Chapter 722 - 722 The Etheral God
722 The Etheral God
The ‘good things’ Tao Wei mentioned were definitely not good things.
Huanhuan couldn’t help but curse, “You’re really crazy!”
Tao Wei laughed. “I wanted to nurture Sang Ye to be the king of the demon race and make him work for me, but he’s always going against me and won’t listen to my orders. In that case, I have no choice but to give up on him and find a new target to nurture.”
At this, he stared intently at Huanhuan’s abdomen.
“The demon fetus in your stomach is the best candidate to nurture.”
The child would be born powerful and ignorant. As long as he was taught well, he would definitely grow into the most obedient dog under Tao Wei in the future!
If he was lucky, the child could even lead the demons to unify the beast continent!
Huanhuan suddenly frowned, looking pained.
Seeing this, Tao Wei immediately stopped smiling. “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach hurts…”
Tao Wei didn’t care about Huanhuan’s life, but the child in her stomach couldn’t die!
At least, they couldn’t die yet!
He immediately leaned over and raised his hand to touch her stomach. “Why does it suddenly hurt? Did you eat the wrong thing…”
Huanhuan suddenly broke free of the rope and stabbed the bone knife into Tao Wei’s stomach!
“Ah!” Tao Wei cried out in pain.
Blood splattered.
Huanhuan pulled out the bone knife and struggled to get up.
At this moment, Tao Wei was in extreme pain. He covered his bleeding abdomen with both hands and stared fiercely at Huanhuan. He cursed ferociously, “How dare you ambush me? Damn it! I’ll definitely kill you!”
He raised the walking cane in his hand and slammed it against the ground.
“All of you, come out!”
The demons hiding around appeared one after another. They bared their sharp fangs and drooled before pouncing at Huanhuan!
“Kill her! Kill her!!”
Huanhuan had nowhere to run. She could only bend down and protect her abdomen tightly. She closed her eyes and waited for death.
But after waiting for a long time, no pain came over her.
‘What happened?’
Huanhuan opened her eyes and carefully looked up. She realized that the monsters that wanted to pounce on her had already fallen to the ground. Their bodies seemed to have been burned and were ugly.
A very familiar figure was standing in front of her.
His white shark silk robe made his figure look even taller and colder. His black hair fell to his waist like a waterfall. His face was handsome, and his eyes were covered by the shark silk. He was like an immortal who had walked out of a painting. He was otherworldly and ethereal.
When Huanhuan saw him, her eyes widened involuntarily. She exclaimed in shock, “Prophet?!”
The prophet stroked her head gently. “I’m a little late. You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I’m not.” Huanhuan immediately stood up and approached him. Her tone was filled with surprise. “Shouldn’t you be in the 10,000 Beast Temple? Why are you suddenly here?”
“I had a feeling you might be in danger, so I came to help you.”
Huanhuan was very touched.
Fortunately, he arrived in time. Otherwise, she would have died.
Tao Wei never dreamed that the prophet would suddenly appear. All the monsters were dealt with by the prophet, and Tao Wei’s plan was in chaos.
He was no match for the prophet to begin with, and he was injured. The chances of him defeating the prophet and snatching the demon fetus were almost zero.
After weighing the pros and cons, Tao Wei could only suppress the unwillingness in his heart and escape while the prophet was dealing with the demons.
Huanhuan quickly said, “Tao Wei ran away!”
“Yes, leave him alone.” The prophet tucked her loose hair behind her ear. “With me here, he won’t dare bully you again.”
Huanhuan looked at his handsome face and couldn’t help but think of someone else.
“Little Brat is missing. Do you know where he went?”
“In order to protect you, he revealed his physical body to fight Xing Chen. He consumed too much energy and needs to rest for a while.”
Huanhuan quickly asked, “Will he come back?”
“He will.”
Hearing this, Huanhuan was relieved. “That’s good.”
The prophet asked with interest, “Do you like Little Brat a lot?”
“Yes, he’s good to me. We’re like family.”
“When I sent him to you, I wanted him to urge you to grow. I didn’t expect your relationship to evolve into this. It’s surprising.”
Huanhuan smiled. “This means that I’m fated with Little Brat.”
Fate? The prophet thought of something and smiled. “It’s indeed fate.”
He was extremely handsome to begin with. When he smiled, he felt as warm as an iceberg melting.
Huanhuan couldn’t help but be stunned.
Although the prophet was blindfolded, this did not prevent him from seeing normally.
He smiled. “Why are you looking at me?”
Huanhuan blinked. “Because you’re good-looking.”
The prophet said helplessly, “How naughty.”
In order to prevent Shuang Yun from worrying, Huanhuan wrote down that she was out of danger and had encountered the prophet. She placed the letter in her space. She hoped that Shuang Yun would see it soon.
Huanhuan’s body was already very weak. Coupled with the commotion just now, she could not even stand steadily.
The prophet reached out and picked her up.
“I’ll take you back.”
Huanhuan was dragged in the tunnel for a long time. She was covered in dust, and even her nails were covered in mud.
Compared to her, the prophet was like an immortal.
She didn’t want to touch him with her dirty hands. “Can we find a place to stop?” she asked with a laugh.
“Huh?”
“I want to wash my hands.”
The prophet found a stream nearby.
He lowered Huanhuan to the stones by the stream.
Huanhuan wanted to step into the stream barefoot, but she was stopped by the prophet.
“You’re pregnant now. The stream in the mountains is very cold. You’d better not touch the water directly.”
Huanhuan felt that she was not that delicate. She was just washing her hands and feet with cold water. There should be no big problem.
But the prophet wouldn’t allow it.
He picked up the firewood and wanted to boil water.
Huanhuan sat on a rock and saw the prophet roll up his sleeves. He squatted on the ground to light up a fire. It was her first time seeing him like this.
In the past, he was perfect—so perfect that he didn’t look real.
Huanhuan couldn’t even feel the emotional changes that a normal person should have on him.
In everyone’s eyes, he was as noble as a god.
But now, that god had come to the human world and rolled up his sleeves to light a fire. His ethereal figure immediately became clear and alive.
“Ahem!”
The smoke got into his nose and made the prophet cough hard.
This was the first time he had started a fire. His movements were unfamiliar, and he had to spend a lot of effort to make some sparks. He immediately piled more firewood, but he didn’t expect the firewood to be too much. Not only did it extinguish the sparks, but it also made a lot of smoke.
Seeing how flustered the prophet was, Huanhuan couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Do you need my help?”
The prophet lowered his sleeves and said calmly, “No need.”
His originally pale cheeks were slightly red from the smoke.