Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Quentin,” a voice was heard from above them, just when Gu Mengmeng almost stopped breathing.
Quentin paused for a moment, as if there was a moment of hesitation. But the next second, he exerted more force onto his hand, clearly wanting to defy all odds to finish Gu Mengmeng once and for all.
Following a rattle, the grip around Gu Mengmeng’s neck loosened. The surrounding air entered her nostrils and mouth abruptly and she gasped in deep mouths of air like a fish out of water, greedy and urgent.
“Ah——!” Quentin’s wail pierced through the entire forest. A bloody severed hand was thrown randomly next to him
Gu Mengmeng landed in a soft embrace of a person who then patted her back gently to soothe her breathing, as if he was not the one who severed Quentin’s arm earlier.
“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, everything’s alright.”
Gu Mengmeng was feeling very weak after the lack of oxygen and could only huddle up like a spineless cat in the male’s embrace. Although his voice was soft, it made Gu Mengmeng felt at peace. He was apparently a stranger, but at this very moment, he gave her an absolute sense of security.
Gu Mengmeng could not understand why she trusted this male who surfaced suddenly either. She just felt that his embrace was very warm, enticing her to rely on him unknowingly.
“Yeah,” Gu Mengmeng forced a response with a dry throat and stopped talking.
“Are you willing to follow me back to Saint Nazaire?” The male asked again.
Gu Mengmeng glanced over at the wailing Quentin, feeling a sense of sadness. Even though he was loathsome, he said something that made the most sense.
In this world, without the protection of a tribe who else would know if she were to die?
And furthermore, deep in this old forest, even if Nina’s partners did not come to seek revenge, Gu Mengmeng was also not able to survive for more than three days. Instead, it was better to return to Saint Nazaire tribe first. There was at least Barete this acquaintance of hers. If Elvis insisted on eating her, she could still run away then.
Thinking about it, Gu Mengmeng then nodded her head, giving her consent.
After getting Gu Mengmeng’s permit, the male seemingly heaved a sigh of relief. Using one hand to support Gu Mengmeng’s butt and another to stroke her neck, he carried Gu Mengmeng in his arms like how one would carry a child and tried to let her feel more comfortable.
Walking two steps forward, as he passed Quentin, the male stopped. He looked down on Quentin in a commanding position and said, “Return to Saint Nazaire with me to accept the deity’s punishment.”
“Yes.” Quentin clenched his teeth, holding back the intense pain as he followed behind the male and tottered back to Saint Nazaire, slanting to one side.
Gu Mengmeng experienced fleeing and getting chased for murder, almost losing her life over the span of one night. Extreme restlessness and fright depleted much of Gu Mengmeng’s energy and furthermore, the male’s embrace was too comfortable and gentle. She fell asleep very soon.
When she woke up, she was already back to Saint Nazaire tribe.
“You’re awake?” Elvis’s expression was cold, as if he was trying to hold back his anger that he could not bear to lose on Gu Mengmeng.
Gu Mengmeng blinked and blinked, scanning her surroundings and realized that she was currently in Elvis’s cave without anyone here.
That person last night… was definitely not Elvis.
Gu Mengmeng thought for a moment and asked, “Where’s the person who saved me last night?”
As soon as Gu Mengmeng’s question was asked, Elvis threw a fist on the wall of his cave. Fragments of broken rock bits were sent everywhere, giving Gu Mengmeng a scare till she huddled herself up and wishing that she could retract back into her own shadow.