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"Westward, flying for seventeen days."

Ning Miao's heart suddenly trembled, and he asked quickly: "There are also people from Dingzi Mountain of the Shanxiong Clan. Did you contact me when you came here?"

Another iron monster replied, "No, my lord, we are directly under the Foreign Alliance Army, and each team is independent."

Bai Yi approached the iron monster who spoke earlier, "Oh? Then tell me, how did you know that Dapeng died here?"

"The Dapeng has the imprint of the Siyubu on its body. During the snowy moon, the Siyubu will release some to hunt. This time it is the turn to stock up in the eastern land of the Chiyue Forest."

Ning Miao said lightly, "You also have marks on your body, right?"

The captives looked at each other.

Ning Miao smiled wryly. She thought that as long as they killed all of them, they could gain a period of time to find new settlements, but now, Uno City will never sit back and watch the entire [-]th team be destroyed, seventeen days at most. A more powerful alien army will come here.

The clansmen listened to the entire conversation and more or less understood the seriousness of the situation.

"Patriarch, Lord Ning, orc, will never be a slave." Lai's steady voice sounded like a heavy hammer.

"We are not low-level slaves. Even if we exterminate the clan, we will not be the backup food for Uno City."

"Lord Ning, the Mountain Bear Clan listens to you."

Patiently questioning one by one until there was no more credible or unreliable information, Ning Miao glanced at the faces of the eleven captives, slowly closed his eyes, "Kill them."

Abrupt mutation.

The iron monster closest to Ning Miao opened his mouth and sprayed out a fleshy arrow. No one thought that the tongue of a Huluren could also change, and its hardness was far stronger than that of his limbs.

Everything happened too fast.

Ning Miao was completely defenseless, unable to dodge in time, the fleshy arrow from his tongue pierced into his chest so fast that he didn't even feel pain.

Lai rushed forward and hugged Ning Miao's limp body. The white winged tiger that had been standing outside let out a mournful cry, jumped up on its hind legs, and pounced on the iron monster that was attacking Ning Miao. The head of the iron monster was thrown aside.

Xiong Er, Xiaojiao, Bainiu, Spear, Xiongdan and dozens of other males swarmed up. They pressed whatever they had in their hands but didn't punch them. When the crowd dispersed, there were only puddles of black-red mud on the ground.

Hu He was so frightened and furious that he slapped himself twice with his backhand, and managed to stabilize his mind. He half-kneeled in front of Ning Miao, "Ning, Ning, what should I do?"

Ning Miao tried her best to breathe steadily. The tongue arrow hurt her right chest, and the shoulder socket was a little lower. When breathing, the pain was obvious, which may have hurt her lungs. Fortunately, it didn't affect her speech, "Carry me, go back."

Bai Yi stood there without moving, the three white lines on his cheeks were as bright as stars and moons, and his eyes were golden.

This is the second time that Ning Miao has seen Bai Yi's eyes change. At this time, Bai Yi is a little strange, so Ning Miao called out hoarsely: "A Yi."

Hearing Ning Miao's voice, Bai Yi's eyes moved, and they were tightly stuck to the blood-stained animal skin on Ning Miao's chest.

The tall orc raised his head, the solitary moon hung high in the sky, the splendor was clear, and there was a strange imprint on the forehead of the white wings, a small circle in the middle, surrounded by a small scattered triangle, a bit like the sun.

When this imprint surfaced, Bai Yi's eyes became more radiant, golden and blind, Bai Yi seemed to have completely lost his self-awareness, and walked towards his elder brother numbly, while Bai Bing also seemed to be summoned by some strange power, and walked towards Bai Yi step by step.

Ning Miao couldn't believe it. Could it be that the two brothers also know the martial soul fusion technique, and they want to create a Nether White Tiger.

The two brothers were only one step away, and the imprint on Bai Wing's forehead buzzed, emitting a beam of blue light towards the white winged tiger. The effect can be seen in the eyes of Erlang God.

As soon as the blue light came out, the white wing tiger dissipated immediately, turning into strands of blue and white light visible to the naked eye and penetrating into the body of the white wing.

The reality version of the fantasy blockbuster, Sajia's life is worth it.

The light faded away, Bai Yi's eyes turned blue-gold, the white lines on his cheeks and the sun mark on his forehead all disappeared, the Erhuo Patriarch completely forgot about the amazing scene he had launched himself, flashed over with tears in his eyes, "Ning, rather?"

"I'm not dead yet, crying." Ning Miao replied through gritted teeth, "If I don't carry me in, I'm really going to die."

Bai Yi hurriedly carried Ning Miao to the stretcher beside him, and carried her back to the cave with Lai.

Ning Miao understands that surgery is needed for treatment, but whoever dares to do this is a non-professional surgeon, and the conditions are limited, so he can only stop the bleeding first, and then find a way.

Anyway, there are ready-made "specific medicines" out there. After the last illness, Ning Miao knew that she had no discomfort to the beast-shaped blood.

Severe pain can easily lead to convulsions, and excessive blood loss can lead to coma. The fragile human body can't stand it. Ning Miao felt more and more pain in his lungs, and it was difficult to speak, "Uncle He, don't pull out the arrow, Ah! Yi, feed me some animal-shaped people's blood."

After drinking the sesame mushroom soup little by little, the pain gradually diminished and became tolerable. Ning Miao didn't dare to drink any more. She was worried that if she couldn't speak, she would be treated in the wrong direction by a group of Mongolian doctors.

There are still eleven winged tigers and two mountain bears outside, fighting back and forth, almost fighting, Bai Yi couldn't bear to disobey everyone's kindness, so he just picked a little bit by himself, everyone is responsible for saving the clan witches, and everyone has merit.

Ning Miao swallowed the special medicine, fell into a deep sleep, and then woke up in the middle of the night.

It’s not a fever, it’s a fire. There seems to be a fire in the body. First, it feels like the liver, intestines, spleen, stomach and kidneys are about to ignite, and then it’s the heart’s turn. The skin around the body turns into a furnace of charcoal. I vow to roast the heart, sprinkle some cumin Ready to serve.

It's over, the last time I drank the diluted Bingge's blood, this time I drank a hodgepodge of pure blood, Ning Miao regretted it, and took precautions against everything, why didn't I guard against myself, a Mongolian doctor.

Ning Miao was so aggrieved that she wanted to hit the south wall because of the fact that she had to heal herself.

Bai Yi, Hu He and Lai kept wiping Ning Miao's body with animal skins soaked in snow water.

Ning Miao looked at the steaming water all over her body and felt incredible. Her body temperature must have been [-] degrees. Even drinking three bowls of sesame mushroom soup didn't help.

Why is it still not dead? Ning Miao reached out and grabbed Bai Yi, gritted her teeth, "A Yi, it hurts, it hurts, kill me, hurry up!"

Worried that Ning Miao would bite his tongue, Bai Yi opened Ning Miao's mouth with his left hand, and tried to put a cork stick into Ning Miao's mouth with his right hand.

The heart shrank suddenly, and Ning Miao was convulsed with pain. He clenched his teeth together, biting Bai Yi's tiger's mouth tightly to overcome the excruciating pain.

There was a rusty smell between the teeth, Bai Yi climbed onto the animal skin bed, and knelt down in front of his partner, letting the teeth cut into the skin and flesh against the bones, his round eyes glowed with water, and the blue golden eyes were full of tenderness and intensity Amidst the smell of blood, a hint of sweet ice cream slipped into Ning Miao's throat weakly but firmly.

Bai Yi threw away the cork stick, inserted her right hand into Ning Miao's short hair, and stroked it gently back and forth, "Ning."

Ning Miao's chest was full of soreness, even if it was just for this man, I must persevere and not die.

The jaw was loosened, and blood gushed out from the wound. Driven by instinct, Ning Miao desperately swallowed the blood poured into his mouth.