Xing Chen did not expect Huanhuan to dare to jump onto him alone. He could not help but be stunned.
By the time he reacted, Huanhuan had already climbed onto his chest.
When he looked down at her, she happened to look up at him too and smile at him.
Her smile was bright, like sunlight cutting through the night. It was filled with warmth and hope.
Xing Chen was involuntarily attracted to her smile.
He was like a moth to a flame. Even though he knew there was no hope, he would still pounce on the flames uncontrollably, even if he would end up getting burned to ashes.
He raised his hand to her cheek. "Little Huan, are you back?"
"Sorry."
Huanhuan said the word while thinking to herself, 'I'm sorry, but I have to kill you for Xue Ling.'
Catching Xing Chen off guard, she stabbed the bone knife into his right chest!
Black blood splattered.
All the Soul-Devouring Vines instantly stopped growing.
Seeing this, Xue Ling immediately took the opportunity to fly toward Xing Chen, wanting to save Huanhuan.
But at this moment, the originally motionless Soul-Devouring Vines suddenly twisted crazily. Xue Ling was whipped by a Soul-Devouring Vine and was suddenly sent flying!
Xing Chen looked at the bone knife stuck in his chest. The coldness in his eyes almost seeped into his bones.
"Very good, you lied to me again."
Huanhuan's eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief. "You're not dead?"
She had clearly stabbed his right chest just now. Logically speaking, his heart should have been pierced!
How could he still be alive?!
Xing Chen grabbed her neck, his smile filled with coldness and cruelty. "In the past, my heart was indeed on the right side of my chest, but not long ago, I hid it somewhere else.
He patted his chest with his other hand. "This place is empty. No matter how many times you stab me, you won't be able to kill me."
Huanhuan fell into despair.
She had made a wrong judgment. Xing Chen was not stupid at all. He knew that his weakness had been discovered and had long moved his heart to another place in advance.
The stab she had just made had completely angered Xing Chen.
Huanhuan was in his hand, helpless.
"I'll give you one last chance. As long as you admit your mistake, promise to stay by my side obediently in the future, and never run away again, I can consider letting you go."
Huanhuan compromised without hesitation. "Alright, alright! I promise I won't escape. Let me go!"
Xing Chen: "…"
He looked into her longing eyes and suddenly smiled.
There was an indescribable mockery in that smile.
"You're lying to me again."
He controlled the demonic energy and wrapped it around her. Her body was devoured by the demonic energy bit by bit.
He watched her struggle in pain in the demonic aura with a dark gaze.
"Little liar, I won't give you another chance to lie to me."
It was very painful for demonic energy to enter Huanhuan's body. Huanhuan felt as if she had been soaked in sulfuric acid and her body was melting. She was in so much pain.
Just as she was about to collapse, her body suddenly erupted with holy white light!
It exploded into a pile of ashes.
Xing Chen looked down at the ashes that kept falling from his palm, his gaze extremely dark. "Prophet, it's you again…"
The pain in her body completely disappeared. Only her chest was still violently stirring. Her breathing was very rapid, and her face was pale.
The prophet was sitting beside her. He pressed a hand to Huanhuan's forehead. Seeing that she had suddenly woken up, he quickly asked, "How are you?"
After a while, Huanhuan recovered from the panic of almost being killed.
She saw the prophet's handsome face and immediately sat up. She looked around and realized that she was back in the forest. The fire beside her had been extinguished. Only the sparks were still glowing.
The Moonlight Mushrooms glowed a faint blue in the night.
Huanhuan heaved a sigh of relief. "So I was dreaming just now…"
However, the prophet said, "That wasn't a dream."
"Huh?"
"Just now, I sent your soul to the abyss while you were asleep to look for the soul fragment that was snatched away. But I didn't expect you to fight Xing Chen head-on. Fortunately, I pulled you back in time. Otherwise, you would have died at his hands."
At this, the prophet frowned slightly, his tone very serious.
"You know better than I how lethal Xing Chen is. How could you fight him head-on? What if something had happened? I could save you this time, but what about in the future? You have a long life ahead of you. I can't protect you forever. You have to learn to take care of yourself. You can't do something dangerous like this."
Huanhuan blushed. "I was wrong."
"Not only do you have to admit your mistake, but you have to be able to change this bad habit of yours."
"Yes, I'll try to change it."
Seeing that she was apologizing, the prophet's expression softened a little. "Your soul has recovered. Do you feel much better?"
After his reminder, Huanhuan realized that her chest was not as tight as before, and her limbs had strength.
She was very happy. "It's indeed much better!"
"Your soul is complete. You're in a much better state to give birth now."
Huanhuan was sincerely grateful. "It's fortunate that you're here."
Otherwise, she and the child in her stomach would probably die.
The prophet said, "It's still early. Go back to sleep."
"Mhm."
Before Huanhuan fell asleep, she wrote a letter and said that her soul had recovered. She placed it in her space, hoping that Xue Ling could read this letter as soon as possible so that he wouldn't worry.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
At the same time, in the abyss thousands of miles away, Xue Ling's mind went blank when he saw Huanhuan explode and turn to ashes.
Huanhuan was dead?
He froze where he was, his thoughts suddenly calming down after a violent roll.
No, no, she shouldn't be dead.
There was nothing unusual with the contractual ring on his hand, and the mate contract was not broken.
Huanhuan was definitely not dead!
Xue Ling pulled his rationality back bit by bit. If Huanhuan was safe now, she would definitely write to him immediately.
He immediately opened the space and found Huanhuan's letter.
The letter stated that she was out of danger and was with the prophet.
After confirming that Huanhuan was safe, Xue Ling heaved a sigh of relief. He replied to Huanhuan with a letter before leaving the abyss and rushing back to Rock City.
The next morning, Huanhuan woke up after hearing coughing sounds.
"Cough, cough!"
Huanhuan opened her eyes and saw the prophet leaning against the tree trunk with his head lowered. He was coughing. His already pale face was even paler now. It was terrifying.
She quickly got up and walked over to support him. "Are you sick?"
The prophet waved his hand. His voice was hoarse. "It's an old problem. I'll be fine after drinking some water."