Chapter 697 She's Mine

The rain fell on Huanhuan's face. It was cold.

It was raining.

Her cheeks were wet from the rain, making her eyes look even more moist and pitiful, but Xing Chen was unmoved.

Just as he was about to attack, Huanhuan finally heard Little Brat's cute voice filled with angelic light...

"The host is in danger. The system is about to activate the emergency transfer program!

"The system is counting down..."

There was finally hope. Huanhuan heaved an involuntary sigh of relief. As long as she was transferred away, she would be safe.

However, when the system's countdown reached the last second, a drastic change happened!

Zhi had appeared behind her.

He pressed his hand on Huanhuan's shoulder and grinned cruelly. "Don't be in a hurry to leave. Xing Chen has been looking for you like crazy."

Little Brat shouted, "The emergency transfer program went wrong again!"

Huanhuan felt that she was really going crazy. "How did this happen?!"

Coupled with the last time, Little Brat quickly made a guess. "It should be related to Zhi and Yan."

Both times Zhi and Yan were present, there was a problem with the transfer program. The first time might have been a coincidence but not necessarily the second time.

It was as if he could listen to Huanhuan and Little Brat's conversation. He smiled and said, "I was wondering why you have the aura of a prophet. Now, I know that it's because he left a wisp of his soul in your body."

Huanhuan played dumb. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I can verify it for you myself."

Zhi pressed his palm on her head, and a strange power that was like an electric current immediately flowed into Huanhuan's mind. It seemed that he wanted to force Little Brat out of her body.

Huanhuan instinctively sensed that something was wrong. She struggled desperately. "Take your hand away. Don't touch me!"

Xing Chen was unhappy. "She's mine."

No one but him could touch her.

The Soul-Devouring Vine wrapped around his wrist in a warning manner.

But Zhi was not afraid at all. He was still smiling. "The prophet left something in her body. Don't you want to take that out? I can help."

"No need."

Xing Chen refused bluntly.

Zhi was disappointed. "You're as stubborn as ever. This isn't good."

Xing Chen didn't care about how others judged him.

The Soul-Devouring Vine forcefully tried to pull his wrist away.

His wrist was cut by the barbs on the surface of the Soul-Devouring Vine. Blood seeped out, but he still did not let go of Huanhuan.

He looked at Xing Chen steadily, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He became serious. "I only want the soul in her body. When I take it away, she'll still be yours."

It was a mutually beneficial and cost-effective deal.

But Xing Chen didn't accept it.

The power of the Soul-Devouring Vine was at its maximum, and Zhi's wrist was almost broken.

Zhi called his brother's name.

Yan, who was slaughtering wantonly, suddenly heard someone call his name. He immediately stopped and looked in his brother's direction. When he saw his brother fighting Xing Chen, he immediately rushed forward aggressively to help.

The rain grew heavier, but it doused the fire brought about by the inextinguishable flames.

The flames collided with the Soul-Devouring Vine.

The surface of the Soul-Devouring Vines was charred, but their powerful regeneration ability made them return to normal in the blink of an eye. Yan controlled the flames to fight the Soul Devouring Vines. The two sides were equally strong, and neither side could gain the upper hand.

While Xing Chen was distracted dealing with Yan, Zhi increased his strength.

A powerful force forced itself into Huanhuan's mind, making her feel a splitting headache. She wished she was dead.

Zhi grabbed Little Brat.

He dragged Little Brat out.

Huanhuan was in so much pain that she almost fainted, but at the thought of Little Brat being snatched away, she gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep Little Brat in her body.

Vaguely, she felt as if her soul had grabbed onto Little Brat.

The two sides began to play a game.

Zhi realized that he was being slowed down. He narrowed his eyes. "Why struggle?"

He suddenly exerted more strength and yanked.

A pale golden ball of light was forcefully dragged out of her body.

His eyes lit up. This was the soul of the prophet. As long as he devoured its power, he would obtain the same power as the prophet!

As Huanhuan was unwilling to let Little Brat leave, her soul was dragged out of her body along with Little Brat.

Her body lost its soul, and she immediately closed her eyes and fainted. She was no longer alive.

Xing Chen immediately noticed Huanhuan's abnormality.

He broke free from the flames he was entangled in and reached out to hug Huanhuan's body. He reached out and touched her neck and heart. There was no heartbeat.

A powerful wave of anger rose within him!

His most precious person had actually been killed by someone else!

Countless Soul-Devouring Vines went straight for Zhi, wanting to kill him crazily.

His combat strength was not strong. He was better at using his brain power than fighting.

Facing Xing Chen's thunderous anger, Zhi was powerless to resist and was almost killed. Yan followed closely behind and helped his brother block Xing Chen's attack.

An intense battle broke out between the two sides, turning the altar upside down.

Seeing this, Tao Wei and Wu Huo had long hidden.

Huanhuan's soul was floating in the air. She looked down at her translucent hands, then at her unconscious body. She was confused.

What was going on?!

Why was her soul able to leave her body?

Was she dead again?!

After the faint golden ball of light left Huanhuan's body, it suddenly shone brightly.

The heat forced her to let go.

When the light faded, Little Brat revealed his human form. He was wearing a white shark silk robe. His eyes were covered by the shark silk, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. He looked like an immortal who had walked out of a painting.

He extended his hand to Huanhuan. "Come here."

Huanhuan walked toward him in a daze and placed her small hand in his palm.

Little Brat tightened his grip on her hand. "Why are you so stupid? You didn't have to worry about me when he was about to capture me. I can deal with him myself. Why did you fight so hard? You even put yourself in danger to keep me."

Huanhuan in her soul state was a little silly.

She heard Little Brat and said seriously, "I don't want to be separated from you. I want to protect you."

"You want to protect me with that little ability of yours?"

Although his tone was disdainful, Little Brat grabbed her tighter.

No one had ever said anything about protecting him in his life. She was the first.

He pinched Huanhuan's cheek. "Silly girl."

Huanhuan tilted her head and looked at him innocently.

At this moment, Zhi had already escaped from the battle. He couldn't see Huanhuan's soul, but he could see Little Brat.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward Little Brat.

Little Brat stuffed his sleeve into Huanhuan's hand and reminded her, "Hold my sleeve tightly and don't let go. Do you understand?"

Huanhuan clenched her sleeves. "Yes."

After settling his silly daughter down, Little Brat raised his hand to catch the attack.