"What exactly do you want to say?" Li Mengnan looked up, curiously staring at the smiling divine statue.
She could feel that this guy wanted to express something, but Li Mengnan didn't have a Demon Soul, and without the other party speaking, she couldn't receive any messages.
Yiren was still nurturing her fetus. If she were here, she could help convey the thoughts.
Unconsciously, Li Mengnan turned her head to look at Du Yu.
"Um..." Du Yu raised his hand, looking like he was about to answer a teacher's question, "Golden friend, whatever you want to express, shall I convey it for you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Mengnan nodded repeatedly, like a little chick pecking at rice, "Let him help translate it."
Seeing Li Mengnan nod, the golden statue hesitated for a moment, and its head turned.
Its smiling face looked at Du Yu, while its sorrowful face naturally turned forward.
