Abao's eyes lit up.

[Dad, is this a reminder for me? If I want to watch it, I can watch it secretly? I understand, I understand. Those old-fashioned people are as stubborn as donkeys when they get angry. I won't make things difficult for Dad. Humph, I will watch it secretly and no one will find out.]

Emperor Tiansheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. His daughter's intelligence was truly inherited from him.

Abao asked Feng Zhuo to take her to the temple secretly.

That night, Leng Qingliu held the Tree of Life, left the inn, quietly came to the temple, found the dragon statue on the dragon wall, and closed his eyes.

The dragon fell into a deep sleep.

Leng Qingliu felt lost. After all, did he still not have this opportunity?

Leng Qingliu took out the small tree, placed it in front of the temple door, and knelt three times and bowed nine times.

"I pray to the true God for protection, and to the heavens for spiritual power to protect the tree of life in our Feng Kingdom, so that the god of life will never dissipate." Leng Qingliu knew that the dragon was asleep and could not hear his prayers. He had no choice but to pray to the heavens and the true God.

Since the dragon chose to stay here, this place must be a Feng Shui treasure land.

He couldn't pray at the Wind Kingdom Temple, so he could only pray here.

He didn't know how many times he prayed and kowtowed, but the dragon didn't wake up.

Leng Qingliu was so depressed that his eyes were red.

"Leng Qingliu?" Di Zian's voice came from behind.

Leng Qingliu was startled and stood up quickly, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince?"

"Why are you here?" Di Zian walked over.

Leng Qingliu lowered his head, a little embarrassed, "I, I am praying to God."

"Ha! Are you asking the gods of our Tiansheng Dynasty for help?"

"Well, as long as he's a god, it doesn't matter which country he's from." Gods are not limited by country, and true gods protect all living beings in the world.

The same is true for the God of Life.

It’s just that the dojo of the God of Life is in the Kingdom of Wind.

"Ah." Emperor Zi'an sighed.

Leng Qingliu saw the green vitality on Di Zian again. He looked at the dead tree on the ground...

It would be great if the green vitality from Emperor Zian could be transferred to the Tree of Life.

"Your Highness, are you in a bad mood tonight?"

Di Zian curled his lips, "I can't say it's bad, it's just...ah, it's hard to put it into words."

"Your Highness, you don't know how many people envy you."

I don't know which master has blessed this prince with great fortune, making him extremely lucky, just like the god of life they worship.

Bring good pregnancy to people and give them offspring.

"Have you ever heard of the God of Life?"

"Your Feng Kingdom's God has heard of it." Emperor Zi'an said with awe in his eyes.

The God of Life grants life to the people, protects his descendants, and benefits the people. He is one of the ten main gods, and is worshipped by people all over the world and enjoys great merits.

Leng Qingliu shook his head and sighed, "Your Highness, I'm not in a good mood today, how about we have a drink?"

The national god was about to disappear, and the only bloodline of the prince could not be found. These two major events made Leng Qingliu feel suffocated.

You know, once the national god falls and disappears, the country will be equivalent to committing a heinous crime against heaven.

It will become a place of disaster, punished by heaven, and will never be blessed.

"Let's go, let's have a couple of drinks!"

They bought two jars of wine and sat on the street, one at a time.

As the saying goes, drinking to drown your sorrows only makes you more sorrowful.

After a while, both of them were drunk.

Leng Qingliu smiled under the influence of alcohol, "Your Highness, who brought you good luck?"

"The Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said." Although he was drunk, his mind was still somewhat sober. "You kid, are you deliberately asking me to drink with you to get me to talk?"

His sister possessed great supernatural powers, so he had to keep this matter a secret no matter what, and absolutely could not tell anyone else, lest his sister be coveted and put in danger.

After all, my sister is still young.

"Hehe, what are you talking about, Your Highness the Seventh Prince? I'm just asking casually." Leng Qingliu held the wine jar, tilted his head back and took two gulps.

Emperor Zi'an followed after seeing this.

"Seventh Prince, please follow me." Leng Qingliu walked unsteadily, and it was obvious that he was drunk. He led Di Zian into an alley.

Emperor Zi'an was top-heavy, his cheeks were flushed, and he was staggering as he walked. "Boy, you don't want to beat me up in this dark place, do you? Don't think I'm drunk, I'm sober."

"Hahaha, Seventh Prince, you are really, so cute."

"No, no, no, I'm not cute. My sister is cute. My sister is the cutest, cutest sister in the world." Di Zian thought of A Bao, and his heart was as soft as cotton. He just felt particularly happy, "Uh... Rabbit?"

Di Zi'an thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and found that there was indeed a wounded little white rabbit on the side of the road. It looked like it had been bitten by a dog and was about to die.

"Seventh Prince, you can touch it."

Emperor Zi'an smiled foolishly, walked over, and picked up the little rabbit. "You know what, this rabbit is quite cute."

I can go back and give it to my sister.

My sister must like it very much.

"Oh my God! Its legs!" Di Zi'an was studying Po's joyful expression when he saw the blood on the rabbit's legs stop at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dying rabbit became lively again.

Emperor Zi'an was startled and loosened his grip, and the rabbit ran away in a flash.

It doesn't look like he's injured at all.

Emperor Zi'an spread out his hands and looked them up and down, left and right, but found nothing unusual.

Leng Qingliu, who was standing by, took a sip of wine with a smile on his face, "Sure enough, the Seventh Prince's vitality is enough to give me a chance to ferry people across the sea."

The power of the God of Life!

"What do you mean?" Di Zi'an scratched his head.

"Your Highness gave me a son and gave me life. Your Highness's destiny is like the god of life..." Leng Qingliu murmured.

"Me? The God of Life? No, no, no, I'm not. I'm just the unlucky one."

Possessed by bad luck, it is difficult to change in life.

The reason why he suddenly became so pregnant and was able to give birth to a child and life was simply because his sister brought him good luck.

"Perhaps, it's not Your Highness." Leng Qingliu shook his head and sighed, "The person who brings good luck to Your Highness is the strongest person in this world."

younger sister?

The emperor believed it.

Wuwuwu, that is to say, he can now give life to dying people or animals?

What a heaven-defying luck.

His sister actually gave him such great luck!

But he doesn't know how to use it, it's a bit of a waste.

"Leng Qingliu, what about the tree in your arms? How about I try to save it?"

Leng Qingliu heard it and said, yes!

The Seventh Prince has such a strong vitality. Whoever he points to will become pregnant, and whoever he points to will be resurrected. Maybe he can save the tree of life.

What's more, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince might have a connection with the God of Life.

"Oh, I forgot! I forgot to take my tree of life which was placed at the door of the temple." Leng Qingliu was so excited that he felt that the wine he drank was not in vain.

…

At this time, Po fell asleep on the offering table in the temple again.

She was not sleepy at first, but she tried very hard to move the table but couldn't move it. She saw the book of Imperial History right under the corner of the table but she just couldn't get it. She was so anxious that she was almost going to die.

The more anxious Abao became, the angrier she became. The angrier she became, the more she ate on the altar. She picked up all the offerings and ate them all. The more she ate, the fuller she became, and the fuller she became, the sleepier she became.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the altar.

In the dream, I seemed to hear someone muttering: God is above, please give me divine power to save the tree of life.

God is above, please give me your power to save the tree of life...

After repeating the request vigorously, Abao scratched his ears irritably, "Help, help, help", and she agreed.

It's just a broken tree.

Abao was woken up by the noise. She was in a very bad mood tonight.

The little girl climbed down from the altar and saw that there was no one in the temple, but she clearly heard the voice of making a wish just now...

Where is the person who made the wish? !