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It is not realistic to try to convince the thoughtful Wu Mochen all at once. Relying on the memory of spying on Qing Miao, Ning Miao can hit the weakness of the Fengsha City Lord every time, and he is satisfied with a good beginning.

Besides, now that Wu Mochen is as rich as an enemy, he is simply a golden thigh that cannot be thicker, and it is worthwhile to hug him.

Ning Miao fed herself like a pig every day, and her weight went up. When the Xuanwu Farm harvested the first batch of crops, Ning Miao's weight reached the peak in history. In addition, the cooperation between Ning Laifu and the beetle became more and more tacit, and the pregnant woman could not resist the temptation of food.

If this continues, Ning Miao will change her name to Ning Shisan, which will be as famous as Xiong Pang, who checks her body every day.

The pregnancy reaction that I have been worrying about has never appeared. Ning Miao handles the affairs in the city steadily, checks the farm, takes a walk, eats, sleeps, occasionally attends classes, or goes to the Ministry of Science and the R&D Center to play a role as a prophet. stick.

After [-] days of pregnancy, Wu Mochen brought Wen Yu and Wu Meng to Chiyue City. Ning Miao led the four princes of the Huang clan to visit. Stomach-warming and caring.

Wu Mochen refused Ning Miao's Tianzihao arrangement, and said lightly, "Live at your place."

Ning Miao had no choice but to ask Beetle to make the bed in another bedroom at home.

Evening hot and sour fish, stewed deer and lamb ribs with tomato and shiitake mushrooms, braised mountain pork, fried lamb liver with shredded ginger, stewed golden pheasant with bamboo shoots, deep-fried cassava balls, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, both meat and vegetables, all well matched.

Ning Miao picked up the honey water and respected His Royal Highness, "His Royal Highness, Ning Miao substitutes water for wine, and I propose a toast to you."

Wu Mochen carefully examined the amber liquid in his hand, raised his head and said calmly, "Wine?"

"Our Chiyue City's high-quality specialty products, this year's newly brewed fruit wine, there are plenty of them, you can drink them as you like." Ning Miao sighed, "It's a pity that I have a ball in my arms, otherwise I won't drink you according to the hard power of my contemporary wine master Getting down is not enough."

Most of the orcs can't drink very much. Ning Miao's half a catty of baijiu is enough to sweep the world of March Star.

Wu Mochen took a sip and drank it down.

Ning Miao still remembered Bai Bing's cup of Immortal Drunk, and hurriedly persuaded: "Uh, don't drink too fast."

"The taste is not bad." The honorable prince of the Huang Clan put down the porcelain cup and motioned to the beetle who was pouring the wine next to him, "Come again."

After the second cup, "Come again."

third cup.

"Come again."

An empty jar.

"Come again."

"Hey, no, no, we can't afford it according to your way of drinking like a glutton." Ning Miao's face was pained.

"Who said just drink with me?"

Ning Miao was dumbfounded, and kicked an iron plate called "Lifting a rock to hit one's own foot" at the city lord of Fengsha. Master Ning lost his temper, "Beetle, go, move ten altars over here."

A man's friendship comes from skewers and beer. As far as March Star is concerned, fruit wine also counts.

Wu Mochen stopped when he reached the third altar, his ruby-like eyes were shining brightly, without any hint of drunkenness, "Xiao Miaoer, I want to see him."

Ning Miao was actually quite surprised, because of Wu Mochen's temperament, he didn't raise Qing Miao's request as soon as he came, and if he endured this, it would be regarded as giving face to the chief priest of Chiyue City, so the little clan witch was very straightforward, "Okay."

"The old man also wants to see Gui Hai." Old Man Ping suddenly appeared.

Ning Miao: "..."

Wen Yu set up the space separation technique, and the Tianyinkongluo cast by Shuijing was better than Qingluan, and he constructed a spiritual power link in minutes, guiding everyone's spiritual consciousness into Ning Miao's spiritual sea.

In the pure white world, a glowing white spirit body floats in the ink lake without making a sound.

Just a second before Wu Mochen and Lao Pingtou's expressions collapsed, Ning Miao took the initiative to confess, "In the battle against Wu Nuo City, Yu'er taught me to use the Natural Heavenly Origin Technique. Later, the situation was urgent, so I took out Wen Yangqing. Miao's spiritual power, well, it's still alive."

Wu Mochen's expression turned cold, and he said coldly, "When will you regain consciousness?"

"I don't know." Receiving the indifferent glance of the wind and sand city lord, the little clan witch was inexplicably a little timid, "Uh, it should be soon, I can feel it."

"Little dwarf, where is Guihai? He and your spiritual sea merge, why can't he transform into a human form?"

Ning Miao was depressed, Shit, whoever he provokes, the doves occupy the magpie's nest, and he has to be responsible for the personal safety of the parasites, so he said angrily: "It's because he can't, it's because he doesn't want to."

The old flat-headed man lay on the edge of the ink lake in an unsightly posture, crying, "Old man, what's so good about the little dwarf, you're so blind, you'd better go to my place, and save yourself from being aggrieved by the useless little dwarf." , this time you can do whatever you like, Ah Ping depends on you."

With a movement of Wu Mochen's wrist, Qing Miao's unconscious spiritual body rose from the lake and fell into Wu Mochen's arms.

His Royal Highness the prince hugged the little man quietly, and stroked the little man's eyebrows with his slender fingers.

One side is noisy, and the other side is silent.

Ning Miao, Shui Jing, and Wen Yu looked at each other. Outsiders could not understand the so-called way of communication in the two-person world.

But other things can be exchanged.

"My lords, have you ever heard of monsters?"

"Monster?" Wen Yu looked blank, "A new race of orcs?"

Ning Miao tried to change the question, "Well, it's not a beastman, but a wild beast. It can be cultivated into a human form. It can be a monster, cough cough, and can make females pregnant."

Shui Jing replied: "The old man has never heard of it."

Wucao, these two thousand-year-old monsters don't know about it, it seems that Ning Laifu's matter can't be said for the time being.

There is a saying in "Shan Hai Jing": "The great traces come from Lei Ze, and the birth of Hua Xulu is Fuxi and Nuwa."

"The Book of Songs" said: "The mysterious bird of destiny descended to give birth to Shang."

History is always surprisingly similar. In ancient times, babies were born by stepping on footprints, and babies were born by swallowing bird eggs. Today, Ningmiao dreams of conjoining babies, which seems to be understandable.

Ning Miao suddenly thought of a question, and his face turned pale. Is the result of this dream a tiger, an orc, or a human on Earth?Think carefully.

The topic about monsters was settled, and Ning Miao turned to the main topic.

"I heard that there have been a lot of visitors to Fengsha City recently, and Venerable Wen Ge is suffering."

Wen Ge showed an extremely ugly expression, "With us as a shield, you are free."

"That's impossible." Ning Miao was heartbroken, "I'm worried day and night, and I often pray to the gods that His Highness will break through the level safely, and that the strength of Fengsha City will increase greatly and create another glories."

"Heh." The Lord Fengsha, who was originally concentrating on communicating silently, uttered a single syllable with unknown meaning.

Ning Miao laughed awkwardly, but the brain just opened his mouth without writing a draft, "My loyalty, the sun and the moon can learn from each other, shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods, God of Luan is above me, every sentence reveals my true feelings, and every word is heartfelt."

"Oh?" Wu Mochen said lightly, "This palace has to thank me, the great priest of Fengsha City."

"Uh." Ning Miao bit the bullet and said, "My family, you're welcome."

"Xiao Miaoer." Wu Mochen sent back Qing Miao's spirit body, and when he turned around, the aura of the empty knowledge realm was fully opened, "This hall has made up its mind, you don't need to bargain, what this hall wants, you know it well, what you want, This hall will not be stingy either."

"It's rare for His Highness to be a straightforward person, so how can I bear that down?" Ning Miao said solemnly, "Over there at the Temple of the Phoenix, there is His Majesty Qingluan as an internal response. If we are sincere enough, we may be able to rescue a few powerful helpers."

"Leave the white phoenix to me." Wu Mochen's red eyes flickered, "The red phoenix, the scorpion, the scorpion, there are still hundreds of white-clothed priests and apprentices in the Temple of the Phoenix."

Ning Miao was secretly startled, Wu Mochen was obviously telling the truth, no matter what tricks he used, Wuhuang went to Eryusan, the situation was already beyond imagination.

"What is the realm of white-clothed sacrifices?"

Shui Jing spoke slowly, "Males are above the middle stage of Kongzhi, and females are mostly good at spells."

Ning Miao snorted, "It's strange, there are so many white-clothed priests at the Empty Knowledge Realm in the Phoenix Temple, why hasn't anyone been promoted to the No-Thinking Realm for tens of thousands of years?"

"Wu Nian is the realm of God." Wen Ge said, "There are only five in Beilu."

"Oh, it seems that the Phoenix God is not a god." Ning Miao's fighting spirit was burning, "Everyone, the truth of the world is that no one is perfect. I don't believe that they don't have the door of life."

As a result, the blood hadn't surged yet, and Ning Miao heard a long roar, and the flesh in his stomach moved for no reason, and the spiritual consciousness of other people popped out of the spiritual sea instantly.

Opening his eyes, Ning Laifu, who was lying obediently on the bed, was convulsed all over his body. Ning Miao touched the tiger's head with his hands, and the temperature was terribly hot, "Laifu, what's wrong?"