Chapter 45: My Sister is Also a Vixen

Feng Yin sneered and said in a serious tone, "Get out!"

"Impolite." Fu Ying rolled her eyes and continued to eat. She finished the bowl of noodles very quickly, turned around to clean up, and took out a brand new box of Jade Skin Reshaping Cream.

The needle tip pierced his heart, causing severe pain. Even though he was numb from the pain, Fu Ying's expression did not change at all.

The house was once again filled with the refreshing fragrance, and Feng Yin paused.

"Just now, Benlang said that it's almost time for the high priest to give medicine. Let me give you a piece of advice. Who is the high priest? What medicine is it? And how do you hand in a sufficient number of beast crystals?"

Fu Ying's face was pale. He walked towards Feng Yin with the ointment in his hand, but his mouth was busy.

The area below the Thorn Cliff is full of Fallen Orcs, so it's not easy to gather Beast Crystals.

Feng Yin leaned against the bone bed in a lazy posture. He listened to Fu Ying's question and said quietly, "You are not a fallen orc, why do you care about this?"

Fu Ying sat down beside the bed and said naturally, "I'm concerned about you."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings became quiet and the atmosphere became a little cold.

The next moment, Feng Yin moved as fast as lightning and pinched Fu Ying's chin accurately.

His slender white fingertips gently stroked her skin, a chill creeping in. Feng Yin leaned forward slightly, his voice low and lingering: "Little female, don't try to hit on me. A female is no different from a wild beast in my presence."

Fu Ying pried Feng Yin's hands apart and asked curiously, "Why? Why do you hate women?"

The greatest progress in getting close to someone is to understand that person.

She did know Feng Yin's past, but if he didn't tell her, she couldn't pretend to feel sorry for him, right?

Feng Yin fell silent and said nothing.

Fu Ying felt a headache. This saw-mouthed gourd made him swallow everything in his heart.

"Forget it, I'll change the bandage for you." She sighed and reached out to untie the gauze wrapped around his head. Because he had transformed into a beast, the gauze had broken a little and was hanging loosely.

Feng Yin did not stop her, but just "stared" at her coldly.

"I feel better today." Fu Ying checked it and sighed that it was indeed a magical medicine with quick effects.

Feng Yin's face was wrinkled, like the skin of dry earth. After applying medicine all night, it showed signs of improvement. Those shocking wrinkles were obviously soothed and quietly moisturized.

Hearing this, Feng Yin's body suddenly stiffened.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand, his movements were slow and hesitant, and lightly touched his face. In just this brief moment, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, with his fingertips trembling slightly.

He seemed to be unbelievable that his face had actually taken a turn for the better!

Fu Ying re-bandaged Feng Yin, placed his hand on the white gauze, and whispered, "The next day."

Before Feng Yin could reach out to pat her, Fu Ying had already withdrawn her hand and said, "Since I'm useful, can you tell me about the high priest and the medicine? We are in the same boat."

Feng Yin was puzzled: "Grasshoppers on the same rope? I'm the fox and you're the grasshopper?"

When asked this question, Feng Yin looked a little strange: "It is true that female Zerg are ugly."

Fu Ying: “…”

She chuckled in her heart and silently replied: I'm sorry, my sister is also a vixen.

Feng Yin didn't take this matter to heart. Instead, he was in a good mood because his cheeks felt better.

He leaned back, his expression relaxed, like a carefree young master, and said casually, "The fallen orcs beneath the Thorn Cliff are more than just imprisoned. Every month they suffer backlash from the beast crystals, backlash that is enough to kill people. The more beast crystals they consume, the stronger they become, and the more severe the backlash."

He said this calmly and steadily, as if it was just an insignificant matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Backlash?" Fu Ying frowned and looked at Feng Yin's eyebrows.

She changed his medicine twice, but perhaps because of his disfigurement, the Fallen Star Mark between his eyebrows could not be seen clearly. However, since he could become the leader of a tribe, it was conceivable that Feng Yin must be quite powerful.

"Yes, backlash." Feng Yin replied lazily.

"The High Priest has been entrenched beneath the Cliff of Thorns for years, and no one knows his origins. However, he possesses a magical herb that can suppress the horrific backlash from consuming Beast Crystals. To survive, the Fallen Beastmen flock to this herb, leading to the monthly surrender of Beast Crystals."

"As for where the beast crystals come from..."

Feng Yin dragged out the last syllable, and then, without warning, he chuckled. The laughter was strange and a little cold. He said darkly, "Fallen orcs, don't they also have beast crystals in their bodies?"

Fu Ying was silent.

Let the fallen orcs kill each other?

She looked at Feng Yin and asked calmly, "What about you? Why don't you go and collect the beast crystals?"

Feng Yin raised his head and stretched out his long legs casually: "I don't want to get stained with blood recently. It's too dirty."

Fu Ying pursed his lips slightly and stared at Feng Yin for a long time. His words were a double entendre. Not only was he saying that killing each other was too dirty, he was also talking about himself, the cleanest white fox, who suddenly became a corrupt orc that everyone wanted to kill.

For Feng Yin, this is a nightmare that follows him throughout his life.

Fu Ying knew clearly that the high priest was definitely not a kind-hearted person, as he could seize the life-saving herbs of the fallen orcs for personal gain.

With this in mind, she stopped asking about the high priest and cleverly changed the subject: "Have you made a covenant?"

Feng Yin was filled with a growing gloom. He moved slowly, raised his hand, and touched his neck. There was a fist-sized scar there, with new and old scars overlapping. This must be due to frequent injuries.

Fu Ying's eyes followed Feng Yin's movements and fell on the hideous scar.

She felt indescribably miserable.

In the Orc Continent, males and females form a pact, and the constraints on the former are obviously more severe.

Once the bond is formed, the female's body will show the unique bond pattern of the beast husband. The pattern is as if born naturally, carrying the breath and mark of the other half.

Similarly, the male will also show the female animal-shaped bond mark, and because it is a polyandrous system, the bond mark on the male will be particularly conspicuous, indicating that the male has a bond.

Because of the "Disguise Pill", her indenture marks were temporarily hidden and they could not detect her aura. This was why neither Teng nor Feng Yin had ever doubted her.

Of course, there is also a disadvantage, which is that she can't detect the "GPS" positioning.

Feng Yin's voice was cold as he murmured, "It seems like it's about to grow again..."

Fu Ying looked at Feng Yin's sickly look, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Isn't it a coincidence that there is also a fist-sized scar on Teng's neck. However, orcs often have to hunt and deal with danger, so getting injured is normal. She didn't connect the scar with the deed mark at that time.

Now, Feng Yin's wound is exactly the same, in the same place, with the same hideous scar.

She suddenly got enlightened. Wow, these two ruthless people actually scraped off the covenant pattern that represented the contract. But because of the mandatory nature of the Beast God Contract, the covenant pattern would continue to grow, so they kept scraping it off!

How much determination and hatred does this require?

Fu Ying felt a chill down his spine.