cute husband is happy

Bai Yi showed no signs of embarrassment, on the contrary, she deliberately drooped her two maroon eyebrows, and said three times, "Brother, Xiao Yi wants it~~~"

Even so, his hands and feet were unambiguous, and he quickly sent Ning Miao back to bed.

"Ning, you mean, use fire?"

"Well, Brother Bing." Ning Miao thought for a while, and tried to explain it vividly, "The top of the roc's feathers is covered with a layer of special substance. I guess it is a jelly substance similar to vulcanized petroleum. Its properties change at low temperatures, but The flammable and explosive nature is still there."

"To put it simply, it's not just feathers, it's feathers that are particularly easy to burn."

"it is good."

Bai Bing's eyes brightened, cold flames seemed to ignite in his blue pupils, and the usually indifferent and serious man trembled slightly.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Ning Miao couldn't imagine how Bai Bing, who had just grown up at the age of ten, had to use such tenacity to hold back his collapse when he saw Dapeng tearing up his father, and how he had to struggle to survive the sharp teeth of the beast. Raise my younger brother and go to the desert alone.

Bearing the unbearable weight of life, the man didn't back down, went forward step by step, even if he was misunderstood, he didn't complain at all, and just stood up when he decided. This kind of man is too cool and distressing.

"Brother." Bai Yi bowed his head, not wanting Ning Miao to see his red eyes, "Brother, stay tonight, don't go."

Ning Miao's lips moved twice, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said as if he was going all out: "Bingge, let's sleep together, it's warm."

The first time three people share the same bed.

When the end came, Ning Miao felt a sense of crisis to break through the Three Views. The previous courage was completely vented, and he felt uneasy.

Bai Yi skillfully held the hand of his own little female, and found a layer of hot sweat. The head of the Erhuo clan laughed wickedly, "Brother, Ning is afraid."

Ning Miao wanted to kick him out of bed.

however.

The other hand was caught in the generous palm of Wei Liang's man, and his rough thumb rubbed the palm over and over again.

The slight movement seems to caress directly on the heart, provoking all sensory nerves.

Miraculously, the uneasiness gradually disappeared, and Ning Miao's breathing gradually slowed down, and her long sniffs sounded softly.

Our little clan witch, fell asleep.

……

On the second day, Ning Miao convened a meeting in the conference hall.

Hu He once again proposed to expel Bai Bing temporarily, and more than half of the tribe agreed.

Ning Miao's eyes scanned the faces of every clansman.

Tiger River, White Wing, White Ice, Tiger Spirit, Lai, Ya, Needle, Jiji, Bigfoot, Littlefoot, Dashan, Er Mao, White Fire, Bright, Bug, Black Snake, White Wind, Little Black...

"By God, I, Ning Miao, hereby swear in the name of God that I will never abandon any of my clansmen."

Ning Miao said loudly, "Dapeng is an evil bird spurned by the gods. Their hearts have been contaminated by evil spirits. They are not the natural enemies of orcs, but the enemies of winged tigers!"

As soon as the words came out, the clansmen exploded.

"Master Ning, offering living sacrifices to Dapeng is a tradition passed down from generation to generation by clan witches, you must not disobey it!"

"Uncle Huhe, offer sacrifices to the gods, and the gods will bless you and protect you. Let me ask you, offering sacrifices to Dapeng, for a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, what will the orc tribes in the Chiyue Forest get?"

Ning Miao stepped out of the conference hall, pointing to the snow-filled sky.

"What we saw was the tragic death of the clansmen. What we got was the pain that would not be erased by time. I can't tolerate it. I would rather die in battle than steal my life."

"If you only know how to hide in a cave, cover your ears, and blindfold your eyes, what qualifications do you have to call yourself the master of Donglu!"

"Orc warriors, touch your hot chests and tell me, is the blood flowing there bloody blood!"

Ning Miao finished with a stern roar, and then said the line she had always wanted to say: "Beastmen, never be slaves."

"Master Ning, what I bleed here will always be boiling blood, I'll follow you!" Da Shan stood up.

"Lord Ning, you saved our lives, we will follow you." Ermao, Baihuo, Liang, Chongzi, and Black Snake stood up.

"Master Ning, although I don't know what a slave is, but Xiaojiao listens to you, don't do that, deal with Dapeng, count me and my brother!"

Hu Ling and Lai looked at each other, and silently stood beside the mountain.

When the two took the lead, the crowd suddenly became commotion, the female, the female was going to fight Dapeng! ! !

Hu Ling and Lai's male partners stood in line immediately without saying a word.

"Ning, I'm an old bone, let me be a striker." Ya from the tool team stood up.

Bai Yi poked the spear in his hand into the soil, stepped forward to bump fists with Da Shan and the others, and then raised his arms and shouted, "Beastmen, never be slaves!"

"Orcs, never slaves!"

"Orcs, never slaves!"

One person, two people, ten people, 100 people, 200 people, the discussion was aroused, and the number of people standing by the Tiger River became less and less.

Ning Miao walked to the side of the Hu River, reached out to touch Bai Feng's head, and sent the last straw that broke the camel's back, "Either live standing up, or die kneeling, choose."

Bai Feng imitated the appearance of an adult orc, pounding his small fists on his chest.

"Brother Ning, Bai Feng will not kneel even when he dies. Dapeng killed Uncle, and Bai Feng wants to take revenge with Brother Bing and Brother Yi!"

Hu He grabbed Bai Feng and shouted: "Enough! Ning, are you planning to let the whole clan go to die together? I absolutely agree, you can't do that."

Ning Miao smiled, "There must be restraint in life. There is no unsolvable deadlock in this world. Uncle He and Dapeng are indeed powerful, but they also have fatal weaknesses."

Hu He was stunned, "Ning, are you sure you can kill Dapeng?"

"No, I don't." Ning Shi turned his head and hooked his chin towards Bai Yi, "He has."

The Yihu tribe is in full swing to prepare for the battle of Xueyue's life and death. The two brothers Bai Bing and Bai Yi often disappear. Ning Miao is happy to be at ease and concentrate on studying the recipes.

On the evening of Xueyue 36th, Ning Miao was preparing to make the hot pot that he often cooks recently. He had soaked dried mushrooms and bamboo shoots, dried meat, dried salted fish, cassava flour, dried vegetables, grass seeds, ginger, pickled peppers, and fire bites. Son, powdered salt, lard.

Materials are in short supply, but that's okay.

Heat the oil until cooked, add sliced ​​ginger and fire bites and stir-fry until the spicy taste comes out, add water and salt, and bring to a boil.

Keep the fire low, first cook meat dishes, venison and mutton, boar pork, snake meat and unknown dried meat, salted fish, then add vegetarian dishes, dried mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, dried vegetables, and cassava balls.

The unique flavor of Chiyue Jungle is brewing and rolling in the white porcelain pot.

The grass seeds were roasted and mixed with chopped pickles to make bowls. Ning Miao picked up the vegetables with simple bamboo chopsticks and drank honey chrysanthemum tea while eating.

"Brother Ning, I want to eat too." The kid next door, Baifeng, came to eat.

"Come here." With cassava balls in her mouth, Ning Miao smiled openly, "You're welcome, eat whatever you want."

"Wow, it's so spicy, brother Ning, next time you can lighten the fire and bite less, okay?"

"Okay, okay, you are afraid of spicy food, drink more water."

The hot pot had an obvious effect on repelling the cold. After a while, Ning Miao's head was covered with white mist, and fine beads of sweat secreted from the tip of his nose.

"Ning, we are back, yo, what are you eating, it smells so good."

"Binggege, Yigege, it's hot pot. It's delicious."

The patriarch of the second-class patriarch was busy setting up the tableware, and the three big and one small ate around the hot pot.