When Beauty Meets Beasts

513 Aren’t You Afraid That I’ll Kill You?

Huanhuan stuffed the Divine Wood seed into her body’s 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. “My body has already recovered, but why is my soul still in Yu Tian’s body? Logically speaking, with the seed and body together once more, I should be able to return to my original body, right?”

Little Brat was also very surprised. “That’s strange. Why didn’t you return to your original body? Did something go wrong?”

“No way… I worked so hard to find the seed and body. I’m just one step away from success, but you’re telling me that there’s been an accident?!” Huanhuan was about to go crazy.

“Don’t be anxious. Let me think about it.”

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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to build a house.”

Hearing this, Xing Chen was even more surprised. “Why are you building a house?”

“To sleep, of course.”

Xing Chen’s expression was quite complicated. “Are you really planning to stay here?”

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Afraid of you?” Huanhuan picked up a piece of wood and stuck it in the ground. “I’m a demigod now. Even if we really have to fight, I still won’t be afraid of you.”

But Xing Chen said, “You’re no match for me.”

Huanhuan said, “Young man, you still have a long way to go. Don’t be too confident in yourself. It won’t look good if you get yourself slapped in the face.”

She pointed to the rock at his feet. “Bring it to me.”

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.

“Thank you.” Huanhuan pressed the stone into the soil and stepped on it hard.

Xing Chen didn’t 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, “Bring the hay up.”

“Can’t you come down and get it yourself?” 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. “What a good boy.”

Xing Chen: “…”

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 couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really not afraid that I’ll kill you?”

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, “I’ve died once anyway. It doesn’t matter if I die again.”

She said the word ‘die’ casually.

Xing Chen was a little unhappy. His exquisite nose wrinkled slightly. “Who killed you?”

“Why? Do you want to go look for that person and give him a big bouquet of flowers?”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Huanhuan paused and looked up at him, surprised. “You want to avenge me? I didn’t expect you to care so much about me.”

Xing Chen stared at her. “You’re mine. Even if you’re gonna die, you can only be killed by me. No one else can touch you.”

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 didn’t look like a perverted and paranoid man. Instead, he looked more like a cute teenager.

Huanhuan couldn’t help but chuckle. “The person who killed me is already dead. If you want to take revenge on him, you can only wait for your next life.”

“I don’t have a next life.”

“I almost forgot. You’re an ageless little monster.” Huanhuan smiled as she smoothed the hay.

Xing Chen used to hate it when people described him as a ‘monster’.

But now that he saw her smile, he suddenly felt that the word was not so hateful.

He said, “You’re a monster too. You were resurrected after you died.”

“Yes, I’m a big monster. You’re a little monster.” Huanhuan poked him. “Little monster, please be magnanimous and move aside.”

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. “Those are my drawings.”

“You have a lot of them. What’s wrong with lending me a few?” Huanhuan looked up and down at the small house in front of her. “Yes, this is enough. We should get inside.”

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.

“These two are mine.” Huanhuan then pointed to the smaller bed. “That one is yours.”

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, “I’m going out.”

Xing Chen immediately jumped to the ground, his gaze fierce. “Where are you going?”

“I have to get some meat, hides, and seasonings. I’m eating potatoes every day now, and it’s making me feel like I’m a vegetarian.”

Xing Chen had no preferences for food. In any case, it didn’t matter even if he didn’t eat or drink.

His face was tense. “You’re not going.”