Bird Raiders

The Seventh Prince pinched A Ting's wings with one hand, and lifted A Ting's paws with the other, revealing his buttocks covered with white fluff, "Male or female?"

Ah Ting became frightened in an instant, and kicked his legs vigorously in the hands of the Seventh Prince. The Seventh Prince didn't expect the little bird to struggle suddenly. When he was dazed and didn't pay attention, he was stabbed by the scratching bird's claws. He felt relieved after eating. hand, the bird fell straight down.

Suddenly several beams of white light flashed in front of him, the prince lowered his head, and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting on the ground, with dark green clothes draped crookedly on his body, revealing crescent-white crystal clear skin.

The boy covered his face with his hands, and a colorful crown was tied on his head, which was exactly the same color as the feathers of the bird just now.

During these years at the border, the prince has not seen many people, but he has seen quite a few monsters, but this is the first time he has seen such a beautiful and expensive little fairy.

The prince was a little scared at first, but this little elf was too timid, so he looked even more frightened, sitting timidly on the ground, still glancing at him secretly.

"Your eyebrows... are very similar to Prime Minister Yi."

Ah Ting heard the man talking, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, he only grasped the three words "Prime Minister Yi", and he replied obediently: "He is my father."

When the prince heard such shocking words, he was silent for a long time, and then burst out laughing, "No wonder I let this prince listen less and think less. The story of the prime minister is much more exciting than the rumors."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." The prince looked down at his hand, and raised the scratched place in front of Ah Ting, "It was scratched by you."

A half-finger-long wound was still slightly oozing blood.

Ah Ting wondered: "Then what should we do?"

"Yeah, what should I do then?" The prince squatted in front of him, picked up A Ting's collar and pulled it together, "Has the prime minister ever taught you that you should be responsible for your own mistakes?"

Ah Ting shook his head, "Daddy never taught me, because Ah Ting didn't make any mistakes, but I heard Daddy tell Mother that way."

"Is your mother the same bird as you?"

"Yes, but mother's feathers are prettier than mine."

The prince approached with a gentle tone: "Does anyone else know about this?"

"What's the matter?"

The prince patiently explained: "Prime Minister Yi's wife and children are monsters, does anyone else know this secret?"

Ah Ting opened his eyes wide, sat upright, his lips murmured: "We are good monsters who don't hurt people."

"I know you are a good monster, but I am afraid that bad people will hurt you."

"No, Daddy said no one can hurt me."

The prince understood, he thought for a while, and stretched out his hand in front of Ah Ting, "You scratched my right hand, and I usually use my right hand to eat and read, now I can't move it, you have to take responsibility. "