Is there such a pretty and lovely girl in Crescent Village?
Yang Lei was really surprised. This girl didn't look like a local.
"What is mine is not mine." Yan Ling snorted.
A Bao looked at Prince Yan Ling with a smile.
[Crow's mouth! Bad luck is around you! You are still talking nonsense to me, and you don't even know that I am standing right in front of you.]
Feng Zhuo heard the inner voice: "..."
I see. This is the Fire Nation's Prince of Words. To put it bluntly, he has a crow's mouth.
Taoist Master Baiyun in the dark looked at Prince Yanling and sighed pitifully.
The little prince of the Fire Kingdom, well, you’ll just have to wish him good luck.
You have a crow's mouth, the boss's mouth, it is blessed, in front of her, you are not even qualified to be a younger brother!
Prince Yan Ling didn't want to bother with a little girl who couldn't even speak complete sentences, so he said to Chen San Gou, "It's dark and the road is slippery. I'm afraid you'll fall into a pit when you go home later."
Chen Sangou waved his hands, "I will be careful. Goodbye, little brother."
They didn't take it to heart, after all, they were from outsiders and the Crescent Village was hospitable.
Prince Yan Ling sneered and muttered behind his back, "Uncle Yang, he actually called me little brother. He really doesn't know the rules."
He is the prince.
What younger brother? Is this guy worthy?
"Let's just wait here and watch the show."
Po stood aside, his dark eyes tinged with a hint of frost, "Wait for the lightning to strike you."
Prince Yanling turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"
Abao snorted and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"You ignorant girl!" Prince Yan Ling looked down on her. He didn't take the common people seriously at all, especially those from the Tiansheng Dynasty. They were the last ones and were all scum.
Boom boom
Thunder fell from the sky!
Prince Yan Ling jumped up and down in joy. Hahahaha, this big thunder must have created a hole for Chen Sangou to fall into.
"Yan Ling!!" Yang Lei suddenly howled and ran towards Prince Yan Ling.
But then thunder came rolling down from the sky and struck the Word Spirit.
Po put his hands on his hips and chuckled, "Yeah! I hit it!"
Yan Ling was covered in black smoke, his hair was singed, and the only white features on his body were his two pupils.
After all, he is just a seven-year-old child, Yan Ling burst into tears.
My mouth is so swollen that I can't speak.
Crow's beak, no use.
Yang Lei panicked. He watched helplessly as the prince was struck by lightning, and he failed to save him.
Chen Sangou quickly took the brush and returned home.
When Yan Ling saw Chen Sangou, he was stunned.
Chen Sangou didn’t fall into the pit? ?
"Who is this? Oh, you are so dark and careless, could you have been struck by lightning? You are lucky that you were not killed by lightning! Oh, I can't play with you either, I have something urgent to do." Chen Sangou didn't have time to respond to Yan Ling.
It was not until Chen Sangou ran away as if nothing had happened that Yan Ling came to her senses and was furious.
His crow's beak always works.
Today, it doesn’t work!
"Hmph!" Prince Yan Ling was feeling pain all over his body, tears streaming down his face. He threw himself into Yang Lei's arms, and Yang Lei simply carried him away.
"Hehe, the mouse is sandwiched between your thighs." A soft, baby voice came from behind Yang Lei.
Yang Lei was frightened and felt inexplicably chilled.
On the way back, Yang Lei fell into a big pit on the side of the road while holding the Word Spirit.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Prince Yanling's miserable screams were heard from the pit.
The sound spread in the night sky, which was shocking.
[Hahaha, the pit is full of rat traps. Now Crow Mouth is in trouble. I told you not to curse others with bad intentions. Humph!] Po was in a good mood.
Feng Zhuo and Taoist Master Bai Yun who was holding him down understood.
That mousetrap can kill a mouse alive. If it were used on a human, the flesh would probably be torn to pieces.
This little Prince Yan Ling, tsk, has really suffered a lot.
[However...Yan Ling was able to survive under the thunderbolt. He seemed to have something more than others. Others have seven souls, but he actually has eight! ]
She had to find out which extra soul was able to keep Yan Ling immortal.
…
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you have to be patient for a while." Yang Lei returned to the room and looked at the little crown prince sitting on the stool.
There were six mousetraps stuck on his hands, feet, and thighs.
Each mousetrap was tightly holding the little prince's flesh. At first glance, the flesh had turned black and purple and was almost dead.
Yang Lei felt so sorry for what he saw that he simply hated the mousetrap.
The person in front of him was the precious little prince of the Fire Nation. He never thought that one day he would suffer such a punishment.
How can I protect these hands?
How do you walk with these two feet?
And these thighs...
When Yang Lei thought of his thighs, he suddenly shuddered and remembered the little girl's words in his mind.
[Rat clip, thigh clip]
Yang Lei's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock. Could it be that the girl's mouth was blessed?
"Mmmm." Prince Yan Ling was unable to speak after being struck by lightning, and now he was a little unconscious after being trapped by a rat.
Yang Lei collected his thoughts and carefully took the mousetrap off Yan Ling.
Despite this, Yan Ling still shouted at the top of his lungs.
But the strange thing was that apart from Yang Lei, no one in the village could hear it, as if someone had cast a barrier around them, isolating them from the sound.
Yan Ling was about to cry to death.
Yang Lei was overwhelmed.
"Your Highness, should we pass the message to the little princess?"
Spread the bullshit!
How can it be spread like this?
He had failed to curse any of the people in Crescent Village. Would he tell Emperor Jiaoyang about his miserable appearance today and cause the entire Tiansheng Dynasty to laugh at their Fire Nation?
At this moment, Yan Ling couldn't tell how aggrieved he was.
"Wuwuwu, home, I miss home..."
He wants to go home.
Yang Lei looked at the Word Spirit whose face was covered in black dirt and whose limbs and thighs were bruised, and fell into deep thought, "Little Prince, you need to treat your external injuries, otherwise your limbs will be useless and the two pieces of meat on your thighs will also rot."
Yang Lei didn't dare to touch Yan Ling at all now, as it would hurt if Yan Ling moved even a little.
Wuuuuu.
Has someone put a spell on him?
"Your Highness, please wait here for me. I will go to Yuecheng to find a good doctor to come and see you. We have secret guards around you, so don't worry, no one will hurt you."
Yan Ling had no choice but to nod.
As soon as Yang Lei walked out of the door, he saw a little girl in white clothes, wearing a white bamboo hat and a veil covering her face, revealing only her pair of dark phoenix eyes.
Yang Lei: ???
no.
Is there anyone in Crescent Moon Village who dresses so mysteriously? Like a martial arts master.
The person in front of me looks like just a child!
"This is Master Yang, right?"
Di Hongluan's word "Master" praised Yang Lei to the sky. He was a disciple of Taoist Tianlin, so it was reasonable for him to be respected as a Master.
"The girl is..."
"Like Master Yang, we are of the same path."
When Yang Lei heard Di Hongluan's profound tone, he instantly felt more friendly towards her. "So you are a fellow traveler. Please come in."
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