Chapter 259 Crow's mouth, not working
Is there such a pretty and beautiful girl in Yueya Village?
Yang Lei was simply amazed. This girl doesn't look like a local.
"What do you mean by mine and what is not mine?" Yan Ling snorted.
A Bao looked at Prince Yan Ling with a smile.
[Crow's mouth! Bad luck! You are still talking nonsense to me, and you don't even know that I am standing in front of you.]
Feng Zhuo, who heard the inner voice, said: "..."
I understand. This is Prince Yan Ling of the Fire Country. To put it bluntly, he has a crow's mouth.
Taoist Baiyun in the dark looked at Prince Yan Ling and sighed pitifully.
Little Prince of the Fire Country, well, you have to pray for your own good fortune.
Your mouth is a crow's mouth, the mouth of the eldest, which is blessed. In front of her, you are not even qualified to be a younger brother!
Prince Yan Ling didn't want to pay attention to a little girl who couldn't even speak a complete sentence, and said to Chen Sangou: "It's dark and the road is slippery. I'm afraid you will fall into a pit when you go home later."
Chen Sangou waved his hand, "I will be careful. Goodbye, little brother." He
didn't take it to heart. After all, they were outsiders, and Yueya 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 brother, this kid is worthy?
"Let's wait here and watch the show."
A Bao stood aside, his dark eyes stained with a hint of frost, "Wait for lightning to strike you."
Prince Yan Ling turned his head, "What did you say?"
A Bao snorted, too lazy to pay attention to him.
"You ignorant girl!" Prince Yan Ling looked down on the common people, not taking them seriously at all, especially those from the Tiansheng Dynasty, who were the last, all bastards.
Boom boom -
thunder from the sky!
Prince Yan Ling jumped up and down, extremely happy, hahahaha, this thunder must have made a pit for Chen Sangou to fall into.
"Yan Ling!!" Yang Lei suddenly howled and ran towards Prince Yan Ling.
But the thunder rolled down and hit Yan Ling.
A Bao put his hands on his hips and chuckled, "Great! It hit!"
Yan Ling's body was covered with black smoke, his hair was burnt, and only two pupils were white.
After all, he was a seven-year-old child, Yan Ling cried loudly.
His mouth was burnt and he couldn't speak.
Crow mouth, useless.
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 from home.
Yan Ling was stunned when he saw Chen Sangou.
Didn't Chen Sangou fall into the pit? ?
"Who is this? Oh, you black and sloppy guy, could it be that you were struck by lightning? You are lucky not to be struck to death by lightning! Oh, I can't play with you either, I have something urgent to do." Chen Sangou didn't have time to pay attention to Yan Ling.
It was not until Chen Sangou ran away like nothing happened that Yan Ling came back to his senses and was furious.
His crow mouth, which always worked.
Today, it didn't work!
"Humph!" Prince Yan Ling was in pain all over his body, tears streaming down his face. He threw himself into Yang Lei's arms, and Yang Lei simply hugged him and left.
"Hehe, a rat trap is stuck in your thigh." A soft baby voice came from behind Yang Lei.
Yang Lei was startled and felt inexplicably timid.
On the way back, Yang Lei fell into a big pit on the side of the road while holding Yan Ling——
"Ahhhhh!" The miserable scream of Prince Yan Ling came from the pit.
This sound spread in the night sky, which was shocking.
[Hahaha, the pit is full of rat traps, and now Crow Mouth is terrible. I told you not to curse others with good intentions, hum!] A Bao was in a good mood.
Feng Zhuo and Taoist Bai Yun who was holding him down understood.
The rat trap can kill the mouse alive, and if it is clamped on a person, the skin and flesh will probably be rotten.
This little Prince Yan Ling, tut, really has a hard time.
[However...Yan Ling was able to survive under the thunderbolt. It seems that he has something more than others. Others have seven souls, but he actually has eight!]
She had to find out which soul was the one that saved Yan Ling from death.
...
"Your Highness, you have to be patient, okay." Yang Lei returned to the room and looked at the little prince sitting on the stool. There
were six mousetraps stuck on his two hands, two feet, and two thighs.
Each mousetrap was tightly clamping the little prince's flesh and blood. At a glance, the flesh and blood had turned black and purple, and was almost dead flesh.
Yang Lei felt sorry for it and hated mousetraps.
In front of him was the precious little prince of the Fire Country. He never thought that one day he would suffer such a torment.
How could he protect his hands?
How can you walk with these legs?
And these thighs...
When Yang Lei thought of the thighs, he suddenly shuddered, and the little girl's words came to his mind.
[Mousetrap, thightrap]
Yang Lei's eyes were about to fall out of his head in shock. Could it be that the girl's mouth was blessed?
"Mmmm." Prince Yan Ling was speechless after being struck by lightning, and now he was a little unconscious after being trapped by the mousetrap.
Yang Lei collected his thoughts and hurriedly took the mousetrap off Yan Ling carefully.
Despite this, Yan Ling still shouted at the top of his lungs.
But the strange thing was that except Yang Lei, no one in the village could hear it, as if someone had cast a barrier to block the sound.
Yan Ling was about to cry to death.
Yang Lei was in a big headache.
"Your Highness, shall we pass a message to the little princess?"
What the hell!
How can we pass it like this?
None of the people in Crescent Moon Village were successfully cursed by him. Would he tell Emperor Jiaoyang about his miserable appearance today and make the whole Tiansheng Dynasty laugh at their Fire Country?
At this moment, Yan Ling was so frustrated.
"Wuwuwu, home, I miss home..."
He wanted to go home.
Yang Lei looked at Yan Ling, whose face was covered with black dirt and whose limbs and thighs were bruised, and fell into deep thought, "Little Prince, you have to treat this external injury, otherwise your limbs will be useless and the two pieces of meat on your thighs will rot."
Yang Lei didn't dare to move Yan Ling at all now. Yan Ling would feel pain if he moved a little.
Wuwuwu.
Was he under a spell?
"Your Highness, please wait here. I will go to Yuecheng to find a good doctor to check you out. We have secret guards around you. 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, wearing a white hat and a veil covering her face, revealing only her dark phoenix eyes.
Yang Lei: ???
No.
Is there anyone in Yueya Village who dresses so mysteriously? Like a martial arts master.
The person in front of him 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 honored as a master.
"The girl is..."
"Like Master Yang, a fellow practitioner."
Yang Lei felt more friendly towards Di Hongluan when he heard her profound tone. "So you are a fellow practitioner. Please come in."
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