Chapter 729 Not Much Time Left

Huanhuan had already regained her strength. She quickly started a fire and took out shellfish grass to boil. She blew on it to cool it down before handing the medicine to the prophet.

"Shellfish grass can clear the heat and stop coughing. Drink some."

The prophet took the bowl and drank half of the water. His throat felt much better.

He thanked her.

Huanhuan looked at his weak appearance and was very worried. "You don't look well. Why don't we rest here for another day and leave tomorrow?"

"Won't it take up your time?"

"It's fine."

Hence, they stayed and prepared to spend another night here.

Before breakfast, Huanhuan went to the nearby stream to catch two fish. After washing them, she cut them into pieces and stewed them in a pot of fragrant fish soup for today's breakfast.

She scooped a bowl of fish soup and handed it to the prophet. "Drink it slowly. Be careful. It's hot."

The prophet sipped his soup elegantly. "It tastes good. It's much better than what I cook."

Huanhuan was very happy with the praise. "If you like it, eat more."

Huanhuan had a good appetite today and drank a large bowl of fish soup.

She burped in satisfaction. "It feels good to be full."

Her appetite had been bad these past few days. Even though she was so hungry that her stomach was rumbling, she could not eat anything. Now that her appetite had improved, she could finally enjoy delicious food again. She felt that her life was filled with hope!

Huanhuan took out the letter written by Xue Ling from her space and learned that he had left the abyss and was on his way back to Rock City.

She touched her stomach. "I wonder when Clement will be born. I hope they'll be born when I get home and everyone else returns. That way, they'll definitely be happy to see their parents and family as soon as they're born."

However, the prophet said, "The child in your stomach will attract many demons when they're born. You'd better not return to Rock City to give birth. That'll expose the truth about your demon fetus."

If the beasts knew that she was carrying a demon fetus, they would definitely think of ways to get rid of the child in her stomach and prevent her from giving birth.

Huanhuan was very nervous. "If I can't return to Rock City to give birth, do I have to give birth in the wilderness? What if I encounter danger?"

The prophet stroked her head and smiled. "Don't be afraid. I'll protect you."

His voice seemed to have some magic that calmed her involuntarily.

She thanked him again sincerely. "I'm glad you're here."

After knowing that she might have to give birth in the wild, Huanhuan wondered if she should make some preparations in advance. She thought that the delivery process would be similar to when she gave birth to Eggy. When she laid a bird egg, she almost didn't feel anything.

She hoped that when she gave birth to Clement, it would be as smooth as giving birth to Eggy.

Huanhuan prayed silently in her heart.

It was rare for her to have an appetite. Huanhuan planned to make hotpot for lunch.

She went nearby to pick mushrooms and shot a small rabbit with a bow. After cleaning the rabbit meat, she marinated it with seasoning.

The prophet walked over. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing that he was bored sitting there, Huanhuan pointed at the field mustard beside her. "Wash those vegetables."

"Mhm."

The prophet sat on a rock by the stream, rolled up his sleeves, and carefully washed the vegetables.

Huanhuan heated the fire and stir-fried the base of the hotpot that she had prepared in advance. She then poured water into it to boil. The fragrance quickly filled the air.

She threw all the harder ingredients into the pot to cook slowly. Then, she turned to look at the prophet and saw that he was still sitting by the stream washing vegetables.

It had been more than an hour, but he was still not done washing the vegetables?!

Huanhuan couldn't help but walk behind him and see that he was wiping the vegetables in his hand one by one. There was already a pile of washed field mustard beside him. Every vegetable leaf was washed until it was glistening. What was even more magical was that they were exactly the same in length and size!

How was he washing the vegetables? He was simply doing plastic surgery!

Huanhuan said carefully, "The hotpot is already boiling. Go and eat. I'll wash these vegetables."

Without looking up, the prophet declined her offer.

"No, I'll be done soon."

Huanhuan looked at the sky. At this rate, she would probably only be able to eat the field mustard when it was already dark out!

She had no choice but to squat down and roll up her sleeves to help him wash the vegetables.

Huanhuan moved quite quickly. She plucked the yellowing leaves and soaked the vegetable leaves in water to wash the dirt away. She then picked them up and shook them.

She set the washed field mustard aside, then began to wash the second batch.

The prophet stopped what he was doing and stared at the vegetables that were different in size and length from the other field mustard. He frowned involuntarily.

It was really an eyesore!

He wanted to hold it in, but in the end, he couldn't. He reached out and picked up the field mustards. He carefully trimmed the leaves and removed a section of the stem.

He only stopped when he was sure that they were exactly the same as the other field mustards.

Huanhuan squatted beside him and watched his movements in shock. "Prophet, these are just vegetables. We'll be eating them later. They're not art. They don't need to be as exquisite as you."

"They're not exactly exquisite. I once spent nearly a hundred years sharpening the same knife. That's true sculpting."

N-Nearly a hundred years? Just to sharpen a knife?!

Huanhuan held her jaw that was about to fall to the ground and sighed sincerely. "You're too patient."

The prophet said indifferently, "I'm bored staying in the temple every day. I have to find something to do. Sharpening knives is one of my interests."

At this point, Huanhuan couldn't help but ask, "Why couldn't you leave the temple in the past?"

"Because of a prophecy."

"What prophecy?" After Huanhuan asked, she quickly added, "If it's inconvenient to say, pretend I didn't ask."

As the prophet washed the vegetables, he said, "There's nothing inconvenient about it. The prophecy said that if I leave the Thousand Beast Temple, I'll die without an intact corpse."

Huanhuan froze.

She had always thought that the prophet could not travel because of his poor health. She did not expect the truth to be like this!

"But you've left the temple. Doesn't that mean…"

The prophet set aside the washed vegetables. "It's fine."

Huanhuan thought he meant that he wouldn't die when he said that.

She put away the other field mustards and picked up the washed vegetables. "Alright, there's only the two of us. This is enough. You don't have to wash them anymore."

The prophet washed his hands and sat with her by the fire.

This was the first time the prophet had eaten hotpot. It tasted good, mainly because this way of eating was interesting.

He smiled. "If only I'd met you earlier. That way, I could have experienced a lot of interesting things."

Huanhuan said as she ate, "It's not too late now. We still have a lot of time in the future. We can do many interesting things."

The prophet seemed to think of something, and his smile became a little vague. "Yes, you still have a lot of time."

But his time was running out…