don't make me wear a skirt

Jelim's breathing became heavy, his lips were pursed tightly, and his sharp eyes swept over Da Mao's body.

Xiaoying looked at Da Mao, then at Jelim, at a loss: "Can't you eat it? Can't you eat it?"

Da Mao put his wings on his hips and warned, "Be careful of diarrhea!"

The little eagle lowered its head and shrank behind Big Mao.

Jelim slowly put down the arm holding the potion, his face wrinkled together, looking extremely cold, he began to sing, his eyes fixed on the two puppet birds in front of him.

The hoarse voice was like a sharp and piercing scream accompanied by despair, pain and great oppression.

Da Mao and Xiao Ying had a splitting headache, hugged each other and hummed sadly.

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

Jelim muttered, grabbed the little eagle by the neck, and poured the green potion into it.

"Little Eagle—" Da Mao stretched out his wings, widened his eyes, and made a "don't" gesture with Erkang's hand.

"Gululu——" the green potion was poured down, not a single drop remained.

Da Mao's heart was icy cold.

Jelim let go of his hand expressionlessly, and the little eagle fell vertically alone like an abandoned pet.

Da Mao hugged the little eagle tightly, touched its bald head and the residue of the medicine at the corner of its mouth, and said nervously, "Are you okay?"

Jelim said condescendingly: "It has taken my potion and will obey my orders. Now, my little eagle, kill the little friend in front of you."

"Every--"

The little eagle turned over, exposing the fat white belly, and then hiccupped heavily: "Okay, it's good."

Da Mao reacted first, soared into the air, and sprayed hot flames at Jelim, and the surroundings were shone with dazzling brilliance from sparks.

It moved like lightning, picked up the interspatial bag on Jelim's waist, grabbed the fat body of the little eagle, and shot straight into the sky like an eagle.

His space bag!Damn it, Jelim was caught off guard by this series of reactions, he couldn't believe that his potion didn't respond to the little eagle!

It was too late when he wanted to chant the spell again, the big hair flew farther and farther, and turned into a small white dot in the air, Jelim angrily said in the direction of going away: "Come back! Come back to me!"

Da Mao wobbled and fell towards the city wall with the body of the little eagle.

It was the first time for the little eagle to be so far from the ground—God knows, it has never been able to fly so high, and it suddenly cramped with fright: "Woooo! Help! Help! I'm afraid of heights! I'm afraid of heights!"

Da Mao wondered as he walked around, "You are obviously a bird, why are you afraid of heights?"

"Because, now, I can't fly, now!" Xiaoying explained with a green belch.

Walls of Moervia.

Lytle was watching the battle outside nervously: "Oh, Omans looks like a god, will he catch Hecha and throw him into the sea to feed the sharks, eh?"

Tisha stroked her chin and replied, "Isn't he drinking black tea leisurely? And even if the war is urgent, it's probably only Hecha who throws others into the sea to feed the sharks."

Hmmmm?Lytle tried to find Hecha's shadow.

Oh, sure enough, the bastard Hecha didn't go down at all. Instead, he poured the black tea into the cup calmly, even took a sip, looked down lightly, and smiled slightly after noticing Lytle's gaze.

"Well, you don't need to worry about this guy at all." Lytle smacked his mouth twice, turned his head, looked away, and looked into the distance again: "Look, what's in the cage at the back? It's as green as two It's so big!"

Tisha narrowed her eyes trying to see what was in the cage in the distance, and finally shook her head: "I don't know, it looks like an orangutan."

Lytle's mind was wide open: "Do they want to attack us on a gorilla?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Da Mao grabbing the little eagle's fat body and hitting it straight on the city wall.

The cavalry grabbed them by the neck and brought them to Duke Hecha, and they talked a lot: "God, why doesn't this bird have feathers?"

Looking at his bare body, Xiaoying sighed with inferiority.

Seeing this, Da Mao immediately protected the little eagle under his wings, and said righteously: "My bird, I like it without feathers."

One of the cavalrymen was annoyed: "Why am I forced to watch two birds fall in love?! They even have a strange sour smell!"

Lytle rushed over, hugged Xiaoying and Damao, and was overjoyed: "Oh, you are all right! Xiaoying is so stupid, I thought he would never come back!"

Xiaoying yelled at him fiercely: "I'm not stupid! I'm not stupid!"

Lytle was attacked by the green air, his head was dizzy, and he was about to fall after turning around a few times.

Fortunately, Hecha was right next to him. He took the crumbling Lytle to his side, let him sleep on his lap, touched his forehead again, and asked softly, "Have a headache?"

Lytle lay listlessly on his stomach, and groaned, "Oh, it's hard..."

Just for a moment, without knowing why, his head suddenly buzzed, as if uncontrollably, blank.

Tisha saw the scene just now clearly, she shifted her eyes to Xiaoying, and said lightly: "When did you start spraying green gas?"

Hecha also turned his gaze to it.

The little eagle tilted his head in a daze, and hiccupped a few more times, all that came out was green air.

"It's Jelim." Da Mao said, "He forced the little eagle to drink the green potion, and the monsters in the cage outside the city did the same. They were all fed this kind of thing, and they were extremely manic."

Hecha frowned: "What is in the cage?"

Just as Da Mao was about to speak, the commotion outside the city and the vibration of the city gate gave the answer first. After killing a few cavalrymen blocking the way, the huge monster with green light began to hit the city gate with its body with heavy steps.

The solid city gate trembled under the impact one after another, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

Lytle sat up in shock in his dying illness: "Hmm? Is there an earthquake?"

"That's a puppet, and the green potion is a nutrient solution made by Jelim." Da Mao explained in a very fast tone: "After drinking it, the puppets are extremely powerful and crazy, and Jelim controls them! "

Hecha watched his elite cavalry lose one by one to the hands of the green monsters, and the resistance of Johanba and Rogue Cavalry Commander gradually struggled, and his calm expression disappeared.

If this group of puppets were allowed to enter the city, the city residents who had no power to restrain them would become their targets of massacre.

If you want to stop the turmoil, you must first grasp their weakness - Omans.

Omans was in the safest position, blocked by the puppet masters and a large number of cavalry in front.

Behind him is the puppet that has not been released yet and has drunk the green potion. If you want to catch Omans, you need to break through the puppet master and cavalry first, and you have to beware of the monster that will be released at any time behind him.

"We can control Jelim first, and then grab Omans." Lytle rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and tender arms, eager to try.

Hecha pinched his face, and warned: "What bad idea did you think? I can't save you if you get caught again."

Lytle puffed up his chest and hummed twice, held up the interspatial bag that came down from Da Mao's mouth, and said triumphantly: "Hou Hou, all his things are in my hands, and I can't make any tricks at all."

Hecha raised an eyebrow.

"All puppet masters will keep an antidote when making potions to avoid endangering lives."

Lytle opened the space bag and found that his golden key was also inside, and immediately put it in his bag happily, and then turned out a large book of drawings, which recorded the names of the dense potions: "Oh, it seems that this is the one he made. The formula diagram of the green potion."

He flipped through the inside again, took out a bottle of blue glass bottle, shook it, opened the mouth of the bottle roughly, and poured it into the little eagle's mouth.

The little eagle was forced to drink the whole bottle again, and hiccupped even more: "Hi, so full, hiccup, so full, hiccup!"

Lytle stared at its mouth, and concluded: "Look, it really doesn't spray green gas, this must be the antidote!"

Hecha pondered, "But it seems to be spraying blue gas."

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After playing in the arena, it is too late to code words, time always passes so fast ORZ