Prophet

Huanhuan looked at the person in front of her in a daze.

His face was as perfect as a god's, and his long blond hair fell down his cheeks.

The sky and forest behind him were all ethereal at this moment.

It was as if he was the only one who existed in the world right now.

The only blemish on his face was probably his eyes, which were covered by a white shark silk veil.

Something seemed to be wrong with his eyes.

The prophet asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Huanhuan came back to her senses and quickly pulled herself out of his arms. "I'm fine," she said uneasily. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you're okay." The prophet looked down at Mather, who was kneeling on the ground. "It's the sacrificial ceremony today. It's not a good time to see blood. Go. If this happens again, I won't let you off."

"Thank you for sparing my life!"

Mather kowtowed hard three times, then fled.