Xue Ling looked around for the source of the sound. In the end, he found Huanhuan, who was stuck in a crack in the rock.
She had run too fast and accidentally stepped into the crack. Half of her body fell in.
Xue Ling reached out and picked her up, his eyes filled with surprise.
"You're Huanhuan? Why are you like this?"
Huanhuan frowned. "I don't know what happened either. I was with the prophet just now. When I woke up, I realized that I was here, and my body had become so small."
Xue Ling touched her slender arm. "This body of yours isn't a real person but a puppet. It seems that someone stuffed your soul into a puppet."
Huanhuan was very stunned. "Who's so perverted that they actually made me into a puppet?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered someone.
She and Xue Ling said the person's name at the same time—
"Xing Chen!"