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The white winged tiger that was thrown to the ground by the giant wings stood up again, shook off the snow on its head, and roared at the roc.

Under the double stimulation of the smell of blood and the prey's provocation, Dapeng became more excited and crazy, and at the same time lost control.

In the wind and snow, the white winged tiger nimbly dodged one attack after another, and the seven rocs flapped their wings and flew lower and lower.

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters! ! !

Get in range!

Xiaojiao took out the flint and hit it desperately. A roc turned its head and rushed towards it.

Between the lightning and the flint, the wooden spear wrapped in animal skin soaked in lard finally ignited. Dajiao snatched the fire spear, knocked his younger brother away, and ran towards Dapeng.

"Come here, dead iron chicken!"

Soon, 28 fire spears ignited, and Bai Yi's eyes were red, "Warriors of the Winged Tiger Clan, follow me!"

Dapeng was very afraid of the fire, subconsciously stepped back, flapped his wings, and tried to fly high into the sky immediately.

The winged tiger patriarch quickly surpassed Dazuo, holding a fire spear, smashing the snow with his right foot, jumping out of the orc's new height, and the fire spear pierced Dapeng's dead chicken's neck fiercely.

With a snap, the fire spear broke instantly.

Tie Yu is hard enough to not penetrate at all.

But, that doesn't matter.

In less than three seconds, golden-red flames enveloped Dapeng's whole body, sizzling and burning, exploding a few times from time to time, blasting the roasted bird to the east and west.

The orc warrior threw all his strength, and threw his spear of fire at the other six rocs like shooting stars.

The air seemed to be burning with tension, Ning Miao bit her lip tightly, lit the fire, and opened her bow.

All the clansmen who had been ready to launch roared and rushed out of the cave. Hundreds of rockets flew across the snow and shot at the enemy.

The target hill was so big that even Ning Miao hit one.

The roc's wings were burnt, and it couldn't fly at all. It kept rolling and crying on the snow.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

Without the protection of Iron Feather, the male orcs picked up their wooden spears and rushed forward to poke a bloody hole.

The seven rocs were all wiped out.

Cheers of victory sounded from the tribal garrison.

Ning Miao put down her bow and arrow, and sat slumped at the entrance of the cave.

Bai Yi knelt in front of the white winged tiger, "Brother, it's time for revenge, we finally have revenge."

The Winged Tiger Clan won a complete victory, and also got 1 catties of Dapeng meat.

No one said anything stupid about letting the white winged tiger leave, Huhe took the initiative to recruit a medical team to carry Bai Bing into the meeting hall.

"Our hero." Hu He burst into tears, "A Bing, Uncle He is sorry for you."

The charcoal in the big cave was burning red. Considering that Bai Bing needed to eat just after his transformation, he couldn't use mushrooms.

Ning Miao gritted her teeth and must deal with the wound as soon as possible.

Unable to find a suitable thread, Ning Miao directly tore off the shirt, cut it into thin strips with a knife, braided them in threes, and sewed up the wound for Bai Bing with the help of big and small feet.

A bone on the back of the tiger was broken. Ning Miao straightened it with his bare hands, and pressed a few wooden spears to bind it.

During the whole process, Bai Bing trembled in pain, but insisted on not saying a word.

After sewing the last stitch, Ning Miao wiped off the sweat all over her face, and walked to the tiger's head with unprecedented determination and solemnity:

"Bingge, wait for you to return to form, let's get married."

The tiger's eyes opened suddenly, and the blue light was blazing.

……

Bai Yi came in carrying a few baskets of freshly divided poultry meat, roasted them piece by piece, and fed them to his brother.

Ning Miao calmed down, only to realize that Bai Yi's animal shape was several sizes smaller than Da Shan and the others, with snow-white fur and a tail covered with scales, which could curl and turn freely, a bit like a snake.

"A Yi, Brother Bing has a strange animal shape, have you seen it before?"

"It's also the first time I've seen my brother's animal shape." Bai Yi put his brother's tail in his palm and rubbed it, "I remember my father said that my brother looks like my father."

"Your father? Isn't he a Yihu clan?" Ning Miao walked over, squatted down next to Baiyi, joined the army of playing tails, stretched out his fingers and lightly touched the scales on it, the touch was cold, like white ice others.

"Yeah." Bai Yi's focus was obviously not on his partner's questioning, "Ning, the scales are soft to the touch, but as soon as brother exerts force, they will immediately become harder than a stone, and the scales will open like spikes. , I really want to grow such a tail."

Ning Miao was silent for three seconds, "Bai Yi..."

The second-hand patriarch reluctantly put down the tail in his hand, his eyes widened, and he was wronged like a little daughter-in-law, "Ning, you want it too, don't you?"

"I want you to be a big-headed ghost." Ning Miao replied angrily, "What should I ask you?"

"Oh." Bai Yi stood up, rubbing the tiger's head that had fallen into a deep sleep, "I don't remember clearly, Dad is from outside, just as white as you."

Ning Miao frowned, feeling a shudder for no reason.

Bai Yi tilted her head, stretched out her long arms, and embraced her little female into her arms, "Ning, what's wrong?"

Ning Miao couldn't help but laugh. Bai Yi is usually stupid, but he is surprisingly sensitive when he detects other people's thoughts.

Bai Yi stretched her face, "But I have something to do."

Ning Miao poked her head out of the orc's generous chest, her voice tensed, "Are you hurt? Where? Tell me."

Bai Yi simply hugged the sweet body of the female in her arms, "There is something going on down there."

Ning Miao immediately felt the swords were tense under her buttocks, and it took a while to turn around and swear a word.

The clansmen took turns to take care of him for five days. Sufficient meat food accelerated the recovery process of the injury, and Bai Bing was able to stand up and walk around.

The most amazing thing is that Bai Bing's animal shape is getting smaller day by day. By the tenth day, it is only the size of a normal Siberian tiger, and its food intake has also decreased accordingly, which is about the same as that of an adult male orc.

Ning Miao remembered that Bai Bing said that when he spent the snowy moon outside, he also turned into a beast.Gene mutation?heterogeneous?

Ning Miao, who used to like keeping small pets very much, began to fantasize about the beautiful picture of Bai Bing turning into a little white cat and being hugged into her arms.

However, it does not.

The white wing tiger keeps the size of the Siberian tiger stable.

Ning Miao's good wishes come to nothing.

"Ayi, if only you could change back and forth at any time without negative effects." Ning Miao eagerly looked at the white winged tiger that was flexing its muscles and bones on the platform, and sighed.

Bai Yi thought for a while, and then asked seemingly unintentionally: "Ning, is Brother Huanxi's animal shape?"

Ning Miao laughed loudly, "Yes, will you change or remain the same?"

Bai Yi was depressed, and looked downcast as if his soul had been sucked out, "But I can't change."

Ning Miao couldn't bear to fight against the unconscious jealous behavior of the second-hand partner, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and ordered straightforwardly: "I'm hungry, let's cook."

"Well, what would Ning want to eat?" Bai Yi was immediately full of energy, started a fire to boil water, and added suddenly, "It's not that I don't want to, I really can't change."

At that time, Ning Miao still didn't understand, and couldn't change the true meaning of the three words. When she really understood, it was too late.

……

Unknowingly, half of Xueyue passed, and Ning Miao resumed the large class system, implementing the educational plan of cultivating trees in ten years and cultivating people in a hundred years.

The weather is getting colder and colder. After dinner, Bai Yi waits for the little female to soak her feet, "Ning, it's been more than 20 days. When do you think brother will get back to shape?"

"Are you a naughty blue cat asking three thousand times? Ask dozens of times a day, and I haven't changed. How do you know? Ask your brother."

Looking back at the big white tiger lying on the animal skin bed, Ning Miao was very conflicted.

On the one hand, he was looking forward to Bai Bing's return to form, and on the other hand, he remembered the promise that impulsiveness was the devil: Brother Bing, when you return to form, let's get married.

Bai Bing is a serious and rigorous person, it is not easy to fool him.

The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the sorrow is like a long one.