The little milk bag wiped her tears, puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'm not a waste!"

"Heh," Twelve shook his head and sneered, turned around and didn't look at the little milk bag again, if this was said by the fire unicorn, she might admit it, but the little milk bag was just the transformation of the fire unicorn with great loss of strength, not a waste?

Twelve sat down again, closed her eyes and cultivated, her attitude was no longer necessary, it was clear that she would not leave a small milk bag, at least in this Warcraft Forest, absolutely no one dared to bully it, didn't you see that there was almost no trace of Warcraft on this road?

The little milk bag clenched its fists angrily, it rushed to the ground, screamed, the fist suddenly slammed down, the ground trembled, and everyone looked at the vain sunken skin of the land in astonishment, although it was far from the fire unicorn stepping on a claw, but this could not be a four or five-year-old baby punched out.

Twelve looked coldly at the cracked earth on the left, in the center of the cracks, there was a deep pit that was less than a squint, and the little milk bag stood in the pit with a wild face, staring at her with her head high, as if to say "I'm not a waste".

Twelve rubbed his brows in distress and said nothing.

The light in the eyes of the little milk bag gradually dimmed, and he bit his lip in frustration, thinking that he was not a waste and could follow his mother, but weishenme's mother still didn't want him?

"Miss. Lan Xin screamed, she really felt that this little milk bag was too pitiful, especially looking at it lowering its head in frustration, as if it had been abandoned, Lan Xin's heart ached.

Twelve sighed, "You come here." She hooked her fingers at the little milk bag in the pit, and the latter ran up, threw herself into Twelve's arms, hugged her waist tightly with her little hands, and said with big eyes, "Mom." ”

Looking at the clear eyes that were not polluted by the world, even if the heart was made of iron and stone, it finally softened, she bit her fingertips, and a drop of Yin Hong's blood fell on the forehead of the little milk bag, a golden light flashed, and the dazzling halo shrouded the two of them, in the halo, the little milk bag was held up by a stream of air, and the green silk of the twelve flew up and down.

She closed her eyes, thinking about the way of taming beasts in the book of heavenly pride, and silently recited the mantra: "I have formed a life and death contract with the fire unicorn on the twelveth day, from now on, I will live, it will live, I will die, it will die, and I will swear by my soul!"

Her huge spiritual power continued to pour into Xiao Milk Bao's body, occupying its sea of consciousness.

The golden light became more and more shining, and everyone outside the halo closed their eyes one after another.

Just as the golden light dimmed, a domineering voice sounded in Twelve's head.

"My fire unicorn voluntarily formed a contract with the Lord Twelve, the Lord is born, I am born, the Lord is dead, I am dead, heaven and earth are the proof!"

It was the consciousness of the fire unicorn that remained in the small milk bag, and the response to the oath.

When the golden light dissipated, the little milk bag fell from the air, Twelve spread out his hand, and caught it steadily, the little milk bag was satisfied with a bright smile, rubbed Twelve's chest, and called glutinously: "Mom." ”

Twelve didn't throw it out this time, nodding uncharacteristically, it was a response, and the little milk bag was so happy that it jumped out of Twelve's arms, circled her body, and kept shouting: "Mommy-Mommy...... Mom!"

The green tendons on the twelve's forehead suddenly burst out, and the little milk bag called like a soul, making it difficult for her to calm down, and waved her hand irritably, and said to a few people behind her: "Keep going!"

Since Twelve and the little milk bag signed a contract, this little guy has become more and more tired of being by her side, Twelve's arms have become its exclusive location, and it has come all the way from the center of the forest, and in just two days, it has almost reached the periphery of the Warcraft Forest, Bai Zixu's condition is very bad, he launched a high fever a day ago, and he doesn't know what to say in his mouth.

Passing through the forest of the porcupine herd when he came, this time Twelve did not encounter any demonic beasts, holding a small milk bag, leading Mingye and Lan Xin, followed by four people, and walked towards the outside of the demonic beast forest.

A sea of trees covering the sky, the sun dappled on the ground, the golden halo of the stars, warm, Twelve just crossed a small river of piranhas, his ears moved, and his steps stopped: "Someone?"

She frowned, faintly hearing someone calling from the distance.

"Help...... Don't come! Don't come!" was an unfamiliar woman's voice, followed by the cry of a porcupine.

Twelve threw down a sentence: "Wait for me where I am." ”

The figure disappeared completely, and only a strong wind whistled through the air.

She hadn't encountered a single demonic beast in the past few days, which made her, a militant, completely itch her hands.

Standing on a big tree, dozens of porcupines below are chasing five people, four men and one woman, the woman is Miao Ling, petite and lovely, disheveled, it looks like they are tortured by this group of porcupines, four men are desperately wielding weapons, forming a protective net around the woman, protecting her in the center of gravity, desperately fighting against the porcupine.

The little milk bag grabbed Twelve's clothes, pointed to the porcupine herd below, and said disdainfully: "Mom, they are so ugly." ”

Twelve wanted to tell it that the prototype of the fire unicorn was not necessarily very beautiful, but when he looked at the watery eyes of the little milk bag, he swallowed it back when the words came to his mouth, patted its head, and nodded: "Well, it's ugly." After that, she put down the little milk bag and said softly: "Wait for me here, mom will help you beat ugly people!"

The little milk bag clapped his hands, sat on the trunk of the tree and watched Twelve One jump down, brandishing a cold big knife, the knife fell in his hand, the blood gushed like a spring, almost a knife and a kill, everywhere he went, blood splashed all over the sky!

"Mommy is great! Mommy come on!" The little milk bag clenched his fists and encouraged him loudly, his body shook on the trunk of the tree, and as soon as he was excited, the whole person fell down, and Twelve saw that his heartbeat had missed half a beat below, and he was merciless, and as soon as the fifth-order fighting spirit dispersed, the porcupines who were still struggling shook their heads and quickly retreated, and Zuihou disappeared with a smoke.

Twelve rushed to the bottom of the tree, caught the little milk bag steadily, and scolded: "Don't die?"

Xiao Milk Bao smiled, consciously found a comfortable position in her arms, and said softly: "Mom will catch me! I'm not afraid!"

Twelve shook his head with a smile, put away his knife and prepared to leave, just took two steps forward, when he heard a faint voice from behind: "That...... xiexie you. The rescued woman, blushing and thanking Twelve, twelve dressed in men's clothes, although the appearance is ordinary, but the black eyes are so deep that they seem to be able to capture people's souls, a cold demeanor, like peerless ice, people want to find out, not to mention, her outstanding heroic posture, it is even more difficult to take people's eyes off, since ancient times heroes save beauty, this woman is very moved by Twelve.

And beside her, the four men who have repeatedly given her life to each other have been neglected.

Twelve tightened the little milk bag in his arms and said, "No." ”

After that, she turned around neatly, but she didn't expect that the five people behind her would follow, obviously wanting to be on the list of her big tree to enjoy the shade, back to the small river of piranhas, the three guards were using cold water to reduce Bai Zixu's fever, and tomorrow night and Lan Xin sat on the ground in a daze, and everyone was relieved to see twelve coming back.

"Master, who are they?" asked Tomorrow Night, leaning over to Twelve's side, pointing to the five people who were only a few steps behind her, and wary.

Twelve's eyes narrowed, "I saved it." ”

The five people glanced at each other, stepped forward and arched their hands towards Twelve: "Your Excellency Xiexie came to the rescue just now." The voice was a tall and dark-skinned strong man, and Twelve remembered that the weapon he used was a meniscus knife, and his strength seemed to be between the third and fourth orders of a martial artist.

Twelve nodded indifferently: "Well," after a pause, her gaze swept away from the woman who was obviously in love, "Actually, I'm not here to save you,"

She just has itchy hands and wants to find a monster to practice her hands.

The woman hurriedly raised her head, just in time to meet the pair of black eyes like an abyss on the twelve, her heart was shocked, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked like a girl.

The strong man smiled and touched the back of his head, "Anyway, it is a fact that Your Excellency saved our lives, and as long as Your Excellency says a word in the future, you will definitely help in the future." He smiled heartily, and his personality was quite informal.

Through a few words, Twelve learned that these five people were mercenaries who took over the task in the mercenary guest house, and the woman was still an alchemist, and the strength of several people was hovering at the third or fourth order, so they only dared to experience on the periphery of the forest, and did not dare to go deeper, who would have thought that the woman would recklessly rush into the porcupine herd in order to pick a hard-to-find snow plum, and the zuihou flower was picked, but the fate was almost lost there, if it weren't for the twelve, I am afraid that they would already be five corpses now.

"You say she's an alchemist?" Bai Zixu's guard suddenly exclaimed, grabbed the woman's arm, and dragged her to Bai Zixu's side, "Our master was injured by the fire qilin, you can help me take a look." ”

Everyone's attention shifted to Bai Zixu, and after the woman was engrossed in diagnosing Bai Zixu's pulse, she shook her head and said: "His sternum is broken twice, and the external injuries are very serious, but the most serious is the internal injury, and now the high fever does not go away, because the tendons and veins are blocked, and I want to cure it radically, unless I find dragon fruit, my grade, if there is no dragon fruit, I can't refine the ground-level elixir at all, and I can't cure his injuries." ”

As soon as she heard that she was going to use dragon fruit, her four companions sighed one by one, obviously giving up their hopes.

When the guard heard this, his eyes flashed, and he knelt down at Twelve's feet with a pop: "Your Excellency, you have also heard, the prince is in danger, please be merciful and give us a dragon fruit to save the prince's life!"

"Prince?" the five mercenaries hissed coldly and looked at Bai Zixu in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, in this Warcraft Forest, they would actually meet the prince, but they don't know which of the four countries this prince belongs to.