513 Arenât You Afraid That Iâll Kill You?
Huanhuan stuffed the Divine Wood seed into her bodyâs mouth.
For some reason, her body was clearly lifeless, but she could still consciously swallow the seed.
The wound on her abdomen healed visibly.
In the blink of an eye, it became as smooth as before. There was not even a scar.
It was as if she had never been injured.
Huanhuan bent down and looked at her face. âMy body has already recovered, but why is my soul still in Yu Tianâs body? Logically speaking, with the seed and body together once more, I should be able to return to my original body, right?â
Little Brat was also very surprised. âThatâs strange. Why didnât you return to your original body? Did something go wrong?â
âNo way⦠I worked so hard to find the seed and body. Iâm just one step away from success, but youâre telling me that thereâs been an accident?!â Huanhuan was about to go crazy.
âDonât be anxious. Let me think about it.â
In the end, Little Brat thought about it for several days, but there was still no result.
Huanhuan was quite anxious at first, but later, she was not that bothered by it anymore.
Anyway, this matter couldnât be rushed.
The Sea of Illusions was too quiet. There were no entertainment activities. Even if she wanted to play poker, they lacked a player.
Bored, Huanhuan began to think about building a small wooden house on the island.
She had to build the foundation first.
Without a hoe or shovel, Huanhuan turned into a silver dragon and dug a pit with her claws. After a while, she dug a pit about two meters deep.
She found wood and stones and began to lay the foundation.
Seeing that she had made a lot of noise, Xing Chen couldnât help but ask, âWhat are you doing?â
âIâm going to build a house.â
Hearing this, Xing Chen was even more surprised. âWhy are you building a house?â
âTo sleep, of course.â
Xing Chenâs expression was quite complicated. âAre you really planning to stay here?â
âYeah.â
âArenât you afraid of me?â
âAfraid of you?â Huanhuan picked up a piece of wood and stuck it in the ground. âIâm a demigod now. Even if we really have to fight, I still wonât be afraid of you.â
But Xing Chen said, âYouâre no match for me.â
Huanhuan said, âYoung man, you still have a long way to go. Donât be too confident in yourself. It wonât look good if you get yourself slapped in the face.â
She pointed to the rock at his feet. âBring it to me.â
The rock was very big. It weighed at least 50 kilograms.
Xing Chen raised his hand. A vine emerged from his sleeve, rolled up the rock, and placed it in front of Huanhuan.
âThank you.â Huanhuan pressed the stone into the soil and stepped on it hard.
Xing Chen didnât draw much in the next two days.
He found it more interesting to watch Huanhuan build houses than to draw.
He had never seen anyone build a house like this.
The silhouette of a small wooden house gradually took shape.
The house was fragile. Xing Chen could destroy it completely with a gentle push.
But Xing Chen was a little reluctant.
He had watched as Huanhuan busied herself. He felt an indescribable sense of frustration, but other than that, he was also a little happy.
Huanhuan squatted on the roof and shouted at Xing Chen below, âBring the hay up.â
âCanât you come down and get it yourself?â Xing Chen was not used to being told to work, but his hands involuntarily picked up a pile of hay. He then climbed the stairs to the roof.
The hay in his arms was piled so high that Huanhuan could barely see his head.
Amused, she reached for the hay and placed it on the roof. She stroked his hair. âWhat a good boy.â
Xing Chen: ââ¦â
He had lived a long time, but most of the time, others remained in awe and fear of him.
In all these years, Huanhuan was the only beast who dared to touch his head and praise him for being a good child.
He looked at Huanhuan, who was busy spreading hay on the roof. He couldnât help but ask, âAre you really not afraid that Iâll kill you?â
His face was as beautiful as a little angel, but his words were very cruel.
Huanhuan was already used to this.
Without looking up, she said, âIâve died once anyway. It doesnât matter if I die again.â
She said the word âdieâ casually.
Xing Chen was a little unhappy. His exquisite nose wrinkled slightly. âWho killed you?â
âWhy? Do you want to go look for that person and give him a big bouquet of flowers?â
âIâm going to kill him.â
Huanhuan paused and looked up at him, surprised. âYou want to avenge me? I didnât expect you to care so much about me.â
Xing Chen stared at her. âYouâre mine. Even if youâre gonna die, you can only be killed by me. No one else can touch you.â
If he had the appearance of an adult, Huanhuan might be a little afraid.
But he looked like a boy now. He was beautiful, and his facial features were still a little inexperienced. Coupled with his clear voice, he didnât look like a perverted and paranoid man. Instead, he looked more like a cute teenager.
Huanhuan couldnât help but chuckle. âThe person who killed me is already dead. If you want to take revenge on him, you can only wait for your next life.â
âI donât have a next life.â
âI almost forgot. Youâre an ageless little monster.â Huanhuan smiled as she smoothed the hay.
Xing Chen used to hate it when people described him as a âmonsterâ.
But now that he saw her smile, he suddenly felt that the word was not so hateful.
He said, âYouâre a monster too. You were resurrected after you died.â
âYes, Iâm a big monster. Youâre a little monster.â Huanhuan poked him. âLittle monster, please be magnanimous and move aside.â
Xing Chen took two steps to the side.
Huanhuan spread hay where he had been standing.
The roof was covered in hay. In order to prevent them from being blown away by the wind, Huanhuan brought over some stones and pressed them against the hay on the roof.
She was holding the drawings made by Xing Chen.
Xing Chen was a little unhappy. âThose are my drawings.â
âYou have a lot of them. Whatâs wrong with lending me a few?â Huanhuan looked up and down at the small house in front of her. âYes, this is enough. We should get inside.â
Xing Chen followed her obediently and watched her busy herself.
The originally empty house was quickly occupied by all kinds of strange wooden furniture.
Huanhuan specially made three beds.
âThese two are mine.â Huanhuan then pointed to the smaller bed. âThat one is yours.â
Xing Chen touched the bed. It was hard. It must be uncomfortable to lie on it.
But he quite liked it.
He sat on the bed, not wanting to get up.
Huanhuan carried her body in and placed it on one of the beds. She said to Xing Chen, âIâm going out.â
Xing Chen immediately jumped to the ground, his gaze fierce. âWhere are you going?â
âI have to get some meat, hides, and seasonings. Iâm eating potatoes every day now, and itâs making me feel like Iâm a vegetarian.â
Xing Chen had no preferences for food. In any case, it didnât matter even if he didnât eat or drink.
His face was tense. âYouâre not going.â