This time, the little unhappiness that arises because of the appearance of Pojun soon passed... Lian'er saw that the mandrill was still willing to practice with him, and in his spare time, he still played the piano and flute with him, and finally relaxed.
My heart and smile are getting more than before
But she didn't know that the mandrill had other plans!
Every time it was night, when everything was quiet, the mandrill began to use his jasper flute to practice his illusion and confusing skills.
At first, after practicing for a while, his skills have improved a lot, but the more he goes, he finds that his mind changes more and more!
He began to kill bloodthirsty, and could ruthlessly slash the little larks who had accidentally entered his territory to death with one palm, without blinking his eyes.
His breath began to become sinister and cold. Some of the little creatures in Qingyuan Mountain dared not provoke him. Every time he saw him, he would tremble.
Lian'er gradually discovered that Qingyuan Mountain, which has always been beautiful and peaceful, seemed to be different from the original one!
She didn't see the mandrill this day. It must be that he was practicing, and she didn't want to disturb her. But at the moment of playing the piano, a sudden "bang" sound broke the string.
The broken string scratched her fingers, and a drop of blood slowly slid down from her wounds to the ground
She frowned slightly, the strings were so good that they were broken... She always felt that there were some bad signs!
"Woooo..." She was just trying to find a way to repair the strings when she heard a crying sound coming from under her feet
She looked down and saw that there was a small skylark at some point at her feet, her wings were broken, her body was still shaking, and she cried because of fear and pain.
"Poor, why do your wings break?" Seeing this, she hurriedly bent down and held it in the palm of her hand. Her fingertips condensed into a ray of light, slowly covering its injured wings. After a moment, the lark's wings recovered.
intact
The skylark flapped his wings, then blinked his eyes and slowly spoke to her: "Thank you, Sister Lian'er..."
She touched its little head and asked with concern: "Little Bird, you cried so sadly just now, is something happened?"
The skylark hesitated a little, looked around and flew to her ear, and whispered: "Sister Lian'er, I was injured by a mandrill, and the mandrill also hurt many of my brothers and sisters!"