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The old flat head hangs in the void with his arms folded, taking his time to rest, and intends to wait and see what the winged tiger boy can do.

Depicting the complicated patterns greatly improved the control of the spiritual force over the elemental force. Bai Yi used the power of the creation realm for the first time, and the jerky stagnation disappeared completely. In front of him, the beast slaves bumped into the pale golden wind wall one after another, unable to advance an inch.

The winged tiger half-orc, who was as powerful as a god, turned around suddenly, with his eyes bent, he touched the top of the nearest little orc's head, "It's all right, get out of here quickly."

The whole audience was shocked, what kind of power is this, turning the danger into a breeze, the clouds are calm and the wind is clear.

Especially the male warriors who followed to Fengsha City, staring out of their sockets with envy, shouting Bai Yi's name one by one, the desire for powerful power in the heart of the orcs turned into scorching gazes, focusing on Patriarch Yi Yan.

The beast slave who hit the wind wall was bloody, and seemed to feel no pain at all. He clawed and hoofed, got up and screamed, and continued to hit, indomitable.

Bai Yi was helpless, the state of the beast slave was obviously abnormal, could it be that he was not acclimatized to the environment and had hysteria?Bai Wing approached the wind wall step by step, and looked at countless pairs of scarlet beast eyes, "You guys, calm down! Don't bump into it, calm down!"

There are more and more beast slaves coming from behind, if this continues, the wounded beast slaves in front will be in danger, they will be crushed into meat in minutes, Bai Yi made a decisive decision, hovered in the air, his momentum soared, and his chestnut brown curls spread From then on, the wind wall actually began to spread outward.

The old flat head rubbed his hands together, his excitement was uncontrollable, the Maverick boy's comprehension was simply frightening, this guy could actually figure out a way to let Yuanli pass through the beast slaves, blocking the charge of all the beast slaves, with perfect control, super precise god.

It's easy to construct a Yuanli barrier, but it can be broken into pieces with the actions of hundreds of beast slaves, and it can only be blocked without harming.

Such a thing as talent is really enviable.

The beast slave rolled and struggled, the imprint of the sun god appeared on the forehead of Bai Wing, and a blue light burst out in an instant. Ning Miao was far away, but still felt the cold seeping through.

The cold air came down from the mid-air, and the crazy animal slave was shocked by the cold, the blood-red beast's eyes gradually recovered, and the whole body was covered with a layer of frost, and soon the upper and lower teeth were frozen, shaking like chaff.

The scene of the death sand plain encountering a black sandstorm was vividly remembered, and Ning Miao yelled: "Ayi, enough, stop!"

Bai Yi escaped into the mysterious realm, everything around him was nothingness, and naturally he couldn't hear the voice of the little clan witch.

The cold was even worse, and the limbs of the beast slaves who had awakened were stiff under the extreme cold, and they could not move their hooves to escape.

The old flat-headed lightning shot, and countless snake-shaped wooden bars broke through the ice layer on the ground, pushing the beast slave out of the cold air.

Weiya cried and rushed towards a singing horse, "Quick, save my brother, save them!"

The clansmen came back to their senses, and hurriedly lifted the beast slave to the brazier to thaw out.

While maintaining order, Lai asked people to set up more fires. The icy air centered on Patriarch Yi affected the entire Chiyue City.

Hu Ling opened the material warehouse, and the newly obtained animal skins came in handy. Two pieces were handed out. Of course, the animal slaves also had them. The sacrificial square was mixed with people and animals, and the painting style was unique.The medical team set up hundreds of pottery pots to boil ginger soup, and the clansmen lined up to receive it and drank it to dispel the cold.

Ning Miao poured down a bowl of ginger soup, wiped off the snow on her shoulders, and looked at the half-orc in the center of the wind and snow with closed eyes, feeling inexplicably sad. Ning Miao shook her head, trying to drive away the strange depression in her heart. Wet, two lines of clear tears flowed out without knowing when, the heart seemed to be severely torn open, and something fell out.

Things that are so important that they must never be lost are lost before our eyes.

Heartbroken so hard that she couldn't breathe, Ning Miao clenched the animal skin on her chest tightly and knelt down on one knee.

Beetle, Little Foot, Xiong Er, and Chang Chang hurriedly stepped forward to help Master Wu, and the tribe formed a circle and asked with concern.

"Master Ning, what's wrong?"

"Bring two more animal skins and put them on for Lord Ning!"

"Master Ning, let me take you back to the house."

"Uncle He, Uncle He, come and see Master Ning."

Anxiety was implied in the noisy voice, Ah Yi's current situation is unknown, how could he fall down, and propped up his limp body, Ning Miao lowered his head to wipe away the tears, and straightened his back:

"Don't worry, I'm fine. When the beast-shaped tribe recovers, everyone leave the sacrificial square immediately and pay attention to keeping warm. The mountains and missing teeth will leave the beast-shaped tribe to your care. Lai, the guards will continue to be vigilant. Honghong, little feet, and bears Second, expand the scope of reconnaissance as much as possible.”

"Yes, Lord Ning."

The little clan witch calmly ordered the old Pingtou to look at him with admiration. Besides, Ahai was still in his body, so there was no room for loss.

Yuanli entered the body, Ning Miao felt warm and less uncomfortable, "It's much better, thank you Mr. Ping."

Seeing that the little clan witch's expression had softened, Lao Pingtou nodded, shook his head, and sent a voice transmission to Ning Miao, "The old man has lived for 5 years, and he has never seen such a big battle with the awakening companion skill. Winged Tiger is clearly of the wind type, but its accompanying skills are biased toward the water type, which is unimaginable."

"Water system, ice and snow, cold air." Ning Miao lowered her long eyelashes to cover the shadows in her eyes, and murmured, "Ayi, wake up soon."

The temperature dropped to around minus [-] at one point, and gradually picked up in the morning of the second day, and the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

At noon, under the sunlight, the thin ice crystals covering Bai Yi's body cracked and cracked, like glass that suddenly shattered, sparkling and splashing.

The half-orc moved the round ears on the top of his head, his blue and golden eyes opened, and the eyes were covered with snow, and the snow fell for a thousand years.

Stepping out of the realm of profound comprehension, the white wings fluttered down in front of the little man below. His palms were icy cold, and he stopped in mid-air, not daring to touch his purple lips from the cold. Thousands of words, gathered into one name:

"A wing."

Ning Miao threw herself into the arms of the half-orc, pulled down Bai Yi's curly head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the cold lips of Shang Yi Yan patriarch.

"Ning." The energy flow in the body accelerated, the meridians warmed the blood, and the body temperature quickly returned to normal. Bai Yi wrapped one hand around the back of the little female, and stroked the white face in front of her with both sorrow and joy, "Don't cry, brother said, Don't let you cry."

Lips and tongue parted, Ning Miao pretended to be angry, "I'm not crying, bastard, look at me, I'm not crying..." Looking into Bai Yi's blue and gold pupils, Ning Miao asked cautiously again, "Brother Bing ,he?"

"Brother said, it will take a while to regain mental strength to break the spell." Bai Yi looked away, hugged his little female, and abruptly changed the subject, "Let's go home."

Ning Miao's hanging heart settled down, his overly tense nerves relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt exhausted, buried his head in the orc's arms, breathed calmly after a while, and fell into a deep sleep.

The wind whirled behind the white wings, hugged the little man, and rose into the sky.

In the clear sky of the golden moon, there seemed to be a drop of hot tears drifting by, and it disappeared in an instant.