The Unyielding Painted Snipe Youth

When Fu Ying woke up, he smelled the sticky smell of blood all around him.

She propped herself up and when she looked up, she saw a black swarm of insects surging and surrounding her tightly.

Fu Ying frowned and looked around, but the Marquis of Buye was gone.

As she woke up, the swarm of insects seemed to have received some signal. They suddenly stopped and then retreated like a tide, leaving behind winding slime on the tree trunk.

She lowered her eyes and saw several eerie animal bones lying under the tree, with undried blood still on them.

Fu Ying slowly stood up, a red line faintly visible at the fingertips.

She raised her eyes and looked into the depths of the rain, towards the dark abyss.

Although the Marquis of Buye did not stay, the fact that he was willing to drive the swarm of insects to protect her was a sign that his defenses were loosening.

Even though she had already placed protective restrictions around her body, she didn't need his kindness at all.

Of course, any progress in the strategy is a good thing. Since he has a knot in his heart, give him time to think it through.

Fu Ying smoothed his wet collar and was about to leave, returning to the Black Crocodile Swamp. Two days had passed, and if he didn't go back, those kids at home would make trouble again.

Suddenly, a loud cry was heard in the air.

Fu Ying half-closed his eyes and looked at the sky with interest.

The male Painted Snipe was still circling in the rain, its long tail feathers drawing a stubborn arc. She raised her eyebrows. This guy was quite stubborn. Was he going to betray his tribe and be with her?

Fu Ying seemed to be lost in thought, and suddenly recalled the night when he came to look for the Marquis of Buye.

If she was not mistaken, it should be Sangjie, right?

The giant lizard tribe was wiped out, and Sangjie disappeared. I didn't expect him to be hiding here.

At that time, her emotions were surging and she was burning with passion. She had no time to deal with the fish that had escaped the net. When the giant lizard tribe invaded, they almost killed Bai Cang. It seemed that Sang Jie was involved in this.

Fu Ying smiled, jumped up, and fell into the rolling morning mist.

She stretched her muscles, and the heat in her body had long since dissipated. Even her thoughts became clear, and she had time to find Sang Jie, her "old acquaintance", to reminisce about the past.

The wings of the painted snipe orc swept over the treetops and landed gently behind her.

Fu Ying didn't look back, but he heard the sound of trampling water behind him.

The colorful snipe orc had already caught up to him. After he shed his beast form, he turned out to be a handsome orc.

His young face flushed red, his brows full of shyness, but he still looked into her eyes stubbornly, and said in a trembling voice: "Can I...can I be your male?"

The end of his voice trembled, as if he had used up all his courage in his life.

Fu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, the red thread entwined around her fingertips. She curled her lips and shook her head, "No."

The pupils of the Colorful Snipe Orc suddenly shrank, and he said anxiously, "Why? I... I'm willing to do anything for you. I can be more powerful than that Zerg Orc. I can help you get through your estrus period!"

As he spoke, colorful feathers appeared on the side of his neck.

Fu Ying looked at his dim eyes and chuckled, "No."

After a direct refusal, she parted her red lips slightly and continued leisurely: "You are much more interesting than those in my family."

His voice was a little broken, and his feathers drooped a little dejectedly: "At least, give me a chance..."

Fu Ying glanced at him and said quietly, "Sang Jie, when did you come to your tribe?"

The young man from Caiyu was filled with dejection, with his head lowered and brows lowered. He followed Fu Ying closely and said hesitantly, "Sangjie is a witch who has just arrived in our tribe. He is a partner with Liu. We..."

The words stopped abruptly here.

The Caiyu youth suddenly looked up at Fu Ying, a hint of hesitation in his eyes: "Do you know Sang Jie?"

Fu Ying's eyes flickered: "We used to be from the same tribe."

The Caiyu youth's pupils trembled slightly: "But Sangjie said... everyone in her tribe died..."

"Really? Did she ever tell me how the people in her tribe died?" Fu Ying casually flicked her fingertips, her tone as light as a casual chat.

I wonder if in Sang Jie’s mind, the “tribe members” she has in mind are the people of the Banshan tribe, the Cangshan tribe, or the Giant Lizard tribe?

Speaking of which, Sang Jie is really amazing. He has witnessed the rise and fall of three tribes and was still able to escape.

Now, she has joined the Painted Snipe Tribe and become a witch. She is indeed a figure.

The young man from the Painted Snipe paused, looked around warily, lowered his voice, and took the opportunity to lean closer to Fu Ying: "Aren't you one of her people? Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Fu Ying curled his eyes, and a faint sweet fragrance lingered around his body.

The breath made the Caiyu youth's back tense, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he said in a trembling voice, "It's the Fallen Orcs. Sang Jie said that some Fallen Orcs ran out from under the Thorn Cliff."

Fu Ying sneered softly, "It seems that the tribe she has in mind is the Giant Lizard Tribe."

She didn't see Sang Jie in person that day because she was giving birth to Tuanzi in the Cangshan tribe. She heard all this from Mo Yan afterwards. It was said that Sang Jie was already pregnant with a cub at that time.

"Monster Lizard Tribe? She didn't mention that." The young man with the colorful snipe shook his head.

He looked at Fu Ying, and suddenly thought of something. He leaned forward slightly, his tone full of anticipation: "Do you want to attend this year's tribal trade conference?"

Fu Ying raised her eyelids, a nonchalant smile playing on her red lips: "Not interested."

The light in the eyes of the Painted Snipe youth suddenly dimmed, but he was still unwilling to give up. In order to keep Fu Ying, he said, "After the rainy season, the major tribes gather together. This is an annual custom, but this year..."

The Painted Snipe youth lowered his voice, revealing a hidden excitement: "But this year it's more than just exchanging supplies!"

"Oh?" Fu Ying turned to look at him, her narrow eyes filled with a bewitching brilliance.

The young man, Caiyu, seemed bewitched and said hurriedly, "The most important thing about this year's tribal trade fair is actually the key action of the major tribes uniting to encircle and suppress the fallen orcs!"

Fu Ying half-closed his eyes and lightly stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips: "Are fallen orcs fools?"

In her opinion, Bai Cang is not a fool. On the contrary, if you talk about the smartest among the beast husbands, it must be this fox. With a turn of his amber eyes, he is calculating everything.

His identity is sensitive, so he naturally wouldn't put himself in danger for no reason.

The Caiyu youth shook his head. "Of course not. However, Sangjie has already thought of a good plan. I'm sure that the fallen orc will come to me obediently. He won't even dare to fight back!"

Fu Ying stopped and looked back suddenly.

Her beautiful face was covered with a faint smile, but her features were very sharp. "Oh? Tell me about it?"

The young man with the colorful snipe didn't intend to hide it from her. He coughed lightly and said, "The fallen orc has already formed a bond, and his females are very famous in Beishan!"

"According to Sang Jie, she's been searching everywhere for her lost males lately. Coincidentally, we found one of them! Leveraging the tribal trade fair, we can follow the clues and lead them out. It shouldn't be difficult."

Fu Ying's eyes flickered, revealing just the right amount of surprise: "You found one? Who?"

The young man from the Painted Snipe shrugged his shoulders, his tone filled with disgust. "He's a Golden Eagle orc, I think his name is Wu. Unfortunately, his wings are broken. He doesn't have the ability to hunt alone, so he can only be a wandering orc."

"Wu..." Fu Ying's heartstrings moved, and he couldn't help but move his slender knuckles.

Her face suddenly brightened, and she said with a smile, "So how do you plan to lure out the real culprit?"

The young man, Caiyu, was so distracted by the smile on her face that he blurted out, "At the tribal trade fair, we'll sell that golden eagle orc in public! From now on, he'll become the lowest of wandering slaves, to be sold between the major tribes."