The weak female crying

There was really nothing much to talk about between her and Luo Heng. The latter was just a mission target to her.

After leaving, Fu Ying went straight to Qinglan's bamboo house. The house was empty because he had gone hunting and had not returned yet.

Fu Ying tidied up briefly, then sat at the table, brewed some scented tea, and waited for Qinglan to come back. This guy was also a stubborn person. If he wasn't enlightened, he might keep blaming himself for what happened at the tribal trade conference.

Speaking of which, as a female, she is a bit like a caring older sister, and she has to pay attention to everyone's physical and mental development.

As dusk fell, the bamboo house was filled with silence.

Fu Ying waited for a long time, but Qinglan didn't come back. The fatigue during pregnancy came like a tide. She didn't sit there and wait foolishly. She simply lay on the bamboo bed sideways and let sleepiness take over her.

When she woke up again, it was already dark.

Fu Ying slowly sat up and glanced around the room. Qinglan had not returned yet.

She frowned and was about to stand up when the door of the bamboo house was suddenly pushed open.

Teng strode in, his expression unusually solemn, but his expression softened the moment he saw Fu Ying.

He walked forward quickly, held her lower back firmly, and whispered, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

"Where's Qinglan?" Fu Ying looked over his shoulder toward the door. A thin mist had already risen in the dark sky.

Teng's brows were furrowed, and his voice deepened: "He hasn't come back yet, maybe something happened."

An evening breeze blew, making the bone bells on the corners of the bamboo eaves jingle.

Fu Ying pursed her red lips, her fingertips lightly touching the inscription mark on her waist. Her pupils suddenly shrank. The inscription mark belonging to Qinglan felt a little cold. This familiar scene made her eyebrows and eyes turn cold: "Qinglan is in trouble."

There was ice in her voice, and she turned and walked out.

Teng grabbed her wrist and whispered, "I'll go with you!"

Fu Ying was about to shake her head when Bai Cang's voice rang out from outside: "Didn't we agree that you would take us with you every time you go out? Even if it means facing mountains of swords and seas of fire, we won't wait for you to come back home."

His silver hair swayed, and his gorgeous eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of coldness.

No matter what, Qinglan is also one of them, so he naturally cannot ignore it if something happens.

Fu Ying raised her eyes, her gaze briefly meeting Bai Cang's, and then nodded decisively: "Okay, let's go together."

Tanyue also appeared silently beside her, with mud on her fingertips, obviously the bamboo house had not been repaired yet.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Luo Heng pushed open the door. He stood in the corridor, his purple eyes filled with a complicated expression. He seemed hesitant, yet didn't want to be left behind. His fingertips pressed against the door frame, his knuckles white. "I...will go too."

Teng looked at Luo Heng in surprise, looked him up and down, sneered, but for the first time he did not make any sarcastic remarks.

Although this guy is timid and likes to attack from behind, he is at the Nine Star Extreme Realm after all.

Fu Ying gave Luo Heng a deep look, then turned around, his black hair drawing a sharp arc in the air: "Let's go!"

The five people plus a cub traveled quickly all the way and trekked for two days before finally arriving at a towering cliff.

The peak in front of me reached the sky, and the steep rock wall was wrapped in vast clouds and mist. The mountain wind whistled past, blowing up Fuying's scattered long hair. When I stepped into here, the snow leopard pattern on my waist became faintly hot.

Teng half-closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "This is the territory of the Golden Eagle Orcs! Cloud Cliff."

Among the beastmen, Bai Cang fell into the Thorn Cliff a few years ago and knew nothing about the situation on the mainland. Tan Yue was a sea beastman and had little understanding of the land tribes. As for Luo Heng, he was even more clueless.

Among them, only Teng had a clear understanding of some orc tribes in Beishan.

"The Golden Eagle Orcs use the Cloud Cliff as their nest and are good at air combat, but they are arrogant by nature and never interfere in the affairs of other tribes easily. Why did they suddenly kidnap Qinglan?" Teng looked puzzled, and his voice wrapped in the mountain breeze was poured into the ears of several people.

Bai Cang's huge beast pupils flickered slightly, and he said thoughtfully: "So, it's a duck?"

Fu Ying held Tuanzi in her arms and sat on the back of the white fox transformed by Bai Cang. She raised her eyes to look at the swirling clouds and mist, but a cold arc curved up her red lips: "Whether it is true or not, just ask and you will know."

She raised her white palm slightly, and thunder condensed in her palm, tearing through the clouds on the cliff like a sharp blade.

"boom--"

The moment the thunder exploded, the clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the scene hidden behind the mist was exposed to everyone. On the steep cliff, huge honeycombs hung high, and each one seemed to be shining with golden light, like a beehive, but extremely huge.

"唳——"

A cry that pierced the clouds and split the rocks suddenly rang out.

In an instant, countless golden figures rose into the sky from the nest, with their spread wings covering the sky and the sun. Each one was more than ten meters long, and the golden feathers were particularly dazzling under the sunlight. The hurricane they stirred up rolled up gravel and rushed towards the group.

Fu Ying's long hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked up at the golden bird circling in the sky.

The fierce gleam in the eyes of these birds of prey is that of a hunter.

The dark green pupils of the Teng shrank into a thin line, surging with cold murderous intent.

The giant snake and the golden eagle are old enemies.

Danyue took a silent half step forward, her light blue eyes turned into vertical pupils, and fell on the golden eagles, full of vigilance.

Bai Cang's amber eyes blinked gently, and his fluffy fox tail swept across Fu Ying's waist from time to time.

Luo Heng's face was a little pale, but he stood there without moving, his hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists.

Compared to the vigilance of several beastly husbands, Fu Ying just patted the sleeping Tuanzi gently, his expression calm and almost indifferent.

Her voice was not loud, but it was wrapped in the power of thunder and clearly penetrated the whistling wind.

"Let Yu Li come out."

The flock of golden eagles above the clouds suddenly became agitated.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Tuanzi. He sent her into space and stood up, tiny lightning flashes dancing on his fingertips. "If you took my people away without an explanation, wouldn't it make me look like an easy target?"

The moment the last two words fell, she suddenly clenched her five fingers together, and thousands of feet of thunder fell from the sky, turning into a dazzling electric net that tightly bound several golden eagles circling in the sky!

"唳——"

The golden eagle let out a shrill cry and struggled frantically, its golden feathers fluttering down like falling snow.

Fu Ying hooked his fingertips and said calmly, "Be quiet, hand over Qinglan, and you will be safe."

She had guessed a little about the Golden Eagle Clan's purpose in taking Qinglan away, but unfortunately, Yu Li had miscalculated her ability. Did he really think that she was easy to bully just because he saw her retreat at the tribal trade conference?

After a moment, a long, angry roar came from the golden eagle's nest at the highest point.

Fu Ying tilted his head and took a look. A dazzling golden eagle spread its wings angrily, and a dazzling golden light spurted out of its sharp beak. It slammed hard into the thunder electric net. The two forces collided, and a deafening roar broke out!

The silver lightning and the golden energy fought fiercely, and the golden eagle cried out and tore the power grid apart.

This Yu Li was obviously a big shot. His huge body tore a hole in the electric fence.

Fu Ying raised the corners of his lips in a cold arc and snapped his fingers.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and raindrops as big as beans poured down. The moment the rain met the lightning net, arcs of light burst out, electrocuting the golden eagle, whose feathers were soaked, causing its whole body to twitch, and a shrill wail echoed across the cliff.

She looked up at Yu Li and sneered, "One last time, hand over Qinglan."

Even though Wu was a beastly husband who had not yet been conquered, the Golden Eagle clan's indiscriminate and brutal kidnapping of people was truly hateful. She was not a weak female who could only whimper. She had plenty of strength and means.

The golden eagle clan just happened to come, so we can’t let this trip go in vain.

She wants Qinglan, and she wants Wu too.