At Chen Ping's request, the Auspicious Beast immediately grew wary.
"Really just a little?"
Chen Ping nodded. "Of course. Just a little. I'm a scholar, and scholars don't lie to scholars."
Although the Auspicious Beast still felt something was wrong, she could not put her paw on it for the moment, so she simply lowered herself slightly.
"Then go ahead. Hurry up and give me the fruit when you're done. Then cook those bear paws for me, too. They'd better taste good."
In the end, her craving for the Golden Apple allowed Chen Ping to hoodwink the Auspicious Beast, who was only fifteen thousand years old.
The golden flames around her four paws gradually faded. Her fluffy body settled onto the ground, her forepaws tucked against her chest, and her furry tail began swishing unconsciously, looking like a giant feather duster.
Just as the Auspicious Beast largely trusted Di Tian to protect her and keep raising her, she possessed an instinct for seeking good fortune and avoiding harm.
Although she instinctively sensed that Chen Ping was not quite so honest, she also vaguely perceived something unusual about him. She realized that surviving her destined death seemed to have a considerable connection to this human.
When she first met Chen Ping in the cave, what she sensed from him had been very strange.
He had been so wreathed in misfortune that he seemed like a dead man. Even if he did not die, he should have faced a murderous threat every three steps and a fatal calamity every five.
Yet this fellow had extraordinary luck and tenacity. After surviving several fatal calamities, he was still like an unkillable cockroach, leaning against the cave wall and waiting for her to come over.
That was the fundamental reason the Auspicious Beast had not