Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Huanhuan looked at the person in front of her in a daze.
His face was as perfect as a godâs, and his long blond hair fell down his cheeks.
The sky and forest behind him were all ethereal at this moment.
It was as if he was the only one who existed in the world right now.
The only blemish on his face was probably his eyes, which were covered by a white shark silk veil.
Something seemed to be wrong with his eyes.
The prophet asked softly, âAre you all right?â
Huanhuan came back to her senses and quickly pulled herself out of his arms. âIâm fine,â she said uneasily. âThank you.â
âIâm glad youâre okay.â The prophet looked down at Mather, who was kneeling on the ground. âItâs the sacrificial ceremony today. Itâs not a good time to see blood. Go. If this happens again, I wonât let you off.â
âThank you for sparing my life!â
Mather kowtowed hard three times, then fled.
Huanhuan looked at the side of the prophetâs face and couldnât help but look at him again.
For some reason, his face looked very familiar.
She couldnât resist asking, âHave we met somewhere before?â
Wait, that line sounded familiar.
Hadnât she said that before?!
The prophet said, âWeâve never met.â
âThen maybe I got the wrong person.â Huanhuan smiled dryly. âThank you for saving me just now.â
âIt was nothing. You donât have to thank me.â
The lotus shrank back to Huanhuanâs side. It nuzzled her affectionately, seeking comfort.
Huanhuan touched its bud, but her gaze moved back to the prophetâs eyes. She couldnât help but ask, âYour eyesâ¦â
The prophet said indifferently, âThereâs something wrong with my eyes. I canât see strong light. I have to cover them with a cloth when I go out during the day.â
âOh.â She paused, then continued. âJust now, Mather called you âProphetâ. Are you the legendary prophet?â
âMmhm.â
Huanhuan exclaimed sincerely, âYou look so young!â
She had always thought that a beast who could become a prophet must be very old. She did not expect him to look so young!
The prophet smiled. âI might scare you if I tell you my age.â
Huanhuan didnât believe him. âYou look 30 at most, but I think youâre in your 20s.â
The prophet said nothing.
Although his eyes were covered with shark silk, Huanhuan could feel that he was watching her.
She couldnât help but feel a little embarrassed and changed the topic. âThe sacrificial ceremony should be starting soon. Donât you need to preside over the ceremony?â
âIâm indeed going to preside over the ceremony. Will you be alright here alone?â
Huanhuan quickly said, âIâm fine!â
âAlright, Iâll get going then. Weâll meet again if fate allows.â The prophet slowly walked out of the pergola. His white shark silk robe made his back look even taller.
âGoodbye!â
The prophet paused. He looked back at Huanhuan and saw that she was waving her arms at him. His lips curled into a gentle smile.
âGoodbye.â
After the prophet left, Huanhuan was alone in the pergola. There was still blood on the ground. It was Matherâs.
She found the sight uncomfortable. She walked out of the pergola, looking for a divine servant to clean the blood off the ground.
Unexpectedly, the divine servants who were supposed to be sweeping the open space were all gone.
She glanced ahead. There was no one there.
Only the guards at the entrance of the temple remained motionless.
How strange! Huanhuan didnât understand why all the people had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She didnât want to go back to the pergola. She found a rock closer to the temple and sat down. There were guards guarding the entrance. If she encountered another hooligan like Mather, the guards would definitely see it and they wouldnât leave her alone, right?
Huanhuan sat on the rock and nibbled on the fruits in boredom while chatting with the system.
âThe more I think about it, the more familiar the prophet looks. I must have seen him somewhere before!â
The system said, âYou remembered wrongly.â
âNo, I remember correctly,â Huanhuan said with great certainty. âHis face is too perfect. Once you see him, you wonât be able to forget him.â
âIf you canât forget him, why canât you remember where you saw him? So you must have remembered wrongly.â
âYou donât understand the feeling. The last time I saw Xing Chen, he looked familiar too, but I didnât recognize him. When I saw the prophet just now, I found him familiar as well. I think I must have seen him somewhere.â
The system stopped talking.
Huanhuan asked, âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
âI want to rest for a while.â
Huanhuan quickly said, âYouâre a system. Why do you need to rest? Continue chatting with me.â
âThen bring me 50 cents first. Dad needs to be paid before he can serve.â
Huanhuan muttered softly, âItâs like a transactionâ¦â
The system asked, âWhat transaction?â
âNothing.â Huanhuan quickly denied it, then smiled and said, âI donât have 50 cents on me. I only have big and sweet fruits. Do you want to eat them? Theyâre delicious!â
The system only gave her one word. âNo.â
Huanhuan took a bite of the sweet fruit. âForget it. Iâll eat them all.â
Hence, for the next two hours, the system listened to her crunch the fruits in her mouth until it almost collapsed.
When the sacrificial ceremony finally ended, the beasts came down from the mountaintop one after another.
Huanhuan let go of the poor system and ran to the intersection to wait for Xue Hui.
There was a sudden commotion behind her.
Huanhuan turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. She saw someone carrying a corpse out of the forest.
The corpse was placed in the pergola, surrounded by many beasts. They first studied the corpse and asked the guards at the entrance of the temple some questions.
They were talking about something when the two guards pointed at Huanhuan not far away.
Lin Huanhuan looked confused.
WTF? What did it have to do with me?!
The beasts quickly walked toward Huanhuan. One of them was the elder who had led them up the mountain. He looked at Huanhuan coldly and asked, âDid you kill Mather?â
Huanhuan was very shocked. âMather is dead?!â
Could that corpse be Mather?
She couldnât help but crane her neck in the direction of the pergola to see if he was the dead beast.
First Elder said, âYou donât have to pretend to be stupid. You were the only one in the pergola just now. You killed him in the pergola and threw his body into the forest. You must be the murderer!â
Huanhuan was puzzled. âWhereâs your evidence? Why would I kill him for no reason?!â
âThereâs half an ear and blood on the floor of the pergola. The guards at the entrance to the temple heard you and Mather arguing in the pergola. As for the reason for your argument, weâll interrogate you slowly after youâre sent to jail.â
Huanhuan felt that this matter was too ridiculous.
She said, âMather touched me. I fought him in self-defense, but I didnât kill him. You canât slander me!â