Chapter 42 Seven Days
Fu Ying glanced at Feng Yin and secretly complained in her heart. Her face was indeed ugly now, but if she changed back to her original appearance, she would be beautiful, but she was afraid that he would lose interest even more.
Feng Yin turned and walked deeper into the tribe, his steps dragging, showing his complete lack of interest.
He turned his back to Fu Ying and waved his hand casually, his lingering voice filled with weariness and perfunctory: "Okay, you can stay in the tribe for the time being."
As soon as these words were spoken, the orcs of the Fengyin tribe became excited and their eyes lit up.
A female, and a witch with amazing abilities, who was even willing to jump off the Cliff of Thorns in order to find beast crystals for her beast husband. Such a good female, temporarily living in their tribe, wasn't that an opportunity that came right to her doorstep?
Mao Qi frowned and looked at Fu Ying with some worry.
"Wait!" Seeing Feng Yin walking away, Fu Ying put away the whip and chased after him.
"Is there anything else?" Feng Yin's tone was cold and impatient.
Fu Ying shrugged and said confidently, "I haven't seen the beast crystal yet, so how do I know if you're lying? Show it to me first. Once I'm sure there's nothing wrong, we can stay at Fengyin Tribe. It'll only take seven days, and after that, you'll be back to normal. How do you think?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards Feng Yin.
Feng Yin licked the corner of his lips, his action having a somewhat morbid and weird look.
Then, a string of gentle yet creepy chuckles escaped from his throat, and his fingers climbed up Fu Ying's palm little by little, stroking it gently. His movements were intimate, but also brought a bone-chilling chill.
He leaned forward slightly and murmured, "You know, I hate females the most. Looking at your face, my hands itch so badly that I can't wait to tear your skin off right now."
"Why do you want to negotiate with me? Huh?" Feng Yin's tone was gentle, but every word was filled with malice.
Fu Ying's expression was calm. He didn't dodge Feng Yin's approach, his hands still spread out. "Beast Crystal."
Feng Yin paused, then slowly stepped back, carefully examining Fu Ying's expression. After a moment, he curled his lips and said in a lingering voice that was filled with indescribable charm, "Follow me."
Fu Ying nodded and was about to follow when he suddenly remembered something. He turned to Mao Qi who was standing at the entrance of the tribe and said, "Mao Qi, you can go back. This time it's all thanks to you. Thank you!"
Cat Seven, looking rather frail, shouted, "Little female, can we meet again?"
"Maybe!" Fu Ying replied and followed Feng Yin into the depths of the tribe. Their figures were soon swallowed up in the twilight.
The words were uncertain, but the fact was that they would definitely meet again.
After getting the beast crystal, she will leave the bottom of the Thorn Cliff, but as long as Feng Yin is here, she will come back.
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Following Feng Yin, Fu Ying looked into the depths of the tribe along the way.
She looked at the tribe built under the sand with a little surprise. The quicksand was loose and easy to collapse. She didn't expect that Feng Yin had the ability to build such a dark and deep tribe deep in the sand.
Feng Yin's residence was also built with thorny vines and covered with snow-white animal skins, making it very conspicuous.
In the Orc Continent, which is rife with dangers, white is an extremely dangerous color. It is out of place and too eye-catching. There is almost no possibility of hiding among the mountains, rivers, and vegetation, making it easy to become a target of public criticism.
However, Feng Yin seemed to like this color that was not in line with nature.
Whether it is the animal skins or accessories on his body, they are all pure white. Even the aura around him exudes this "rampant" tone. Perhaps this comes from his animal form, the white fox.
White is his innate mark.
Fu Ying's gaze unconsciously fell on Feng Yin in front of him. His long silver hair fell freely like flowing moonlight. His hair was almost extremely soft, swaying gently with his steps, light and elegant.
Feng Yin was the first to push the door open. The house built with thorny vines was very spacious. Some sharp edges and corners were smoothed out, and it was inlaid with lustrous animal crystals. Yes, they were orc crystals, not animal cores.
In the corner, a bed made of snow-white animal bones exuded a chill. It was unclear whether it was from an orc or a wild beast, but judging by Fengyin's current temperament, it was most likely the former.
As soon as he entered the door, Feng Yin did not go to get the beast crystal, but walked straight to the window.
He leaned forward slightly, bent down slightly, and fixed his eyes on the wooden basin under the window.
The basin was filled with clear water, the surface of which shimmered with light. He stared at the water quietly, as if he were looking into the eyes of an old friend. After a moment, his lips parted, a soft laugh escaped, and he said leisurely, "It still looks this ugly."
Fu Ying paused slightly. For Yu Fengyin, this was truly a pain that penetrated into his bones.
He straightened up, walked to the bone bed, grabbed a handful of beast crystals from it, and scattered them casually on the bed: "Look."
Fu Ying looked at the scattered, colorful animal crystals and pursed her lips slightly.
Soon, she caught a glimpse of lightning. It was a beast crystal with fine lightning patterns flashing on its surface.
The five lightning patterns represent that this was once a beast crystal of a five-star lightning-attributed orc.
Fu Ying breathed a sigh of relief; indeed, he was not swallowed.
Feng Yin gently hooked the beast crystal with his fingertips, and the beast crystal swirled around his fingertips. He spoke with emphasis, his tone gentle and lingering: "You should be thankful that this beast crystal has only been in my hands for a short time, otherwise..."
The second half of Feng Yin's words remained quietly on his lips, without another word being uttered.
Fu Ying understood what he meant. To the fallen orcs, the tremendous energy contained in the beast crystals was like a drug, emitting a deadly temptation. Even though they knew that absorbing the energy of the beast crystals might cause their bodies to explode and die, driven by primitive impulses, they would still devour the beast crystals regardless of everything and devour them like moths to a flame.
Fu Ying raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yin: "I need to live with you for these seven days."
Afraid that Feng Yin would misunderstand her and think she had other intentions, she added, "It will only take seven days to heal your face, but you have to keep an eye on it all the time. You'll see results on the first day, so don't worry about me deceiving you."
Feng Yin was playing with the beast crystal in his hand, and a soft laugh entered his ear, making people's hearts numb.
Feng Yin was half-leaning on the bone bed, one leg slightly bent and the other stretched out. He looked relaxed and comfortable, but his eyes were disdainful. "Are you afraid that I'll swallow this beast crystal?"
Fu Ying: “…”
She really found it difficult to talk to these male protagonists who were suffering from "paranoia".
If you are not careful, you will touch their sensitive and suspicious nerves.
"No, it's just for facial treatment." Fu Ying's face was calm. With a flip of his wrist, a box of ancient ointment appeared in his hand, which contained the Jade Skin Reshaping Cream.
As soon as the ointment was taken out, the room was filled with a pungent stench.
Feng Yin's expression changed, and he frowned as he looked at the ointment in Fu Ying's hand, his tone filled with disgust: "Take it away!"
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Fu Ying glanced at him and opened the ointment. A foul smell filled the air, so strong that it seemed to have a physical substance, going straight into the nasal cavity, making people's eyes sore and nauseous.
Feng Yin's expression suddenly became so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and a dark mist lingered around him.
Fu Ying knew that he was a mysophobe, but he had to use this medicine.
She no longer hesitated, raised her hand lightly, and in an instant, a long needle appeared out of thin air in her palm.
The long needle is straight, and the sharp blade flashes with a cold light.
Feng Yin's lifeless eyes slowly narrowed, and he was about to speak sarcastically, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if they were tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and his whole body was shocked.
His body, which was originally leaning lazily, unconsciously sat up slightly, his face full of disbelief, staring at Fu Ying, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion.
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