Chapter 67 Why don’t you just die?
Teng withdrew his gaze, and his dark green eyes swept across Mo Yan's sinister expression with a cold look.
When Fu Ying was not around, he seemed to have turned back into the gloomy and murderous Teng, with sharp and cold eyes, like a poisoned blade, and a cold aura shrouded his entire body.
Mo Yan raised his chin slightly, his scarlet eyes were dark, and he returned a cold look.
"Don't think about her."
Teng's voice was low and cold, and those few words contained an undisguised warning.
Hearing this, Mo Yan's lips slowly curled up into a sarcastic arc.
He tilted his head and looked Teng up and down with contempt, as if he was looking at an ignorant fool who didn't even know who he was, and yet he dared to warn him?
Haha, now he is looking forward to it, looking forward to the day when Teng knows Fu Ying’s true identity.
Meeting Mo Yan's contemptuous gaze, Teng's dark green pupils narrowed slightly, a dark light flashing, and murderous intent disappeared in an instant: "What do you know?"
Mo Yan suddenly chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly.
He raised his pale, slender fingers, tapped his throat lightly, then turned and walked back into the tribe.
Mo Yan's steps were extremely calm, as if the tension just now had not existed. However, the meaningful gesture before leaving made Teng's palm clench suddenly, and the oppressive feeling in the air lingered for a long time.
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Fu Ying tapped her toes lightly and her figure flew through the woods like a swallow.
Although Qinglan was blind, his steps were not at all disordered and he was able to accurately bypass many obstacles.
The Frost Plains Tribe is some distance away from the Cangshan Tribe. The further north you go, the more biting the cold becomes.
The lush green grass leaves were gradually replaced by dead grass. Two days later, the outlines of the continuous snow-capped mountains were looming in the twilight. It was hard to imagine that the climate of Beishan could be so clearly divided during the hunting season.
The white breath exhaled by Fu Ying condensed into frost and hung on her eyelashes. She took out a fur cloak and put it on.
To reach the snow-capped mountains where the Frost Plains Tribe is located, one needs to pass a cliff. On the cliff is a thick log with a large diameter, but it is covered with a layer of broken ice, which is terrifying to look at.
Fu Ying followed behind Qinglan and watched him calmly step onto the log bridge. The cold wind carrying frost and snow blew up the bone ornaments in his hair, making his back look extremely calm, like the owner of this steep snow-capped mountain.
Looking at Qinglan's back, Fu Ying suddenly understood why the original owner liked Qinglan.
This male protagonist has a charming charm that makes people fall in love with him.
Fu Ying stood at this end of the log, the mountain wind blowing the broken snow across the fur on her cloak.
Suddenly, Qinglan's slender figure paused slightly on the log, and then a vine noose stretched straight, and Qinglan fell into the abyss of the cliff, his flaxen hair and bone ornaments fluttering in the strong wind.
He was caught by one foot in a vine noose and hung upside down in mid-air.
A loud laugh echoed from the other side of the snowy mountain: "Qinglan, have you found the witch?"
"If you ask me, your Frostfield Tribe is already on the verge of destruction. Why are you still wasting your energy? You're a bunch of useless people infected with the plague curse. You all deserve to die!"
"Who did he ask for help? Could it be that evil woman he had a pact with? Hahahaha——"
"With all the people from the Frost Plains tribe dead, even the Snow Eagles on the Snowy Mountains wouldn't dare peck at them, right?"
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Vicious ridicules pierced the cold wind and drifted into Fu Ying's ears.
She glanced at Qinglan, who was hanging upside down in the air like a corpse, pursed her lips, and then looked at the orc who was constantly shaking the vine noose and enjoying the torture, and a nameless anger rose in her heart.
Snow leopards are the top predators in the snowy mountains, and the Frost Plains Tribe is even more powerful, but now they have fallen to this point.
A cold light flashed in Fu Ying's eyes, and the frost whip suddenly flew out, drawing a cold arc in the frost and snow.
The long whip was wrapped around Qinglan's waist. She used a little force to pull him back from mid-air. Then, she tapped her toes lightly, jumped up, flew over the cliff, and landed gracefully on the other side of the snow-capped mountain with Qinglan in her arms.
Qinglan looked at Fuying with empty eyes, as if he was looking at a distant nightmare.
His body was tense and extremely stiff, and an almost hideous look of disgust suddenly appeared on his cold face.
Fu Ying was about to speak, but seeing the disgust on his face, she didn't know what to say.
At this moment, Qinglan's whole body convulsed violently, and he suddenly retched. Then he pushed her away with all his strength and stumbled backward, as if he was trying to escape from something more terrifying than death.
Fu Ying frowned and looked down at his hands. Is it poisonous?
The orcs who had been teasing Qinglan came back to their senses from their shock, stared at Fu Ying, and screamed, "Witch... It's a witch! This female is a witch! Go away—"
In a flash, a group of people turned into beasts and fled in all directions like birds and beasts.
Only then did Fu Ying see clearly that it was actually a group of marmot beastmen.
Marmots are at the bottom of the food chain in the snow mountains. Unexpectedly, they dared to bully the snow leopard orcs like this.
Fu Ying's eyes were cold. The moment he turned to look at Qinglan, a sharp bone knife was already at her throat. The blade, shining with a cold light, cut through the air, startling a strand of hair on the side of her cheek.
In a flash, she reacted quickly, bent down and spun around, kicking Qinglan's wrist bone with her toes accurately!
The bone knife fell on the thick snow with a dull sound, just like Fu Ying's mood at the moment.
Her eyes fell on Qinglan's limp wrist.
The kick just now was so hard that the wrist bone was broken and the hand was twisted at an unnatural angle.
On the back of his hand, the rotten tribal totem was exposed, looking particularly dirty against the white snow.
Qing Lan trembled all over, but not because of pain. His black eyes were fixed on her face, and his pale lips opened and closed, mechanically squeezing out poisonous words: "Why don't you just die?"
Fu Ying's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he suddenly thought of some ominous speculation.
She tilted her head, a strange look in her eyes: "You can see through me?"
The Disguise Pill is a product of the fairy world and is almost invincible in the Orc Continent. Even Bai Cang with the Eight-Star Mark cannot see through it. Unexpectedly, Qinglan was able to recognize her identity after just a brief contact with her.
Is this what people say, "The blind have a clearer mind"? Is this the case with blind eyes and clear minds?
Qinglan hunched over silently, digging his fingers deep into the snow, groping for the bone knife.
His movements were slow and stiff, like a puppet with torn threads, but he still stubbornly stabbed the blade at Fu Ying again and again, even though his wrist bone was broken and the blade had long been blunted by the cold.
"It's never-ending, is it?" Fu Ying finally became furious after kicking the bone knife out of his hand for the fourth time.
She had a cold face, and she made hand gestures with her fingertips, and a stream of light sank into Qinglan's forehead.
His body stiffened, his arms dropped limply, and his face became confused.
Fu Ying has always disdained to use such means on the mission targets, but Qinglan is too persistent and very annoying. Fortunately, his star pattern is broken and he can be slaughtered at will, and the bewitching spell takes effect effortlessly.
"Let's go back to the Frost Plains Tribe and tell your people that I'm the witch you invited back from the Cangshan Tribe."
She looked at Qinglan with a unhappy expression.
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