Little Ash was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood.

Jiuzhang is obviously not the willful child they imagined, he will not play such a small character as hunger strike, nor will he give up any hope of bringing Chixiao back to life.

Little Gray understood that she was thinking too narrowly, she put down the side dishes and porridge in her hand, and took out a few Soul Rejuvenation Pills from her purse.

When she hadn't read a few medical techniques, she thought it was a life-sustaining elixir, but later she learned that this thing was just a booster pill for cultivation for the spirit beast clan, containing the nutrition of various things, and it was also mixed with some spiritual power, in other words, it was compressed food that could replenish energy, but that was only for orcs and spirit beasts, and for humans, it was equivalent to swallowing a month's worth of food in one bite, not to mention seriously ill people, even if they were seriously ill, they would be strangled to death, and they couldn't digest it at all.

Chixiao didn't understand, that is, if Jiuzhang hadn't stopped her, her father might have been gone.

Thinking of this, Little Gray looked at Jiuzhang with a different gaze.

She put the Soul Resurrection Pill on the stone table at hand, and didn't make a sound to remind him, just wanted to turn around and leave so quietly.

But before leaving, she caught a glimpse of the flaming sword that fell to the ground.

Although it is said that the matter of extracting spiritual power from his body and condensing it into a weapon has never been seen before, no matter how firm Chixiao's will is, the weapon condensed by spiritual power is still incorporeal, and he is now unconscious, why is there such a strong spiritual power for these spiritual powers to continue to maintain the form of a sword?

It doesn't make sense.

After the spiritual power is punched out, it dissipates in the air like strength, why didn't it disperse?

Little Ash walked out of Jiuzhang's room.

Next door is the prince's nest.

It's said to be a nest, but it's really a nest.

Although they were all stone houses, there was nothing in the prince's room except a low weed and the chains that bound his limbs, a cave of great simplicity.

Little Gray walked in and put the side dishes and porridge that Jiuzhang hadn't eaten in front of him, and the leftovers that Jiuzhang hadn't touched a few days ago were handled like this.

The people of the palace were in a hurry to flee for their lives, and they ran in a hurry, they really didn't have the strength to bring any money and food, and they ate the same from top to bottom, all of them were porridge and side dishes, and they were not deliberately mistreated to the captives, and they were so poor that they couldn't open the pot.

Although they said they had escaped, they didn't plan to stay in this small dilapidated house for the rest of their lives, so the situation outside had to be explored by eyeliner, and someone had to run around for three meals a day.

The prince died once, his heart was transparent, and he didn't have Jiuzhang's arrogance in food, and he ate everything.

Little Gray looked at him from the side, only to see this person holding a bamboo tube made of chopsticks made of branches, eating small stir-fried vegetables with no oily hearts, and his movements were elegant as if he was tasting the delicacies of the Quartet, he was sitting on a weed ball, with chains tied to his limbs, and a few silver needles on the top of his head that blocked his spiritual power, but he couldn't see a trace of embarrassment.

Little Ash thought to herself, otherwise how could some people be heinous bad people, and some people, like her, couldn't even save the son of the enemy when they saw death.

"Eat quickly, the prince is still in a hurry to decoction the medicine."

The prince paused slightly, swallowed the last grain of rice, thanked her, and said two more words when she turned around.

"Chenxi."