Chapter 915

Ang wouldn't fool people, but unfortunately, there were too many guys under his command who could fool people. But when it came to the king of 'pulling new people', it was undoubtedly Lisha, even Anthony couldn't compare to her, because she mastered the big killer of 'beauty'.

Lisha once said: "No creature can resist the temptation of the Beauty God, no gender or species can, but different species or genders will make them have different understandings of beauty."

"A male seven-colored bird, its understanding of beauty is colorful feathers. An opera bird, its understanding of beauty is a pleasant call. A woman's understanding of beauty is smooth, youthful, elastic, and moist. But a man's understanding of beauty is strong, thick, seven times, not bald."

"Beauty is the general term for all things that can make the mood happy. So the Beauty God Fist of the lord is used to knock off things that make the mood unhappy, not just making a woman's chin sharper. As long as you find the 'beauty' in the other party's heart, no one can resist the temptation of the Beauty God, even the Beauty God herself, can't." Lisha said.

Hearing this at the time, Ang tilted his head suspiciously.

Lisha immediately gave an example: "The Beauty God can make your crops grow faster, fuller, and better to eat. Is such a crop beautiful?"

Ang nodded forcefully.

Look, even the Beauty God herself couldn't resist the temptation of beauty, let alone other creatures.

Are there creatures that hate beauty and worship ugliness? Absolutely not, because this bloodline inheritance couldn't be passed down, and it would have been eliminated early in the long years, and no opposite sex would combine with it.

And that kind of freak who clearly thinks big eyes are beautiful, but likes to dress up as squinty eyes, is not because it has no aesthetics, but because the 'beauty' it pursues is the recognition of others. Even if others deliberately take ugliness as the standard of beauty, in order to obtain recognition, it will also take ugliness as beauty. For this kind of creature, admiring strength is beauty.

So, it needs more skills to dig out the 'beauty' in the other party's heart. However, the Ishiani in front of her is a female lich, similar to Lisha. Will her understanding of beauty be similar to Lisha's?

Thinking of Lisha's fanaticism for smooth, white, elastic, and moist, Ang held Ishiani's hand and asked: "Do you believe, in the Beauty God?"

Ang's action was abrupt. Ishiani didn't react before being held. Seeing the light on Ang's hand, she subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but didn't pull it out the first time.

Although Ang is still the appearance of a planting construct, after graying and regrowing, the material of the body is equivalent to a complete update. Now he is a World Tree construct, and his hands are like iron pliers.

Ishiani was startled in her heart. How can a planting construct have such great strength? Are the things here monsters?

Subconsciously staggering her feet, she wanted to pull and push forcefully to push the other party away. However, as soon as her feet staggered, a powerful intention locked onto her, as if a black shadow was holding a row of sticks and gesturing on her head.

Ishiani stiffened all over, not daring to move randomly. However, very quickly, she was attracted by her own hands. Following Ang's light, her withered and wrinkled hands slowly filled up, recovering fresh, smooth, and tender green.

Ishiani was stunned for a moment, blinking her eyes in disbelief, hesitantly looking at her small arm, staying for a small while, before tentatively stretching out the other hand to poke it.

The skin visibly dented a little, and immediately bounced back to its original state after releasing.

Ishiani tried again to pinch the skin and pull it up, but could only pull it up a little bit, and it bounced back after releasing. Then she moved the position of her arm and pinched it, immediately pulling up a large piece of dry and wrinkled skin. Comparing the two, it was simply unbearable to look at.

Ishiani's face wrinkled, asking tremblingly: "You... what did you do to me? What evil technique did you cast on me?"

Ang held a ball of light in front of his body, saying: "Face-cleansing technique."

Ishiani reached out wanting to touch, but shrank back hesitantly, asking: "Face-cleansing technique? Is it black magic or flesh magic? Why can't I feel evil, but instead have a kind of holy feeling?"

Black magic? Flesh magic? Ang was a bit confused. He hadn't heard of these things.

Ishiani stretched out a finger with the other hand and poked into the light. Immediately, she clearly saw the finger as if it had been inflated, becoming fresh, and even the old slurry she couldn't bear the most was purified, and the fingertip became tender green.

This kind of change was simply too tempting. Ishiani couldn't help but stretch her whole palm in, and then her small arm. Ten-plus seconds later, she had a pair of fresh and smooth hands.

Ishiani took a deep breath, saying tremblingly: "With this effect, evil technique is evil technique." Saying that, she hugged the light ball.

However, just when she reached out, the light brushed and disappeared.

Ishiani widened her eyes, grabbed Ang's hand to examine it a few times, and then raised her head, saying urgently: "Where is the light? Where is the face-cleansing technique?"

Ang tilted his head: "You, do you believe in the Beauty God?"

Ishiani nodded anxiously, saying urgently: "Believe, believe, believe, I believe, I believe in the Beauty God. Where is the light?"

Ang shook his head: "You don't believe. You believe, then there is light."

Ang was just demonstrating. He is the Beauty God. Believing in him, you can get his power.

Lisha had always cast the face-cleansing technique herself. Did the Beauty God have to take action himself? Wouldn't that become divine favor?

"Beauty God? Is there really a Beauty God? Can I get this kind of light if I believe in the Beauty God?" Ishiani asked, her tone a bit calmed down.

Ang nodded.

Ishiani took a deep breath, stepped back two steps, looked at her fresh hands, and suddenly laughed miserably: "Too excited just now. Now looking at it, it's a bit of an eyesore. Can it be changed back to the dry and wrinkled appearance?"

What does it mean? Is this not wanting to believe in the Beauty God? Resisting the temptation of the Beauty God?

Ishiani said miserably: "What's the meaning of becoming beautiful again? I am trapped in this gnome body, not even daring to dream intensely, afraid of tearing the body."

"I was once a giant dragon. I could shake the shoulder blades of this body with one flap of my wings, and I could roll from the head of the bed to the corner of the wall with one backflip. Once I dream of flying high with wings before, I have to force myself to wake up. What's the meaning of being beautiful again?"

Ang scratched his head, grabbed Ishiani's hand again, and asked: "Do you want, to become a dragon? Believe in the Beauty God, become a dragon."

Naji looked at this long list in front of him distressingly, making a budget while complaining: "Ancestor grandmother, do you still remember what you came here for?"

Ishiani had completely recovered the appearance of a fresh gnome, now standing beside Naji with her hands on her hips, staring, and said: "Came to take you home."

Naji asked: "Then what about you now?"

Ishiani said righteously: "No choice, they gave too much. You focus, don't miss anything. This relates to the big event of me changing back to a giant dragon. If you miss anything, I will take your mother's sheep horn piece to beat you."

Naji shivered, and childhood shadows immediately surged into his heart, shouting: "What mother's sheep horn piece, it's clearly yours. You used that sheep horn piece when you beat my mother."

"This is the inheritance of the ancestors. If you don't want to be beaten by the ancestor's sheep horn piece, be serious."

"Ancestor grandmother, are we really not born by you?"

"Of course not. I am a giant dragon, how can I give birth to you gnomes? But you have been raised by me for generations. Whether you are born or not, you listen to me, otherwise I will beat you."

"Yes, yes, yes, as long as you don't disown us. You are our ancestral old grandmother."