When Beauty Meets Beasts

500 You’re Finally Back

That night, Huanhuan finally saw Little Brat.

In the pot, the twin fruit had already absorbed all the blood. The originally fair fruit skin was now suffused with a faint red luster, like the delicate skin of a baby.

It struggled out of the pot and stretched its limbs. “I’m finally awake!”

Huanhuan picked it up and stared at it with wide eyes. “Are you really Little Brat?”

“What did you call me? You should call me ‘Daddy’!”

Huanhuan poked its round white belly and smiled evilly. “You’re not like a father now. You’re more like my son.”

Little Brat said angrily, “How dare you poke my stomach? How rude!”

Huanhuan leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re really cute like this!”

Little Brat immediately blushed, and his tone became even more exasperated. “You’re even teasing your father. You’re crazy!”

After Huanhuan smiled, she hugged it and sighed in satisfaction. “You’re finally back.”

Little Brat pressed against her chest and couldn’t help but poke her chest. “Even a washboard isn’t as flat as your chest.”

Huanhuan: “…”

She grabbed the twin fruit’s slender legs and swung them in midair.

Little Brat shouted, “Let go of me! I’m so dizzy! I’m gonna vomit!”

“That’s the price you pay for laughing at me for being flat-chested.”

“This is too much! I’m being bullied even when I’m telling the truth. Is there any justice in this world?!”

Huanhuan swung his legs even more vigorously.

Little Brat screamed even more miserably. “Help! Someone save me!”

Huanhuan smiled sinisterly. “Scream! Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will save you.”

…

The prophet walked to the door and was about to see how Little Brat was recovering. When he heard Little Brat’s miserable cries, he subconsciously stopped and smiled.

Little Brat noticed the prophet standing at the door and immediately shouted at him, “Prophet, save me!”

Huanhuan turned to look at the prophet. “What’s the matter?”

The prophet thought about it seriously, then said, “I was just passing by.”

Then, he turned around and walked away calmly.

Little Brat shouted, “No matter what, we’re still one. You can’t be so cold-blooded!”

Unfortunately, the prophet was walking too quickly and did not stop at all.

The words ‘cold-blooded and heartless’ were vividly displayed by his actions!

After losing his last target for help, Little Brat was brutally tortured by Huanhuan. He lay on the carpet like a rag doll with a hopeless expression on his face. He felt that his last dignity as a system had been trampled on.

How tragic!

Huanhuan was tired of playing. She sat down beside him and poked his white belly. “Let’s talk.”

Little Brat pretended to be dead and didn’t move.

Huanhuan started talking to him.

She told him everything that had happened after he left.

From the moment she left Dragon Island to seeing the prophet in the City of 10,000 Beasts and finding Xuan Wei in Dark Moon City…

It took a long time for her to finish talking.

In the end, Huanhuan couldn’t help but ask, “Is what Xuan Wei said before he died true?”

Little Brat finally opened his mouth. “Most of them are true.”

“Most?” Huanhuan quickly asked. “Is there a small portion that’s not true?”

“Xuan Wei knows a lot more than ordinary beasts, but he’s still a distance away from the entire truth, so you don’t have to believe everything he says.”

Huanhuan stared down at him. “How much do you know?”

“I know most of what the prophet knows.”

Before Huanhuan could ask, Little Brat quickly said, “But I can’t tell you those things.”

Huanhuan was a little disappointed. “Why can’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not time yet.”

“Do you have to wait for the right time to tell me?”

“There are some things that have to be said when the time is right. Otherwise, it’s easy to cause unpredictable consequences. Just like back then…” Little Brat paused and forced himself to change what he was about to say. “Anyway, I can’t tell you, so it’s useless for you to ask me.”

Huanhuan snorted. “You’re keeping me in suspense.”

Little Brat said, “Fate is formed by many gears. Every gear is an extremely important link. Everything we say now is also a link. If we say the wrong thing at the wrong time, the order of the gears will be disrupted.”

Huanhuan scratched her cheek. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s fine if you don’t understand. Just listen to me. I won’t hurt you.”

Huanhuan looked at Little Brat’s lazy appearance and remembered what the prophet had said. She couldn’t help but ask, “If the prophet decides to use me as a sacrifice in the end, will you help him or me?”

Little Brat glanced at her. “Your question is the same as asking me who I’ll save first if my mother and wife were to fall into the water. It’s especially stupid.”

Huanhuan poked his white belly again. “So who will you save first?”

Little Brat twisted his body to avoid her hand and snorted. “I won’t save either of them.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have a mother or a wife. I only have a silly daughter.”

Huanhuan chuckled. “Does that mean you’ll choose to help me if it’s either me or the prophet?”

“Of course. I’ll always be on your side.”

Huanhuan was very touched, but she was still puzzled. “What’s so good about me that you’re willing to disobey the prophet and help me?”

“Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”

Huanhuan said cautiously, “Tell me a lie first.”

Little Brat got up and hugged her wrist. He confessed affectionately, “The prophet gave me life and soul, but he didn’t give me a heart. And you happened to give me this heart, so I’ve decided to do whatever I want.”

Huanhuan hugged him hard. “You said it so well! I’m so touched!”

Little Brat struggled. “These are all lies! I’m not telling the truth yet!”

“No, that’s the truth. Don’t say anything else.”

“I want to say that the truth is that I… Mmph!”

Huanhuan covered his mouth, not letting him finish.

In the end, Little Brat was tired and fell asleep. He could not finish telling the truth.

Huanhuan carefully placed him in the pot and carried him back to the guest room.

Bai Di and Xue Ling were curious to see the little guy.

“Is this your friend?”

Huanhuan nodded. “Yes, his name is Little Brat.”

Xue Ling leaned over and sniffed it. “Why do I smell the aura of a prophet on him?”

Huanhuan was very suspicious. “Why is your nose so sharp? Your original form is actually a dog, right?”

Xue Ling sneered. “Have you ever seen a dog as beautiful as me?!”

Huanhuan was speechless at his shamelessness.

Since she had nothing to do today, Huanhuan decided to go down the mountain to shop. She brought Little Brat along.

Little Brat sat on her shoulder. He was small, fair, and soft.

Xue Ling said, “I keep feeling like you’re going out with your son.”

Little Brat immediately exploded. “Who are you calling her son? I’m her father!”

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