In the woods, the breeze made the leaves rustle.
The wind also blew off a corner of the hats of some elves standing in the wind, scaring them so much that they hurriedly covered their hats with their hands.
"Little baby, are you telling the truth?" An elf with a hoarse voice was the first to break the quiet atmosphere. His voice was a little difficult, as if he had not spoken for a long time, and it was not very pleasant to hear.
His name is Delai, he is over forty years old and was an elf harp player twenty years ago.
Back then, he was so unrestrainedly beautiful, confident and generous. He played wonderful music with his golden harp. His beautiful and elegant image brought aesthetic enjoyment to countless people. He was even so famous that he was invited to perform for the human royal family.
But all of this was destroyed twenty years ago.
He first became a beast-like demented elf. After finally regaining his sanity, he suffered from sequelae. He could no longer take his harp to see the beauty of the outside world, and he dared not show his ugly face for fear of attracting contempt, disgust, or even disgust from others.
He was extremely excited when he first received the news from the guards.
He always knew that the Elf King was trying to find a way to save them, so even though he didn't say it explicitly this time, gathering them together also sent a signal.
So, like everyone else, he could no longer contain his excitement, and without caring about the time of gathering or the things at hand, he hurried to the top of the mountain.
What is the situation now? He is not old enough to have auditory hallucinations, right?
Human babies? Treat them?
This little kid looks like he's only two or three years old!
"Yes!" Lingling replied crisply.
Even as he spoke, he still felt that he was too small and weak. He put his chubby arms around Josiah's neck and whispered in his ear for help: "Brother, uncle doesn't believe me, can you help me?"
Josiah's pointed ears were tickled by the hot breath of Lingling when she spoke. He couldn't help but smile when he heard clearly that the little girl was actually calling for external help.
He patted Lingling's little head soothingly, then turned to face the tribesmen: "Lingling didn't lie to you. She was the one who healed my face. The Elf King asked you to come here so that Lingling could help you with the treatment."
The elves were in an uproar, and then some of them couldn't help but want to rush forward.
Josiah realized the situation wasn't going well, so he grabbed Lingling and ran for a few steps, shouting, "Calm down, everyone! Line up first. Don't crowd around and scare the child. Lingling said she'll heal you!"
Irene also suddenly stretched out the vines on her body and blocked the excited elves, preventing them from moving forward.
The elves who were stopped looked at the serious expression on Irene Tree's face and the little winged tiger that kept breathing at them, and then they calmed down and lined up carefully, fearing that they would not be treated soon.
Josiah felt sad when he saw the obedient look. If he had not met Lingling earlier, he would have been one of these elves. He would have been more excited and cautious than them.
He lowered his head to look at Lingling in his arms, who was staring at the elves with her eyes wide open.
Josiah said softly, "Lingling, are you sure you want to treat your uncles and aunts now? Or should I take you back for lunch?"
Although he also wanted to help the tribesmen, he had promised Lingling to let her eat lunch first, and he didn't want Lingling to work on an empty stomach. After all, he didn't know how exhausting the treatment process would be for Lingling. With so many tribesmen, he was afraid that Lingling couldn't bear it.
Lingling blinked her eyes, stretched out her chubby little hands to touch her belly, and looked up at Josiah with a sweet smile.
"Dudu said it ate some fruit on the way, so we can wait a little longer."
Josiah was deeply moved.
What a blessing! They, the elves, have encountered such a wonderful little treasure.
Josiah then put Lingling down, took her hand, and led her to the tribesmen. He squatted down and said to Lingling, "Then I'll leave it to you, Lingling. I'd like to thank you on behalf of the uncles and aunts."
Lingling nodded her head firmly.
"Don't worry, brother. Leave it to Lingling!"
As she spoke, Lingling felt the ground for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran to a big rock by the stream, climbing up it grunting.
Huhu, who was following her, saw how hard she was climbing and ran over to serve as a stepping stone for Lingling.
“Ouch!”
"Thank you Huhu"
Lingling, who had finally climbed up, thanked Huhu and immediately opened her arms and looked up at the sky.
The expectant elves: What's going on? Aren't you going to treat them anymore? No!!!
Then they experienced something that they will never forget.
On the smooth stone, the little ball, as delicate as jade and bathed in the sun, soon began to sparkle all over, like a small ball of light.
The small ball of light stayed on the stone for a while, then slowly began to "roll" down, and landed on the little winged tiger for a while before slowly landing on the ground.
Then the small ball of light began to run towards them, shaking non-stop.
When they got closer, they could finally see the face of the little man in the ball of light clearly.
The chubby little face looked a little serious at this moment, and the little face was tense, but it still looked cute and adorable.
She stretched out her two little hands to make a flower shape, and slowly gathered strength towards the elves who were already standing.
Soon, a silver halo appeared from her little hand.
But the aperture did not open immediately, but kept getting bigger and bigger...
At this time, the elves were not only shocked by the little milk ball's purification magic, but also noticed other differences.
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