After looking at each other for a while, Meng Yuqing found that there were dark circles under Linghuan's eyes, as if he had not slept all night.
The two were silent for a while, and Meng Yuqing said softly, "It's okay."
Linghuan lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Xuan and Ya had already stood up. Meng Yuqing quickly put on his shoes and ran towards them.
The road was very quiet, many tribes had not yet woken up and the stalls were not open.
The three of them ate the food that Meng Yuqing took out from the space. For Xuan and Ya, it was not enough to fill them up, but at least they didn't feel hungry.
The stall of the orcs from the northern tribe had not yet opened, and three orcs were guarding the "items".
When they found that the "object" was blocking their way, they kicked it without hesitation, specifically aiming at the injured part.
The orc who was kicked groaned and looked at the orc who kicked him with hatred.
His gaze angered the guards, who picked up a rough wooden stick and hit him on the head.
Just when the stick was aimed at the orc's head, an orc with gray-black hair nearby reached out and grabbed the stick.
The guarding orc glanced at the orc, then sneered, struggled to break free from the orc, and hit the orc on the back with a stick.
The orc lowered his head and took the blow without making any sound.
Ya, who was standing behind Xuan, saw this scene and suddenly lowered his head. His animal pupils and fangs emerged, and his animal armor appeared uncontrollably.
He clenched his fists, blood seeping from his palms.
Meng Yuqing patted his shoulder gently, then took out a piece of animal skin and handed it to Ya, motioning him to cover his face.
I didn't notice it yesterday, but when I looked carefully today, I realized that the orc with gray-black hair looked so much like Ya.
No wonder Xuan remembered the other person after just a glance.
At this point, it's hard not to suspect that they are related by blood.
The three of them found a corner where they could see the Northern Tribe's stall and waited for it to start business.
Ya grabbed some mud from the ground and covered his forehead, eyebrows and eyes with it, then used animal skin to cover the lower half of his face.
Xuan and Ya both gave people the impression that they were both strong, so even though they had been standing there, no one dared to ask too many questions or disturb them.
When Meng Yuqing saw people from various tribes starting to get up and prepare to set up their stalls, he gently pulled Xuan.
"What's wrong?" Xuan looked down at him.
"Would you like to tone down your aura a bit? Put on some more mud? You're from the north, after all. What if they sense you're an evolved orc and start paying special attention to you?"
The system had previously said that "he" in the north should not see Xuan's face. When he was about to take out another piece of animal skin to cover Xuan's face, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"Host, the one who can recognize his human form must be a very powerful person."
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Such a simple sentence reveals a lot of information, although the system itself may not be aware of it.
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