But at this time, it was just dawn, and there was no one in the temple, Ling'er looked at the cold gate in front of him, and was very anxious.

She didn't know if the little prince could support himself on the mountain, no matter what else happened, Ling'er didn't want the little prince to die in this second, although she also knew in her mind that the little prince was the one who killed her brother, but she still couldn't do it.

"This time, even if I repay him for saving me before, I will let him die at my hands again."

Ling'er secretly swore in her heart, otherwise she would not have been able to accept everything she had to do now.

Suddenly, the dilapidated door opened, and when it was opened was a little monk with a broom in his hand, who was supposed to be the one who was cleaning.

Ling'er pounced as if she had seen a savior, and knelt directly on the rainy ground, and the small puddle soaked Ling'er's clothes.

The little monk was frightened by Ling'er's move, and looked at her at a loss for what to do.

"Donor, you have something to say, you are like this, I ........" The little monk was already nervous and speechless.

The road down the mountain was not easy to walk, and when Ling'er went down the mountain, the sky was not yet bright, zero; Ling'er's skirt was cut by the grass, revealing her white thighs.

Ling'er is already bitter at this time, and anyone who sees it will feel distressed. What's more, it's a little monk who doesn't get into women's sex. I was even more distressed by the Ling'er in front of me.

The little monk didn't know what to do with his hands, so he could only hold the broom hard, so that he was not nervous. But Ling'er didn't care about these at all, she just wanted to find someone to save the little prince now.

"Donor, please tidy up your clothes, this is rude."

The little monk closed his eyes, looked ahead and said.

At this time, Ling'er found that she was already in rags, and the clothes on her body were already in tatters.

"Well, I didn't pay attention. Little monk, can you take me down the mountain? Why don't you go and call the doctor? ”

Lin'er hurriedly sorted out her clothes, and kept saying that she cared about the little prince.

"Okay, donor, please wait a while, I will go down the mountain to find a doctor for you."

After the little monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the gate of the mountain.

The grass and trees on this mountain are growing very well, and the air on the mountain is still very fresh after the rain.

The birds of the mountains stood on the branches of the trees, singing happily and cheerfully applauding the rain.

Only Ling'er knelt alone in the mud pit and cried bitterly, he was very worried that if he couldn't find someone to treat the little prince in time. Will the little prince die because of this?

No matter what he thought before, but at this second he just wanted the little prince to get better.

Ling'er's crying voice was already hoarse, he watched the figure of the little monk getting farther and farther away, he also stood up from the ground, he knew that now, there was nothing to do for the little prince.

With a smile on his face, he slowly got up and returned to the thatched hut on the mountain, ready to stay by the little prince's side.

The little monk was also a good man, and he knew that the little prince needed to be healed all the time when he was injured, so he ran all the way down the mountain to the town to find the imperial doctor.

But it's usually too early, and the townspeople haven't gotten up yet.

The little monk stood in front of the imperial doctor's door, slapping the wooden door vigorously.

"Is there anyone, is there anyone, help, help!"

The little monk had just run down from the mountain and patted on the door panting.

The little monk took pictures by the door for a long, long time, but no one responded.

"What are you doing in the morning, and you don't let people rest?"

I don't know how long the little monk patted the door and bought it, and there was an angry roar from inside.

When the little monk heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he slowly put his face into the crack of the door and said.

"Trouble you, I don't want to, but it's really disturbing to have a life that needs you to come."

After the little monk finished speaking, he immediately stood behind the door, then sorted out his clothes, folded his hands and bowed.

As far as you could tell, the old man was angry.

But when he opened the door and saw that it was a little monk, he was so polite, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared.

"Monk, you don't rest in the temple on the mountain, why do you bother me to sleep when you run down the mountain."

The little monk looked embarrassed, but he still said politely.

"Donor, I'm bothering you, just because there is an injured person in this temple and needs the old man to go and heal."

The old man saw that the little monk had come to him for an injured person, and the rest of his anger in his heart had been cleaned up, so he was not angry.

"Okay, I'll clean up and go up the mountain with you."

The monk bowed happily and said, "Thank you." ”

The old man waved his hand, and then went back to the room, and it was time to pack up his medicine box.

The little monk waited patiently at the door.

"Ah——,h

Chili, the screams of pain spread throughout the mountain, and now, he couldn't control his body at all.

Moreover, he had also inhaled a large amount of spiritual power that exceeded the load of his body, and now it was time for him to cross the tribulation.

He tried hard to suppress the spiritual power of his body, but the crescent moon pointed that these neighbors would flow around his body.

It has dealt a serious blow to his various Jimai, and the pain is unbearable.

He endured it as hard as he could, until it seemed that Gulin was deliberately against him, and half of it was still wandering around in his body.

Chili's face was already pale, and her lips were no longer bloody. Looking at him, it seems that he is going to pass out in the next second, and he can't hold on.

He clenched his fists as hard as he could, keeping himself awake. His fists were clenched so tightly that blood was oozing from his hands.

Now his state makes people look very distressed, his face is pale, and his hands have oozed blood because of the clenched fists too hard.

He lay in a dilapidated thatched hut, his limbs shaking uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound, large beads of sweat came out of his forehead, and the green tendons on his neck had flare.

It can be seen that he is in pain now, but he is trying not to make a sound.

This powerful spiritual power made him feel unbearable pain, and he had already used all the strength of his body to suppress this spiritual power, but it had little effect.

He slowly changed, feathers grew on his hands and feathers appeared on his face.

Yes, he looks like he's going to be beaten back to his original form.

He struggled to get out of bed, crawling out of a thatched hut like he wanted to catch the sun.

Because the spiritual power on this mountain is abundant, and the sun is another medicine for him to absorb spiritual power.

If he reabsorbs only Linlin in his body now, he may suppress his current change.

He struggled to climb to the door of the thatched hut, but his pears had been consumed very little, and there was no way to control this body anymore.

He pressed his hands tightly against his waist, using his body as a stick, and rolled over like this.

It's fast, it's almost a meter, and he'll be touching the sun right away.

His arms had slowly turned into feathers, and the number of feathers on his face was increasing.

The feathers on his body ripped through the clothes he was wearing, revealing her original skin, crumpled.

"No, I can't die here. I have one more person to protect. ”

Chili said silently in his heart, he knew that if he didn't work hard now, what would he face next?

If he doesn't make an effort to disappear here, he will disappear in this whole world. It's the harsh reality he's about to face.

Chiri writhed her body hard, slowly approaching the door of the thatched house, to touch the light of the sun.

Almost, the feathers on his hands were almost caught by the sun.

But his body couldn't support it anymore.

After saying goodbye to the little monk, Ling'er hurried up the mountain.

She is now buying time, because the little prince is left alone in the thatched house, and she is not at ease.

Chili is really about to run out.

As he closed his eyes, he saw a blurry figure running towards him.

"Little prince, what's wrong with you, why did you come out?"

Ling'er, seeing the little prince fall to the ground and run over the network, he didn't notice the change in the little prince at all.

"Quick, let me see the sun."

Chili said this when he was very weak, and even he couldn't hear what he was saying. He was worried that Ling'er wouldn't understand what he was saying.

After all, he is dying now, and he may be in ashes in the next second, and his spirit body will dissipate.

Ling'er saw Xiao Huangzi fall to the ground, and hurriedly ran over to help him up. But he subconsciously saw the little prince's hand.

Ling'er was so frightened that she hurriedly let go of the little prince in her arms, you are so frightened that you cover your mouth and don't know what to do, and your eyes are wide.

After all, he had never seen anything like this since he was born, and the previous scene was far beyond what this little girl could bear.

But Ling'er didn't know that she fell, but she just helped the little prince, and with the help of Ling'er, the little prince accidentally touched the sun with one of his hands.

Yes, he only has one hand in the sun, which may be too little for others, but for Chiri, it is enough.

Ling'er was so frightened that she didn't know what to do now, so she just stood there alone.

Chili was working hard to repair his spiritual body, but fortunately, after the painful struggle just now, these spiritual powers were suppressed by him.

He quietly put his prototype back, and then restored some of the spiritual power he had said earlier into his body.

After Chili's body improved a little, she slowly opened her eyes.

He looked at Ling'er standing in front of him, Ling'er with his mouth open and staring at Ling'er, and he already had a conjecture in his heart.

The last time he showed his original form was when he was killed thousands of years ago, and he didn't expect to reappear so soon.

"What's wrong with you, were you scared by something?"

Chili whispered that his voice was so small that it might only be enough for him to hear.

Ling'er hadn't reacted from the shock just now.

"Little prince, your hands, your hands have feathers." Ling'er was already scared to the point of scarring.

After listening to Ling'er's words, Chili felt more confident in his heart, knowing that he had shown his original form just now, and what happened just now was not his delusion alone.

"Ling'er, didn't you sleep last night? There was some pain in the eye, and I saw it wrong. ”

Chili said weakly.