The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast-Chapter 1430: This Is Definitely Not a Memory

Little Taotie clapped her hands in delight, clearly considering the War God as a storyteller.

"Hurry up, what happened next?" urged Little Taotie, pressing the War God to continue the tale.

Some stories had unhappy endings, but once they passed through the War God’s lips, they would transform into perfectly happy resolutions.

Having eaten and drunk well, and with stories to listen to, Little Taotie found such days immensely comfortable.

Even if it were a dream, she wished to keep dreaming endlessly.

But dawn had broken, and outside the window, birds chirped and chattered, urging people to wake up.

Little Taotie gradually opened her eyes, yawned, and her big eyes met Ghost Sister’s gaze, the little girl giving a shy smile: "Good morning, Sister!"

Ghost Sister’s expression, however, was somewhat peculiar.

"Sister, what’s the matter? Oh, last night I finally dreamed, did you come into my dream to observe?"

Ghost Sister’s unusual expression was indeed due to this dream.

She suspected her judgment might have been wrong; thinking it was a grey bubble indicating a dream recalling the past, possibly from a previous life, anyway something that had happened.

But upon seeing the contents of the dream, she felt it was just an ordinary, fantastical good dream.

After all, a dignified War God peeling grapes, feeding fruit, and telling stories to a little girl is likely something that only happens in dreams.

"Why are you quiet, Sister?"

Ghost Sister snapped out of it, hesitated for a moment, and admitted the truth: "Last night’s dream was a grey bubble."

Little Taotie tilted her head, in a childish voice: "I remember Sister said grey bubbles are memories?"

Ghost Sister nodded, her expression serious: "Yet I feel I might have misjudged, because your dream looked so unreal; such things simply couldn’t happen."

Little Taotie asked confusedly: "What couldn’t happen?"

Ghost Sister: "For example, the War God peeling grape skins, the War God feeding you fruit... that’s treatment you’d get only in a dream; a real War God would never do such things."

Little Taotie tilted her head, puzzling even more, "Why couldn’t a War God do that?"

"Because he is the War God."

Little Taotie was even more puzzled: "Because he is the War God, he is different from ordinary people, has no happy events, no sad events? Why couldn’t he even peel a grape? Besides, I didn’t ask him to peel them, I even disliked it because his hands were dirty, and peeled them all rough..."

This was completely a case of not realizing how blessed she was, Ghost Sister smiled and shook her head: "It’s just a dream, absolutely not your past memory."

"How can you be certain it’s not my memory?"

Little Taotie thought the dream was incredibly real, she could vaguely sense it was a beautiful memory of the past, hence it appeared as a dream.

"In the dream, you were the War God’s steed, that part is believable, but the War God, such an exalted god, would never stoop to peel grapes for you in front of everyone!"

Little Taotie puffed her cheeks: "In any case, it’s my memory, the War God willingly did it, why say I’m wrong! Hmph, I’m ignoring you!"

The little girl jumped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Once she left the bathroom, she seemed to have forgotten what happened earlier, she asked: "Sister, will you go to school with me? Or will you hide inside the Horse-Faced Bell? Or wait at home for me to return after school?"

Ghost Sister thought for a moment, finally entering the Horse-Faced Bell, where her boyfriend was, just right to spend some time with him.