Northland tribes.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a gray-black tent overhead, and then he saw a cute little boy in a flash, and Ling Ye quickly confirmed his position and situation.

Lying on the soft bed, his whole body was weak and weak, and he turned his head to speak to the boy who was lying on the side of the bed obediently:

"Uh-uh-uh......"

His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and Ling Ye himself was startled, but he still achieved his goal, alarming the half-asleep boy.

"Uh-huh," the black-haired boy rubbed his eyes, but immediately chirped happily, "Brother Ling Ye, you finally woke up, great, are you okay?" My sister and I, as well as Feier, are they all worried about you, great, great......

“...... Little Phil, you look very energetic, not bad...... By the way, how long has my brother been sleeping?"

After roaring for a long time, Ling Ye finally spoke weakly and normally when the boy's concerned and anxious eyes, and he was even about to run out for help, and he pretended to be relaxed.

Little Phil hesitated to look at Ling Ye on the bed a few times, and found no other special phenomenon, so he slowly stopped his panicked and backward steps.

Little Phil returned to the bedside, snapped his white and tender fingers, and said crisply: "It's been three days since you were brought back by the fat two, and today is the afternoon of the third day, and you haven't eaten yet." ”

Everyone else seems to be fine, I was carried back by the fat two? Didn't the teacher say that I went to Xingyu to take a bath, today is the third day of my return, so how long did it take me to take a bath? Now my whole body doesn't hurt or itch, but I just can't get up, this is also called if it's okay, is it only when I'm dead is it?

I wanted to shake my head habitually, but I found that it was difficult for my head to turn back on the side, so Ling Ye had to continue to move his mouth:

“...... If your sister is okay, go and call her. ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

Phil also seemed to sense that something was wrong and hurried out.

Ling Ye's face was hideous, but there was still no part of the muscles in his body that could listen to the call, only his lips and throat could slightly cooperate to make some sounds.

Temporarily paralyzed, and he didn't know when he would recover, and how he would be able to recover, he was even more depressed to find that the spiritual power in his body was chaotic and mottled.

After that, he asked Ling Lao for help, but Ling Lao was silent and wanted to confide in his senior sister, but the senior sister did not reply.

He continued to struggle.

"Brother Lingye, what's wrong with you, why are you paralyzed, didn't the witch say that you will be fine after a few days of rest?"

At this moment, a rough voice sounded, and then the sound of the tent being lifted was heard, and soon several people came to the bedside, one of whom was the fat two who made the sound.

“...... I'm not sure, my whole body is weak, my spiritual power is uncontrollable. Ling Ye's eyes rolled sharply, and she looked straight at the white-robed witch.

"In the end, when you blocked the operation of the hyena, you didn't have enough spiritual power, so I lost my magic power to you. Of course, there is not much difference between spiritual power and magic power, and it seems that what you are cultivating is not pure spiritual power, so if you only transmit it once, it will not damage too much. It's just ......"

The witch was behind several people, and when she saw the young man's direct gaze, she looked left and right and said, "I was exhausted of my magic power at the time, and then I fainted, I didn't expect you to be so crazy, and the others are just exhausted of spiritual power, just cultivate for a while." ”

"Can it be recovered, method, and for how long. Ling Ye's eyes darkened, and he felt even weaker, and he didn't care about the strangeness of observing the witch's expression.

The witch blinked in the face of the eager eyes of several people, and looked embarrassed: "Well, it's not impossible, but I want you to beg me first, and then I'll think about ......it."

"Please, I beg you. Ling Ye interrupted, his heart full of joy.

"......" lips moved for a long time, and seeing that her little Phil was wrinkled, as if she was about to cry, the witch had to tell the truth helplessly and hatefully,

"Well, it's not a big deal for you bastard scoundrel. Phil is good, he has soaked in the trial pool, and even His Royal Highness has spoken in person, and he may need to recuperate for a few days before he fully recovers. ”

Most of the witch's words were used to comfort her brother who was crying, and after little Phil broke into tears and laughed, she turned her head to the other two people in the room and explained in detail:

"Of course, His Highness has also reminded us that we can't use external forces to help you, and it's best for you not to toss around indiscriminately these days, and when the impurities mixed in your body, that is, other people's spiritual power, naturally dissipate and clean, it will be fine. These words are based on the words of His Highness, and the general meaning has already been conveyed.

"When did the [Son of the Star] come, why haven't I seen it?" asked the relieved highland youth.

How would I have known how His Highness had come to be, if it weren't for the kindness of this witch who came to visit this bastard...... Maybe it's really because she's too kind, no, doesn't it seem like I'm too useless to answer like this...... The white-robed witch snorted, and replied with her chest crossed:

"Of course Your Highness is...... It was invited by this witch, if it weren't for His Highness's kindness, and most importantly, for the sake of the great guardian's face, how could he care about a commoner, or an imperial commoner? As for Fat Er, you can't see it, naturally it is His Highness's meaning, do you dare to have an opinion?"

The sturdy highland youth's face was dark, but now it turned white, and his head puffed out like a rattle.

"Thank you, thank you, Fat Er, little Phil, and Star ...... The Child of the Stars......"

Ling Ye, who was lying on the bed and couldn't get up, twitched his face at this time, squeezing out a smile that came from the heart but could frighten the dead.

Then, he fainted, dreaming that he seemed to have become a bulging balloon punctured by a needle, slowly leaking a chaotic breath that did not belong to him......

A few days later, Ling Ye woke up again, his body was empty, and his spiritual power and physical strength had dissipated cleanly. Although he looked much weaker, he was able to struggle to his feet on his own.

After a few more days of recuperation.

Counting the days, today is the 25th of July, and Ling Ye recovered his spiritual power and all his injuries, so smoothly that he and several companions were a little surprised.

But that doesn't seem like a bad thing, at least not yet. Thinking and vigilant about this phenomenon, Ling Ye faintly guessed.

Of course, in the few days of leisure and soberness, he was mercilessly told that while he had not paid off his debts, he had added a few more items to the bill of a certain big man after a life-and-death struggle......

Forget it, I don't have enough rest if I have a lot of debt...... rubbing the head of the boy next to him who was curiously looking at something in his arms, and teasing the "angry" pet dog in his arms with the other hand, Ling Ye was enjoying it very leisurely.