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The white figure bellowed at the black figure in a threatening manner. Who were they fighting for?

After peace was a contest of strength, in order to make the other party submit to him. They only had one way, the victor was the king.

With heavy steps, the black figure furiously looked at the white figure. If he hadn't heard his own kind shouting in response, he wouldn't have found an opponent.

Now, they had yet to find that figure, yet they were actually fighting here. He was unwilling to accept this. With a roar of rage, he clenched his hand into a fist and punched towards another white figure.

This punch used 80% of Miao Shiqing's strength, but when his fist landed on that white fist, he didn't even have the strength to struggle. Next, his other hand grabbed his waist.

With a loud roar, Miao Shiqing was lifted up into the air.

Xiao Meng Han definitely wouldn't allow anyone to provoke his pride, so he could only obey his decision and didn't dare to raise any objections.

The night wind blew from the top of the mountain. No one would have thought that there was a primitive war going on in this place.

The white figure's overwhelming victory finally made the black figure submit. His hand held onto the black figure as he howled towards a certain direction.

The black figure's red eyes flickered unsteadily, and in the end, it lowered its head, no longer speaking.

The white figure seemed to still be angry, but it didn't suppress the black figure. The white hand patted the black figure, and in the next moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes as he directly grabbed the black figure and jumped off the cliff.

Tens of black silhouettes drilled out from the surrounding woods. They carefully gathered at the top of the mountain, picking up the needles on the ground and cautiously looked at the ground. There was nothing below.

Just as the black figure was looking at each other in confusion, a large hand grabbed a person's leg and forcefully threw him down. Following that, a white figure jumped up. His speed was extremely fast.

He had never stayed in a single place for more than a second, constantly changing locations. Every time he leaped, he would knock a spear-wielding figure to the ground.

A black figure slowly climbed up from the cliff. Now, Miao Siqing finally understood the difference between his and that guy. He had jumped down with him just now. If he hadn't landed on a tree, he would have died just like that scoundrel.

When the black figure gasped for breath as it climbed up the cliff, the white figure had already solved all the problems. It let out a long howl at him, then turned and ran towards the distant jungle.

That was their true battlefield.

He glanced at the unconscious figure on the ground, and saw that the black figure was quickly following the white figure, whistling in the distance.

Many of the unconscious figures on the ground were already on the verge of death. Their guns were also shattered and scattered on the ground. Even after pursuing for so long, they still failed.

However, he had made an important discovery, and that was that there were clearly two huge footprints on the ground. One of them was slightly smaller, and it seemed like his guess was correct.

Looking at the direction the footprints disappeared in, Liang Heyuan and the others quickly gave chase.

As for the blindness caused by Mo Xiaoxiao, Er Duoteng really did spend some time researching it. He did some testing for her and even took blood tests to see if it was because of the child. He barely encountered any problem that he couldn't solve.

This was a bit too much for Mo Xiaoxiao. She asked him if there was anything else he could do. Even if she wasted his time like this, she felt that she wouldn't be able to eat or sleep at ease. Who can be sure? When you wake up, there are suddenly many people in front of your bed, or when you eat, you will always feel that there is a line of sight on you, that you are eating and others are treating you as a meal.

He said he was free, that he had a lot of time to spend with her, and that she didn't need to be grateful, because everyone had their own interests.

This mutual benefit made Mo Xiaoxiao feel like she was being pierced by needles as she subconsciously covered her stomach for fear of any unforeseen events. However, she knew that this action was just a psychological comfort.

He was not yet the meat of the chopping block.

Although she couldn't see anything, her heart grew brighter and brighter. She knew that Erdonton must want something from her. She was a very ordinary person, and the only thing left was the child in her womb.

"Don't worry, although I'm somewhat interested in the child in your womb, I'm not particularly interested." Er Duoteng cut a piece of fish and slowly chewed it.

He saw her concern in her wary eyes, too much for a pregnant woman.

She put down the spoon in her hand and raised her head to look at him. Since she could not focus her gaze on his face, she simply lowered her head in the end, "Then what do you want from me? I've never seen you before. "

"Why do I feel I have to get something? I'm just interested to see how strong you can be. " Er Duoteng cut a piece of fish chop and continued eating. Looking at Mo Xiaoxiao's hesitant appearance, he continued, "Don't worry, I won't do anything out of line while you are pregnant." He looked at the pale face of Mo Xiaoxiao with satisfaction, and burst out laughing.

She was pregnant, so she couldn't be angry. She was also pregnant, so she couldn't see anything, so she could already imagine the smile on the enchanter-like man's face. She gave a light snort, hoping that Xiao Menghan would come and find her, then give her a good beating.

It seemed that Xiao Menghan was in such a state, it was more than enough to beat up Er Duoteng.

"I've found a way to cure your eyes."

"What?" He thought he heard wrong for a moment. "You said my eyes can recover their sight?"

"Of course, there is nothing that I, Earl Dorton, cannot do. However, how are you going to thank me?"

He leaned forward and carefully observed the expression on her face, trying to guess what she was thinking.

She was not afraid of him. Although she appeared to be afraid and apprehensive on the surface occasionally, she was very calm on the inside. It was as if she was sure that someone would come and rescue her from this place.

This kind of understanding was unacceptable to Er Duoteng. He believed that Xiao Menghan would not be able to catch up even if he whipped him with his horse.

But Erdogan also knew that some things had to be done slowly.

He returned to his seat and rested one hand on his cheek while the other hand slowly knocked on the table. His long index finger had a beautiful reflection on the smooth surface of the table.

He gave her a bowl of red porridge every night. In fact, he wanted to give her that red wine more, but the first time she smelled it, she vomited all over him.