Chapter 241 Go, Don’t Touch the Tail

The orcs' lives are plain and simple, and don't require much time to prepare or extravagance. Just give them a day off and they will be happy on their own.

Even setting up the venue became extremely interesting.

The orcs of the Bird Team flew into the sky, scattering colorful ribbons all over the sky.

The orcs below cheered and ran wildly.

Some of the orcs from the Flying Bird Team and the Aquatic Team had not yet fully recovered from their injuries, so they all gathered in front of Sang Qing without having to work.

Wearing two plaster casts that made it difficult to move, the bald eagle vowed, "I will definitely get better. Otherwise, how can I take the therapist to enjoy the joy of the clouds in the future?"

Sang Qing always felt that there was something ambiguous in what he said.

There was a scratch on Omya's face, which made him look even more unruly, but he still smiled freely and unrestrainedly.

The crow landed on her shoulder, holding a small flower in its beak. "Master Healer, you treat so many soldiers every day. You must be exhausted, right?"

Sang Qing took the pink flower with a smile, "It's okay."

She is now SS-level, and it is no problem for her to treat ten S-level orcs a day.

On the other hand, Nain just happened to come back today after finishing his work in Qingye Town.

The tall and mighty North African lion raised its head, its clear voice tinged with disdain: "It's been a while. Your progress... is so slow."

The next group is composed of orcs from the Lion and Tiger Team who need to transform into beast form for sparring, as well as some orcs that Sang Qing rarely sees because of their low riot value. She has never given them psychiatric treatment or has only given them psychiatric treatment once. They are all here this time.

They did not become dejected after being reprimanded by Nain. Instead, when Sang Qing looked at them, they made extremely deliberate movements such as raising their heads, licking their paws, and shaking their ears.

If she was right, they seemed to be trying hard, secretly, and in every possible way to seduce her.

You know what, even her genes were affected.

As soon as Nain said to adjourn the meeting, all the orcs' attention was focused on Sang Qing, their eyes filled with eager anticipation, but due to the tyranny of Shi Ying who beat Kun Xi last time, no one dared to get too close.

Only the thick-skinned Claire came over with his signature pink bow-tail chin, a ribbon in his mouth, and looked at Sang Qing eagerly.

"Healer, would you like to play?"

Sang Qing did not forget that Shi Ying was a mysophobe and did not like her to be stained by messy smells.

"No……"

Just as he waved his hand, Shi Ying reached out and took the pink ribbon.

Um?

Sang Qing looked at him in surprise.

Shi Ying tied the ribbon to the end of her loose hair, and a calm light appeared in her gentle golden eyes. "Go, but you can't touch her tail."

Sang Qing raised his eyebrows. Is Shi Ying so well behaved today?

He gently scratched Shi Ying's palm and smiled, "Then I'll go?"

"Um."

Not far away, several caracal lynx soldiers were sitting lazily together.

"I've never seen the former captain be so gentle."

"The target is our healer, so how can it be the same?"

"It's obvious that the healer is very good at raising cats. Haven't you seen the colonel's animal form? His fur is so smooth and shiny."

"I also want to be raised by the healer."

"Damn it! Why don't I have the same shitty luck as Colonel Shi?"

The caracal soldier shook the antenna on his ear, pounded the sandbag next to him a few times, and then pounced on the dozing caracal below.

"So, besides eating and sleeping, do you have no other pursuits or ideals? You've become so fat you're practically a ball. I think we should create a team just for you, called the Pig-Cat Team."

The caracal was disturbed by his teammates and opened his round eyes impatiently. He just happened to see the girl in the crowd. He stared at her blankly for a while, then closed his eyes again and continued to take a nap.

Sang Qing was surrounded by enthusiastic orcs and touched the Blue Bay Shepherd Dog, Red Fox, and Mongolian Wolf, which he had never touched before...

"Master Healer, my tail is softer. Would you like to try it?" The red fox transformed into a half-human, half-beast fox soldier, supporting his head with one hand, his collar half open, and his orange-red tail, the same color as his hair, swaying lazily behind him.

Faced with bad temptations, Sang Qing of course said no.

There is a furry cat at home that she can touch at will, but she is no longer so enthusiastic about it.

Besides, she always knew that these were adult males from the beast world, not simple animals in nature.

At most, she would touch the head a few times and stroke the back to satisfy her curiosity about different furry creatures, and she would not stay on one orc for too long.

"Sister, we are also very nice to touch." The snake lizard team also came to join in the fun.

Ah, no!

As soon as she saw the orcs from the Lizard Team, she couldn't help but think of Kunxi's unbearable scene.

——Snakes, retreat!

The orcs of the Lizard Team, who were inexplicably alienated by Sang Qing, looked at the other favored orcs with longing eyes, and turned their resentful gazes to their own captain.

"Captain, what did you do?"

"Exactly, how could you just care about your own pleasure and overturn the tables of the entire team?"

Faced with the condemning gazes of his teammates, Kunxi felt a little guilty.

The problem is, he didn't feel happy either.

The therapist must be too shy and embarrassed.

It must be!

On the empty training ground, the orcs' cheerful roars of lions, wolves, and tigers rang out...

The Cheetah Soldier quietly hid aside and reached out to touch the caracal that had just been awakened.

Sang Qing excitedly pulled Shi Ying, "Hurry, hurry, Shi Ying, come too, you shout too."

Shi Ying was frowning, but he couldn't resist his wife's insistence on hearing it, so he could only step forward, transform into a beast, and under Sang Qing's expectant eyes, he raised his head and gathered his strength to breathe out.

A reverberating beast roar that was powerful enough to pierce gold and split rocks and shocked people's hearts, carrying the might of the powerful beast king, instantly swept across the entire training ground!

"Yes, mighty and majestic!" Sang Qing stretched out his hands and hugged Shi Ying's thigh, praising.

The other orcs who shouted with the same majestic and domineering voice shed tears of envy and jealousy.

We yelled too! Why didn’t we get a hug?

This is not fair!

“Ouch—”

"唳——"

The Ascendant team also joined in, as if responding, or as if they wanted to compete with each other.

Then more and more orcs joined in, their cries filled with wildness and vitality mixed with laughter and joy, flying freely, laden with birds that broke free from their bonds and returned to the infinite freedom of the sky...

Sang Qing still remembers the first time she came to the shelter and saw their condition. They were doing the training mechanically behind the bars, as if it was a very boring thing for them.

The occasional glances he gave revealed rebelliousness, disdain, and a sense of self-indulgence, like a wild beast that refused to obey discipline, but more often than not, they were filled with reluctance, coldness, world-weariness, and numbness...

But now, there is light in their eyes, confident and cheerful, enthusiastic and lively, cunning and willful, resolute and determined...

…

Finally, everyone sat together, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, and talked about the past and the future.

The aquatic team had no program, so everyone urged Manzhu to perform a dance.

"Manzhu can dance?" Sang Qing turned his head to look at Manzhu beside him.

Manzhu is indeed slim and slender. If you ignore her crazy temper, she is extremely beautiful. In ancient times, she would be a top beauty in a brothel.

"Master Healer, as long as you ask, our captain will learn it even if he doesn't know how to do it." Omya crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and grinned, with a look of wanting to cause trouble.

Receiving Sang Qing's curious gaze, Manzhu picked up the wine glass and touched the corner of her red lips.

Dance?

Why can't you jump?

But not everyone is worthy of watching him dance.

He looked at Sang Qing, the corners of his lips raised seductively, "Little female, do you want to see?"