"Can you turn into a human form? You're like this, I can't treat your wounds. Jing Ge pinched his eyebrows and looked at the little phoenix in front of him.

"Do you dare to dislike Uncle Ben's true body?" the little phoenix angrily pointed at Jing Ge with the tips of her wings, her golden eyes flashing with angry flames.

"If you don't change, then I'll have to pluck your hair off. Jing Ge resisted the urge to laugh and looked at him through the gauze.

"You! you just wanted to pick Uncle Ben's feathers?" the little phoenix stared at her in disbelief with wide eyes in shock.

He was almost stripped of his feathers?

Doesn't this stinky beggar know that the feathers of the phoenix are very valuable?

"How can I heal you if I don't pluck your feathers? I'm not a veterinarian. Jing Ge was amused by his expression and laughed out loud.

Yan Huang glared at her angrily, his wings trembling with anger.

"You actually compare Uncle Ben to ordinary beasts?"

Ah, this stupid human!

"If there is more blood, you may die. Jing Ge pointed to his still bleeding claws, which looked like they had been broken.

The wound is hideous.

With Yan Huang's excited movements, the bleeding from the wound was even greater than just now.

"Give me a set of clothes first. Yan Huang glanced down at his injuries and said unwillingly.

His blood is very precious, how can it be lost in vain!

Jing Ge took out a set of clothes and threw it to him.

Cover him again.

A faint yellow golden light flashed, and the little hairy boy carved in pink appeared in front of Jing Ge again.

It's still more eye-catching now.

It's just, how can it seem that after the real body has shrunk, even after turning into a human form, it has shrunk a lot?

"How did you get smaller?"

"Small, small, small?...... Ah, damn humans, Uncle Ben has lost too much blood, and his essence has been severely depleted......"

Damn it.

It's not as good as even a five or six-year-old weak child, and now he has shrunk directly into a milk baby?

"Well, you're actually pretty cute. Jing Ge couldn't help but laugh.

The fleshy little milk baby, stretched out her round hand, pointed at Jing Ge and scolded angrily: "It's all your fault as the contract master, ahhh

Jing Ge pinched his chin and smiled at him: "Wrap your clothes well, it's going to be exposed." ”

"Ahh Yan Huang habitually covered his front, but the clothes on his shoulders slipped down, revealing his snow-white, pink, fleshy little shoulders.

The golden curly hair is just over the shoulders of the long knife, and the round face has a pair of big golden eyes, like a little person who came out of the Q version.

The little elven prince carved in pink.

Jing Ge was so cute that his heart was about to melt.

"Hmph. ”

The little hairy boy looked unhappy, pulled up his clothes to cover his shoulders, and looked down and sniffed his clothes.

"No need to sniff, it's new, haven't worn it yet. ”

Yan Huang snorted and reluctantly walked towards Jing Ge.

Jing Ge saw that he was having a hard time walking, so he walked over and picked him up and put him on the broken chair next to him.

Yan Huang was coldly held in his arms, croaking and struggling: "Stinky beggar, who allowed you to defile Uncle Ben with your dirty hands?"

Yan Huang struggled and touched the place on Jing Ge's chest.

It's soft and has a scent.

Yan Huang suddenly turned a little red, all the way to his neck.

He stammered, "You...... Are you...... Woman...... Female?"