595. Fight your own people against your own people
(Girls' Literature) Fortunately, there are a lot of treasures in the ring world, and the two of them have taken magic medicine, and their injuries are slowly recovering.
"Woo, uncle, I'm alive."
Da Mao shouted in the spiritual spring, but he pulled the wound and bared his teeth for a long time.
It has become a large hair the size of a fist, and the red feathers all over it are like steel poured with water, which is very shiny.
Compared to before, it looks so much better now.
How do you look at it, among poultry, he is also a handsome guy.
It's a little bit, this little tail is naturally a fart, and it follows behind the big hairy buttocks.
Da Mao bubbled the spiritual spring to heal his wounds, and he watched from the sidelines, and from time to time he secretly planted the spiritual fruit magic medicine in the ring world to please Da Mao.
The miracle medicine of sorrow, now as long as you see a little bit, it is a girl who runs wildly.
Da Mao completely washed the scorched black on his body, and his condition returned to his best.
Everyone looked at Da Mao, who had all been refreshed, from shock at the beginning, to stunned, and then to laughter.
"Haha, Da Mao, aren't you all feathers? How is it still bald. ”
Su Ming opened his mouth unceremoniously, only to stretch out his paw to pat its bald head.
Da Mao looked left and right in the mirror, very depressed.
The feathers on his body have recovered, and only a handful of feathers are left on the top of his head.
Qiu Yue squinted at it, "You can't be just an old Suzaku." ”
If you describe it as human, it is an old man with bald hair and lost teeth.
Da Mao was furious, "You're only an old Suzaku." ”
The older people are, the more reluctant they are to admit that they are old, even birds.
Qiu Yue leaned over and smiled sheepishly, "Tell me in a whisper, how old are you." ”
Da Mao pursed his lips and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Uncle, I'm not that old, at most I'm only a thousand years old." ”
Laugh at!
Qiu Yue is not calm, "Thousands of years old? ”
"Da Mao, I said that you are an old Suzaku or look down on you."
Da Mao nodded, that must be looking down.
"You turned out to be just an old man."
Old old Suzaku?
Isn't it too much to add three old words?
Lan Ling stared at Da Mao, full of disgust, "It turns out that I am so old, and it is estimated that the meat is not delicious." ”
Big Hair: ......
Just when Da Mao was disgusted by everyone and full of sorrow, Xiao Bu stood up.
Big watery eyes, with a firm light, "Mom, I don't dislike you, don't worry, if you can't find a wife, I will marry you when I grow up." ”
What a touching confession, if it weren't for the little ones, Da Mao would definitely pounce on it and take a bite.
The problem is, looking at this little thing the size of an egg, it really doesn't know what to say.
After this nirvana, the restoration of cultivation, it has more and more affirmed the identity of the little one.
"Oh, what an enviable confession, you have to work hard."
Everyone coaxed, and Xiao Bu nodded very seriously.
Da Mao made a big red face, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to enter.
Leaving here, everyone returned to the battle city, intending to wait for Yun Yi and Zhang Sanfeng.
As a result, when I went back, I saw an unexpected scene.
On the Void Battlefield, Zhang Sanfeng was actually fighting a decisive battle with Feng Luotian.
"Come here, persuade them."
Yun Yi, who has always been calm, is in a hurry at this time.
It's a bit unpleasant to speak.
"Which one is this singing? Own people beat their own people? ”
Qiu Yue doesn't understand, okay, why did this Zhang Sanfeng face Feng Luotian?
Doesn't he know how powerful the other party is?
Yun Yi wanted to speak and stopped, intermittently telling what had happened.
It turned out that the two of them came to the battle city to join the autumn moon and them, and later heard that as long as this war city declares war on people at will, they can fight at will, and even if they die on the battlefield, after teleporting, they will be resurrected.