cute husband is happy

"The victory or defeat has been decided, the two clans stop fighting." Wen Ge hung above the martial arts arena, and the coercion of the middle stage of Kongzhi Realm was fully activated, "The winner is Yiyan, capture the flag and win all, no one dies, count forty points, lose Fang Daying, the loss of the flag is a complete defeat, no one died, it counts as [-] points."

The referee announced the scores on the spot, and the Yiyan clan got a full score, almost securing the top spot in this year's naturalization assessment. The audience burst into cheers, and then wailed.

"I bet on the British family!"

"Fuck, I bet it too. Daying, a coward, killed people."

"Ah, my Yuanshi coin."

"It's over, it's over..."

Frightened by the coercion of Kongzhi Realm fighters, everyone of the British clan itched their teeth and shot Yi Yan's gaze like a knife's edge, wishing to poke a few holes and bite a few more.

However, the defeat was already decided, and no matter how fierce the stare was, it seemed pale and powerless at this time, and there was no way to recover.

Bai Yi let the wound on his back ooze blood, quickly integrated Yiyan's fighting team, faced the knife eyes shot by the British tribe, shook hands frankly, and tapped on the chest, "Accept."

Every member of the Yiyan tribe stood up straight, and saluted their opponents according to the actions of the patriarch.

Bai Yi didn't wait for the British to return the gift, and led the team formed into a square, then turned to the direction of the high platform, fisted outwards, and the back of his hand touched his forehead, "Salute to Your Highness!"

After the ceremony, Bai Yi held up the clan flag high, and the Yiyan tribe no longer stick to the rigid square formation. They hooked their shoulders and backs in twos and threes, followed behind Bai Yi, and ran around the field, shouting as they ran:

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, come on!"

"Love you guys!"

The protagonist who was still shining in the fighting arena just now will interact with "fans" cordially, and the psychological balance of the people who eat melons will be balanced: the Yiyan tribe is polite and demeanor, like it!

After a wave of show, Bai Yi jumped over the high fence and landed in front of his little clan witch, "Ning, we are back."

The half-orc's tall body blocked the sun. In the backlight, Ning Miao saw a pair of blue and gold eyes. He stumbled and stood up, his throat seemed blocked by a stone, and he couldn't make any sound.

The head of the Erhuo patriarch hugged his little female into his arms, and his speech speed was accelerated due to excitement, "Ning, I don't want the child to be unable to trap the wolf. I can use the bitter tricks you taught me well, and praise me quickly."

Ning Miao reached out and secretly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes. Feeling inexplicably happy physically and mentally, he punched Bai Yi's cold armor, "Praise your sister, heal the wound first, uh, no, let me go first, you are covered in iron. It's a thing, it should kill people."

Bai Yi let go of Ning Miao according to his words, lifted the half-beast transformation, with a smile on his face, "Ning, what is my sister? Who is my sister, I only have a brother, have you forgotten?"

Ning Miao was angry and planned to curse a few more words, but when she looked up, she saw the narrow smile in the eyes of the Erhuo Patriarch.

Damn, Ah Yi seems to be getting more and more black-bellied, by God, hurry up and return my cute bastard.

Ning Miao's lips moved a few times, but in the end she was not willing to swear again. It's okay to be black-bellied, and it's good to be alive. With this alone, my heart is already full, and I don't dare to ask for more.

In order to narrow the gap in strength as much as possible, Huzi and Chuya of the medical team temporarily acted as soldiers this time. Fortunately, they are both males, and they are usually good at skills. , Not a single piece of skin was scratched, it would be too busy.

Seeing that the medical team was overwhelmed, eight females, headed by Lai, joined in to help.

Holding the powder and bandages, Lai approached the center of the front row of the stands of the Yiyan tribe, "Chief Yi, your injury?"

Bai Yi didn't shy away from it, Ning Miao called Chang Chang, and together with Lai, the three of them worked together, trying not to touch the wound on Bai Yi's back, and took off the iron armor on the patriarch's body.

Cut open the inner garment with an extremely sharp bone knife, revealing the entire back, Ning Miao realized that the wound was not as deep as imagined, and the blood flow stopped, "A Yi?"

Bai Yi took Ning Miao's hand, pulled the person onto her lap and sat down, bowed her head and whispered, "I squeezed the blood with Yuanli on purpose before it spewed out, Ning, I, uh... ..."

Bai Yi frowned and bit her lips, "Lai, you don't need to take medicine, it will be fine after a while."

Lai was unmoved, and the movements of his subordinates were clean and standard. The medicine powder was evenly sprinkled on Patriarch Yiyan's wound from top to bottom, "Patriarch Yi, don't move."

Ning Miao frowned while giggling unconscionably. There was a small amount of powdered salt in Huhe's new wound medicine, which tasted wonderful when rubbed directly against the bleeding wound.

After putting on the bandage, cold sweat oozes from Bai Yi's forehead, "Ning, I'm in pain."

"Don't scream, you won't die." Ning Miao said with a sharp tongue, "This will be miserable, I don't care about it, who told you to scare me."

That's why we said that the elder Wu of our family thought he was upright, and Ning Miao was not forgiving. He took out the animal skin handkerchief in his bosom with one hand, wiped Bai Yi's sweat, and gently rubbed the back of Bai Yi's hand with the other hand .

"Ayi, does it still hurt?"

The patriarch of Erhuo opened his round deer-like eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a naive arc, "It doesn't hurt, Ning, it's good to have you."

Pitiful for the two tigers and two bears who turned into animal shapes, they were too big to continue watching the battle, so Wu Meng asked Dongqing to take the four of them out of the field.

With the backing of Wumeng's Yu clan branch, Dashan and the others should have no worries about food and drink, Ning Miao thought reassuringly.

The first battle of the third battle of the martial arts took less than an hour to enter and leave the arena. Fengsha City sent five Creation Realm fighters of the first series of soil to quickly repair the venue.

Immediately it was the turn of No.3 and No.4 to fight, the Hulu tribe against the Lianbai tribe.

In fact, Ning Miao thanked the Hulu tribe silently in his heart. Under the protection of the iron armor, the tribe's injuries were relatively minor, and they seemed to be in good spirits after treatment.

Bandages were randomly wrapped around the small feet, and one head became two bigger heads. This guy didn't feel that the big head was blocking the view of the rear row. He just squeezed to the front and showed his merits in front of the clan witch, "Lord Ning, Lord Ning, look at me!" , I'm not dead, you promised before, you chose me as your partner, do you want to announce it?"

Ning Miao was speechless: "Don't make trouble."

After the most intense pain passed, Bai Yi came to his senses, and took a good time to look at his little female, "Ning, Little Feet is smart and can run fast. If you want to choose him, I have no objection."

Ning Miao's brows were tightly frowned, rubbing, the little feet have done their best, and as the ex-exploration captain, Ning Miao decided to protect himself, "Fuck you, who promised you, go back and sit and watch others fight. "

Where is the little foot, and he opened his mouth to fight for a few more words, but suddenly felt the temperature around him plummeted, and the smiling Chief Yi turned into a dark-faced Master Bing.

Bai Bing didn't say a word, his face expressionless.

"Excuse me." Xiaojiao turned and left holding his head in his hands.

Ning Miao heard a burst of laughter behind her, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Little Foot doesn't really want to marry the Clan Witch, but needs this way to make sure that we have really defeated the Great British Clan.

Ning Miao sat in the middle of the first row, with Bai Bing on the left and an empty seat on the right.

The elder of the Jin clan and the judge of the third martial arts fight, Wen Ge, a fighter in the middle stage of Kongzhi Realm, suddenly turned his head to the stand of the Yiyan clan, and fixedly glanced at the empty seat on the right of Ning Miao. There was a half-foot-high wooden carving, which was rough in workmanship, but because of its age, it exuded a simple and mysterious atmosphere.

Naturally, the eyes of the fourth prince of the Phoenix Clan did not let go of the wood carving. In the good sight of the orc, a strange snake with a single horn and six wings was engraved on the wood carving. Belly tribe, why, want to get in?