Fang Hua tiptoed and kissed him on the forehead to soothe his little mood.
"..."
Fang Rong blushed. What was wrong? Was she using her beauty to seduce him?
"Let's go." Fang Hua reached out and took his hand, her tail naturally wrapping around his ankle and moving with his steps.
"Hmm." For some reason, Fang Rong didn't refute it, nor did she find it annoying. Had she really fallen for the honey trap?
Every autumn and winter, large numbers of animals migrate in search of warmer places, otherwise they would starve to death when winter comes and there is nothing left here.
They set off in autumn, reached a warm place in winter, and returned the following year.
The shamans here also belong to the tribe; they follow the tribe when it leaves and return when it returns.
The shaman who rescued Fang Rong was from an outside tribe, just passing through and would be leaving today.
He came twice when Fang Rong woke up, leaving behind a few packets of medicine and a few other daily instructions before leaving.
He's a very nice person, but he doesn't talk much, which gives off a feeling of being aloof and unapproachable.
Fang Rong never took the initiative to contact him; Fang Hua usually did it on her behalf. To be honest, he felt a little embarrassed. The female was quite beautiful and fit his aesthetic standards, giving off a god-like vibe. She also had a unique temperament, which was a first for him, so he didn't quite know how to communicate with her.
Fortunately, although the man was not talkative, he was very kind to Hua and agreed to travel with him without hesitation.
Fang Rong doesn't speak the local language, making communication difficult. She wants to learn traditional Chinese medicine but doesn't know how to express it, so she just stands there awkwardly, doing things like moving firewood.
There is more than one shaman in the tribe; most of them are apprentices, with only one old shaman and the red-robed shaman being the true shamans.
Wizards are divided into apprentices and wizards, and there is also an old wizard. Although he doesn't know how others address wizards, he can still repeat what they say.
"Bazaar Wizard?" This was the first time he had spoken, repeating the name of the wizard who had saved him, just like everyone else.
Baza is a name, and shaman is a general term for healers; shaman also means healer.
Amidst her busy schedule, Baza turned around and gave him a slight smile, a bright and captivating smile.
He truly lives up to his reputation as a male god.
Fang Rong was stunned for a while. He wasn't a fangirl, and his feelings for the bazaar were more like the impulse he felt when he was chasing after a star. He was suddenly amazed by what he saw.
I've only ever felt this way with Li Wenyang. The first time I saw Li Wenyang was at a bar. He was dressed in women's clothes, holding a cigarette, with heavy makeup on his face, looking like a mature older sister. He also spoke with a magnetic voice that made people's hearts itch.
If Li Wenyang is the type who will lie down on her own before you even have to push her over, then Baza is the kind of beautiful, kind, and pure angel, radiating holy light from head to toe.
You can't believe there are still such kind people in this world, so poised and elegant, like a lady from a respectable family.
Thump! Thump thump!
Bazaar picked up a live, frog-like creature from the bucket and put it into the stone mill to crush it, each crushing spurting out blood.
...
vomit!
Fang Rong felt a wave of nausea. That was a living, breathing person. Which eye of his was blind to think that Bazaar was kind?
If someone is truly kind, why would they use a live animal as a medicinal ingredient?
However, this seems to be the case with traditional Chinese medicine. Not only can frogs be used as medicine, but also things like children's urine, animal feces, bird feathers, and fish whiskers. There is nothing that traditional Chinese medicine cannot use. Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive, with tens of thousands of medicinal materials alone.
Fang Rong seemed to have thought of something bad, and couldn't help but gag.
No wonder this medicine is so bitter; it's not fit for human consumption.
Luckily, I didn't see the medicinal ingredient back then; if I had, I would never have been able to drink it.
He felt a pang of regret and wondered if he should continue.
He was so frightened that he didn't even notice when Fang Hua called out to him on the way.
The group walked and stopped frequently, and didn't go very far in the afternoon. Baza and his team would occasionally ask to stop and pick some herbs, which the group generally understood. Some orcs even volunteered to help them find herbs, and Fang Rong was one of them.
Because he was frightened today, he couldn't drink the medicine Fang Hua had prepared, even with honey added.
"What’s wrong with you?"
When he went to help at noon, Fang Hua was hunting with other orcs. Although he was worried about Fang Rong, he also knew the rules of the forest. No one liked to have a burden on them. If the two of them did nothing, they would be kicked out by the tribe chief.
"It's nothing." Fang Hua was quite looking forward to his studying medicine. If he suddenly said he was not going to study it anymore, Fang Hua would definitely be very disappointed, even if he didn't say it on the surface.
"What? You're not going to study anymore?"
Fang Rong kicked him, "Don't try to read my mind."
"No," Fang Hua denied. "It wasn't intentional."
“Even if it’s not intentional, it won’t work.” Fang Rong took a deep breath, feeling that this must be a task sent to him by heaven. There are many alternative medicinal materials in traditional Chinese medicine, and it is not necessary to kill animals.
If he learns it, he can use other medicinal herbs instead, and after he graduates, his apprentices will teach it to him generation after generation. This would be a great thing for the forest.
Fang Rong made up his mind and stopped worrying so much. Of course, the first big problem he faced was learning the local language.
Because she lacked the talent, it took her ages to learn even a simple greeting, and Fang Hua had to watch over her. Fang Hua's mind-reading ability finally came in handy, giving Fang Rong a helpful reminder.
Fang Rong had no prior knowledge of the language, so learning it was very tiring for him. However, he was also clever and devised his own method for learning languages, relying on psychological guessing.
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