On the gladiatorial ring.

Yan Qingcheng put his left hand around Peony's waist, and his right hand supported her shoulder, pressing her under him.

Peony's hands were spread out, and they were stained with blood-red liquid.

The faces of the two men were only three centimeters apart, and their breathing could be heard.

At the end of the test of combat power, Yan Qingcheng pulled the peony down from the air, but because their wings were locked together, Yan Qingcheng also lost his balance.

He fell down facing the peony, in order to protect her from injury, Yan Qingcheng could only hug the peony and land on the ground with his arms.

Peony quickly brushed aside the sickles beside the two of them, and dipped a hand of red paint, although these sickles were not opened, but it still hurt to be pushed up.

So they put on such an ambiguous position.

"Peony, I won."

Yan Qingcheng took a long deep breath, in order to confuse the peony, he had been hovering in the air for seven minutes, and it was quite difficult to pretend to be exhausted.

Peony blushed and didn't dare to look at Yan Qingcheng, there was a bright red mark on her lower abdomen, which Yan Qingcheng drew with a war sickle at the end.

Peony was defeated at the last minute, but she didn't blush because of her own defeat.

Sweat slid down Yan Qingcheng's face and dripped on Peony's lips, and she finally came back to her senses.

"You've won, let it go."

Peony's voice was soft and weak, and Yan Qingcheng reacted, at this time he was eating the girl's tofu in full view, although this was not his intention.

He hurriedly let go of the peony, and the peony quickly stood up, turning his back to Yan Qingcheng without saying a word.

Yan Qingcheng was a little overwhelmed.

He glanced at the audience, and the three gods all put on a good look.

Only Xiao Shao was particularly exaggerated, and he trembled with excitement.

Yan Qingcheng was helpless, so he had to try to pat Peony's shoulder.

"Are you alright?"

Peony dodged like an electric shock, turned around and punched him in the lower abdomen.

It's really a fast and fierce punch, if Peony uses such a strong and domineering attack in the previous test of combat power, Yan Qingcheng, as an opponent, will have to cheer for her.

However, at this time, Yan Qingcheng was defenseless, and his eyes were black in pain.

"Right...... I'm sorry...... Be...... I was wrong...... It's all ...... I was wrong......" Yan Qingcheng collapsed to the ground, and although he didn't know what Peony was angry about, he still endured the pain and apologized.

It doesn't matter if you take a beating, anyway, the body of the Wing Clan is quite tough, and you can continue to jump around after resting for a while, but if Peony holds a grudge, it is far from being as simple as a beating.

"Humph!" Peony ignored Yan Qingcheng, she picked up her scythe, and left the underground training room without looking back.

Cheng En, who had watched the show, hurriedly rushed to the gladiatorial arena to help Yan Qingcheng up, originally this thing was usually done by Xiao Shao, but now he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Grandpa Cheng...... What the hell am I ...... What did you do wrong......" The clear tone of the words was like a lonely on the occasion of dying.

"You don't understand?" Cheng En glared.

"I ...... Should...... Do you understand......"

"Stinky boy, you won't have never been in love, will you?"

Yan Qingcheng was struck by the heart, but he still reluctantly explained: "I'm just ...... Come out with clean hands...... No...... No...... Women's ......"

"Men who have no emotional experience always use this kind of words as a cover," Cheng En said disdainfully, he crooked his mouth in the direction of Xiaoxiao, "If you had half of Xiaoxiao's eyesight, Peony would have been submissive to you a long time ago." ”

"Just him?" The smile in his heart even suppressed the pain, Yan Qingcheng straightened up and said, "He's still single at such an age, and I've never heard of any emotional experience." ”

"You don't know, he is ......" Cheng En hesitated, still planning to keep it a secret from Yan Qingqing, "Anyway, Xiao Sao is a very good and responsible man, if only you could learn half of him." ”

Yan Qingcheng looked at Cheng En, who was full of nonsense, and felt that the image of the elder he had established in his heart was slowly collapsing.

The rest of the people came over.

Yan Qingcheng was a little surprised when he saw Song Beichen's expression, usually he always kept a straight face, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders, but now he smiled a little...... Kind.

"Yan Qingcheng, you did a good job."

He was holding a garland in his hand, the body of which was connected by long feathers at the ends of its wings, and it was filled with white flowers, the kind that Yan Qingcheng had seen on the lawn when he first came to this branch base.

"The victory is not martial, thanks to the peony to keep his hand." Yan Qingcheng hurriedly stood up.

Song Beichen stepped forward and put a wreath on Yan Qingcheng's head, he was ten centimeters taller than Yan Qingcheng, and it was very simple to do this.

"This is a corolla woven from the molt of the deceased Wing Clan and white peony flowers," Song Beichen said slowly, "The molt is from my former teammate, who disappeared a long time ago and is thought to be dead; And the white peony flower is the totem of our wing clan, symbolizing freedom and nobility. ”

For the first time, Yan Qingcheng knew the name of this white flower.

"It is native to the earth, and it has long been extinct in the outside world, and only we wing tribes will still cultivate it." Song Beichen added.

Yan Qingcheng suddenly sensed a question, since the white peony flower is the totem of the wing clan, how can the peony be named after this flower?

"Because of her bloodline," Song Beichen saw the change in Yan Qingcheng's expression and guessed what he was thinking, so he opened his mouth to explain, "She is the only descendant of the leader who has been handed down normally, and she belongs to the direct bloodline. ”

"Leader?" Yan Qingcheng remembered the mural in the underground temple, "Does the leader really exist?" ”

"Of course, we only record history, not mythology." Song Beichen put away his smile and said solemnly, "From today onwards, you will be a real Wing Clan, so you also have the obligation to protect her." ”

"Peony is kind to me, this is as it should be." Clear-cut promises.

"Hmm." Song Beichen nodded and turned to leave.

Mo Yun stepped forward, pinched Yan Qingcheng's face, and followed Song Beichen away.

Cheng En seemed to remember something, he nodded at Yan Qingcheng, and left with the two.

Only Yan Qingcheng and Xiao Sha were left in the underground training room.

"Uncle Xiao?" Yan Qingcheng was a little puzzled, and Xiao Sheng was having an inexplicable expression on his face at this time.

"Huh? Uncle is fine, it's really emotional to see the younger generation grow up, haha," Xiao's tone was a little unnatural, he looked around, pointed to the gladiatorial arena and said, "You clean up this venue, you have to tidy it up." ”

After saying that, he hurried away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yan Qingcheng frowned.

But he was the only one left.

When you are alone, you still think about it.

Today is a special day for him, not just a rite of passage, this special is a double portion.

It's already evening after cleaning up the underground training room, Yan Qingcheng is a little tired, he hasn't eaten dinner yet.

He looked up at the starry sky, but when he looked at it, there was a trace of sourness in his heart, so he hurriedly lowered his head.

He's still the only one tonight.

He was the only one all along.

I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat.

Just want to get some sleep.

Get a good night's sleep and forget everything.

Yan Qingcheng returned to his room, he didn't turn on the light, but subconsciously walked to the bed.

"Qingcheng! Happy birthday!!! ”

"Happy birthday."