With them, you will undergo a great change, and as for the vital energy I need, once I have a healthy body, I can naturally start cultivating again...
I sensed it just now; the air here is pure. I estimate there's an excellent place for cultivation in the nearby mountains.
Thinking this through, the King of Ginseng nodded secretly and took a deep breath...
In the dead of night, when all was dark, a faint white light began to emanate from around the Little Prince.
A white light lifted the little prince, his tiny body leaving the blankets, gradually expanding, shimmering with light and shadow, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.
A moment later, a beam of condensed light rapidly detached from his body, quickly coalescing into the shadow of a ginseng root, which gently swayed near the little prince's head.
The shadow gradually became clearer, and finally, it had eyes and a nose. A small, white-bearded old man, only about a foot tall, stood in the sky not far above the little prince's head with a kind face.
"My benefactor, I have left all my essence in your body. You can integrate it into your own body. Although I do not know who you are, I am the King of Ginseng. My essence will surely help you restore your vitality..." The old man stood in the air, facing the sleeping prince, and rambled on for a while. Then he put his hands together in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and bowed to the prince. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of tears. "Goodbye, benefactor. I hope we will never meet again."
The King of Ginseng turned around, and with a "whoosh!" a strange light shot out of the second-floor window and quickly disappeared into the night...
It's hot, so hot! The sleeping little prince felt his body sinking down. After landing safely on the bed, a warmth emanated from within him, making him feel a little restless, yet also quite comfortable.
Who is it? Who's whispering in my ear, saying something about never seeing me again? What does that mean? Who doesn't want to see me again? Hey, don't go! Who are you...?
In a blur, he saw a small figure jump out of the window. The little prince moved and reached out to call out to him.
At the same time, he felt his body stretching out infinitely, as if he hadn't felt so comfortable and relaxed in a long time. It was a very special feeling.
My body feels brimming with energy, and a surge of passion is waiting to be released...
Huh? Where's the fur on my hands? Why is my fur smooth? This doesn't seem like my hands! Could it be Wan'er's little hands? But Wan'er's hands seem softer, it doesn't feel like this...
Finally unable to resist any longer, he twitched his eyelids, opened his eyes, and gradually his vision cleared. The little prince looked up at the person opposite him.
Wan'er turned her face to face him, her cheeks slightly flushed, her breathing even, her beautiful hair draped over the pillow, she was fast asleep.
Her delicate, lotus-root-like arms were playfully draped over the blanket. The window behind her was a third open, and the winter north wind blew against her arms...
The little prince couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips. He then reached out and took Wan'er's hand; her exposed arm was already icy cold from the north wind.
"Achoo!" Wan'er, who was in her sleep, suddenly twitched her nose and sneezed towards the little prince.
Oh no, she'll catch a cold if this continues.
Unable to dodge in time, the little prince raised his hand to wipe away the saliva that Wan'er had sprayed on his face.
A pair of blue lights shot towards his arm, and the little prince's gaze froze.
The little prince blinked, then raised his arm again. He hadn't misread it...
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