What Mao'er did just now undoubtedly shocked everyone present. How could it happen? How could her blood heal Dongfang Qingyang's serious wound instantly?
Looking at the wrist, the scratched white wrist has healed now, and no trace can be seen at all.
Mao'er's face turned slightly pale. He looked at everyone with wide-open eyes in disbelief. He suddenly lifted up the blood-stained sleeves of his white clothes on his arms, and his snow-white skin was immediately exposed to everyone's eyes.
The area injured by Dongfang Qingyang was completely exposed and completely intact...
It is indeed intact, with vague vision and those standing in front can even clearly see the triangular arrow wound above...
"Oh my God!"
"What's going on?
"It's amazing...!"
Everyone stared at this magical scene with wide eyes, but Mao'er's eyes fell on Yun Chiling, looking at her mockingly, thinking that he was injured, so he must not be able to win against her! He is simply an idiot.
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Mao'er has long understood that since the last time Jun Mojue was hit by an arrow and the wound miraculously healed, Mao'er has paid attention to this matter. After several experiments, if her body is injured
Not only can it heal quickly, but its own blood can also heal other people's wounds quickly. It has to be said that this is a strange thing, but it does no harm to her.
Mao'er looked at the astonished eyes in the audience, curled his lips, casually put down his sleeves, and waved his hand, "You don't have to be too surprised. I just showed the wound for everyone to see, so that Princess Chi Ling won't win."
Well, you will say that she took advantage of others' danger, which is not good."
Look at Yun Chiling, whose tone is both mocking and sarcastic, her face turning blue and white, and everyone looking like they are suppressing laughter. Yun Chiling is adding insult to injury, and anyone with a brain can see her.
She came out, but Mao'er's hand really irritated her. What happened? How could the wound heal automatically? How could blood save people?
"Fairy, Princess Qingcheng must be the fairy from our Qingyue Kingdom...!"
The words of one of the leaders immediately caused a chain reaction. The faces of the Moon Praying Soldiers felt as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and their moods suddenly became high...
"Fairy……!"
"Fairy……!"
"Fairy……!"
The cheers were deafening and spread thousands of miles away. Yun Chilin's face was also full of shock, and the obsession in his heart to get the cat became more and more obvious.
Jun Moling stared at Mao'er, his eyes full of warmth, looking at Mao'er lovingly. Jun Mo was definitely the first person to know about this matter. At this time, he saw that Mao'er's blood could heal other people's wounds instantly.
, but he was a little surprised, not that exaggerated. Jun Moli's eyes widened, looking at the cat as if he were looking at a monster... He shouted in his heart more than a hundred times, Xia Qingcheng, this monster...
Xia Ziye looked at Mao'er, feeling quite shocked, but very happy for Mao'er. As for Xia Xiang, he was surrounded by a group of old antiques and bombarded savagely. Poor Xia Xiang still looked like he didn't know anything.
Dongfang Qingyang is not in any danger, but his face is still a little pale due to the loss of a lot of blood. Sitting next to Dongfang Chenhao, the unreasonable and arrogant arrogance on his body has disappeared, replaced by a calm, experienced
Maybe he has seen through something about life and death, but he suddenly became mature and sensible...
"Brother, it's not embarrassing for me to lose to her, right?"
Dongfang Qingyang's voice came softly. There was no answer for a long time, but Dongfang Chenhao's cold eyes were staring at the cat closely. It was infinitely complicated. It took a long time to hear Dongfang Chenhao's answer, "It's not shameful.
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At this time, Mao'er felt the roaring roar, and suddenly raised his hand, the cheering stopped, and Mao'er's crisp voice sounded, "I am not a fairy. Fairies are gentle and beautiful, and have a kind heart. They are tolerant and forgive anyone who offends. I
She is a witch, cruel and arrogant. Anyone who offends me will retaliate a hundredfold. Remember, I am not a fairy, but a witch, a witch!"
They looked at each other, how could anyone say that to him?
Then the cat glanced at Yun Chiling and said, "It's your turn. Should you come first or me?"
The game against Bai Yu Country began, and everyone opened their eyes wide, watching and expecting some miracle to happen.
Yun Chiling stood up, with a cold look in his eyes, and raised his chin, "You come first!"
She must master Mao'er's skills and know how much she is capable of, and she must not suffer the same loss as Dongfang Qingyang.
Mao'er nodded with a calm expression. He couldn't help but shrugged and asked again, "Am I really the one who came first?"
Yun Chiling nodded, "Of course, don't say you're afraid."
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Mao'er curled up the corner of his mouth and looked at Yun Chiling with mocking eyes, "I'm afraid if I come first, you will never have a chance again!"
As soon as he said these words, Yun Chiling's expression changed instantly. What an arrogant thing to say!
With a wave of his little hand, the cat said, "Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, let's play chess."
On top of the huge rectangular wooden table, there is a set of drawing boards and a huge chessboard with black and white jade chess pieces. This position is just right for everyone to see the game between the two. Mao'er and Yun Chiling play at the same time.
I saw Mao'er walking to the front of the drawing board and moving the chessboard to the side. Du Yunchi Ling said, "Let's get started. Let's fight quickly. I will paint and write poems while playing chess with you. Let's get started!"
What Mao'er said was so arrogant, it directly made Yun Chi angry, but he didn't retort. He waited until the results came out to speak. Strength determines the outcome. What's the use of being arrogant now.
Yun Chiling faced the chessboard. She chose the white stone and the cat's black stone, "Xia Qingcheng, I want you to play the first stone first."
In chess, whoever makes the first move is the key. Yun Chiling said this, this is contempt.
Mao'er was holding a paintbrush and tilting his head, as if he was thinking about what to draw. Suddenly he heard Yun Chiling speak, and then he looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle, "I'll let you do it, I'm afraid you'll lose."
It's too ugly, I'll let you lose ten sons first."
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Thank you everyone for your blessings. It’s Xiaomo’s birthday today and I’m very happy to have everyone with me!
