When Beauty Meets Beasts

Chapter 723 Virgo

The prophet removed the firewood and waited for the smoke to dissipate. Then, he repeated his previous actions and tried to light the firewood.

Huanhuan couldn't stand it anymore.

She picked up a stick and used it as a crutch. She walked over carefully.

"Let me help you."

Huanhuan bent down and set up the firewood on the ground, leaving a gap in the middle. Then, she grabbed a handful of dried leaves, lit them, and stuffed them into the firewood.

She blew hard on the firewood twice.

In a moment, the fire was burning.

The prophet looked at the flames in front of him and couldn't help but laugh. "I'm really useless. I can't even do such a small thing."

Huanhuan quickly said, "The prophet is someone who does great things. You don't have to do such a small thing."

"How do you differentiate between big and small tasks? As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing big in a person's life except life and death."

Huanhuan looked at him as if she understood.

The prophet helped her sit down, then boiled a pot of hot water.

Since both of them had worked hard to light this fire, it was too wasteful to just use the boiled water to wash their hands and feet. Huanhuan wanted to wipe her body too.

The prophet asked, "Do you want me to wipe you down?"

Huanhuan immediately blushed. "No need. I can do it myself."

Without another word, the prophet turned his back on her.

Huanhuan was very confident in his character. She took off her clothes and soaked a cotton handkerchief in hot water to wipe the dirt off her body.

The prophet didn't turn around until she said she was done.

He used the rest of the water to wash his fingers, which had gotten dirty when he started the fire.

Huanhuan took out some fruits and dry food from her space. She handed them to the prophet as lunch.

The prophet picked up a sweet fruit and took a bite. It was sweet.

Seeing that Huanhuan had not moved, he asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I don't have an appetite."

The prophet frowned slightly. "You're too thin now. If you don't eat, your body will collapse."

Huanhuan scratched her head with a troubled expression. "I want to eat too, but I don't have the appetite. Even if I force myself to eat it, I'll throw it up later. That'll be too uncomfortable. I might as well not eat."

The prophet's eyes were covered by shark silk.

But Huanhuan could still feel him watching her abdomen.

She subconsciously touched her abdomen.

It was as flat as ever. There was no sign of pregnancy.

Huanhuan saw the prophet frowning and looking unhappy. She was uneasy. "Do you think I can't give birth to this child?"

Almost no one thought highly of the child in her stomach.

Even the child's father, Sang Ye, had the thought of aborting the child.

The prophet said, "You have the Divine Wood seed in your body, and the seed has sprouted and bloomed. This means that the Divine Wood has begun to mature. Sang Ye is a demon. The fusion of his bloodline with the Divine Wood is equivalent to the combination of a god and a demon. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Huanhuan involuntarily became nervous. "What will happen?"

"This child of yours is very likely to become a demon fetus."

Huanhuan froze.

She had heard Tao Wei mention the word demon fetus several times, but she still couldn't figure out what it was.

"The nurturing of a demon fetus requires a lot of vitality. The reason your health is deteriorating is that the child is absorbing your vitality. If not for the Divine Wood seed in your body providing you with endless vitality, you would have been sucked dry by the demon fetus."

Huanhuan couldn't help but tremble. "How did this happen…"

Previously, she could ignore Tao Wei's words, but now that the prophet had said so, she had to believe him even if she didn't want to.

Seeing that she was pale and obviously frightened, the prophet softened his voice. "You don't have to be too afraid. I'm here. I'll help you."

"Then can I still give birth to the child in my stomach?"

She hated to part with this child, but if his birth would bring about trouble, she had to think about the safety of the others around her.

The prophet said gently, "If it were anyone else who was pregnant with a demon fetus, I would have asked her to abort the child. But since it's you, I think you can give birth to it."

"Why?"

"The darker you are, the more you yearn for the light. You have the light in you. That child will definitely like you. Raise him well. He'll be good to you in the future."

Huanhuan did not quite understand what the prophet meant.

? But since the prophet said the child could be saved, she was relieved.

She touched her abdomen and smiled gently. "Prophet, why don't you name my baby?"

The prophet thought for a moment. "The demon fetus is an extremely evil thing, but I hope he can turn evil into good in the future. Let's name him Clement."

"Clement… Yes, he'll be called Clement from now on."

The two of them continued on their way. However, after walking for half a day, they still could not see the city gate of Rock City even when it was almost dark.

Huanhuan asked in pain, "Are we lost?"

The prophet said, "Are we?"

They looked at each other.

Huanhuan held her forehead. "I thought you knew the way back."

"I've never been to Rock City. How can I know where it is?"

"But you're a prophet. You should know everything."

"If I really knew everything, I wouldn't be lost now."

Huanhuan: "…"

He had a point. She was speechless.

The legendary all-knowing prophet not only couldn't make a fire but he could also get lost.

Huanhuan fell into thought. Was this man an impersonator?

They were unable to find the way back. The sun set, and the sky gradually darkened. The prophet could only find a relatively clean place to stop and rest for the night.

He picked up firewood and followed Huanhuan's example during the day. He stacked the firewood one by one.

"There are too many of them…"

The prophet took away a piece of firewood.

After confirming that the number was right, he went to get the leaves.

Huanhuan saw that he had begun to count the leaves seriously and couldn't help but remind him, "It doesn't matter how many leaves you use. You just have to light them."

The prophet's attitude was very rigorous. "No. You used 12 leaves during the day. No more or less."

He took out the excess leaves in his hand and counted them again. After confirming that there were 12 leaves, he carefully lit them with flint.

When the firewood was successfully lit and flames rose, the prophet heaved a sigh of relief. "It's done."

It was not easy to start a fire!

Huanhuan couldn't help but ask, "What's your horoscope sign?"

"Huh?" What was a horoscope sign?

Huanhuan answered her own question. "I think you must be a Virgo."

At the same time, Shuang Yun, who was far away in Rock City, had already received the letter that Huanhuan had placed in the space. Knowing that she was now out of danger, he finally felt relieved.

He immediately wrote to ask where Huanhuan was. He wanted to pick her up.

Huanhuan replied with only one sentence—'We're lost.'

Shuang Yun thought for a long time after receiving the letter.

Why was Huanhuan still lost when she was with the prophet?

An omniscient prophet could get lost?!