Chapter 70: What a Pretentious Person
Qinglan's hollow eyes were as solid as the abyss, and the scarlet bloodstains winding down from his brow were particularly glaring. However, there was no ripple on his handsome and pale face, as if he could not feel the pain.
He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice so soft that it seemed as if it would disappear into the wind at any moment: "Have you prepared the medicine?"
Fu Ying looked at Qinglan quietly. The discussions around him continued and the insults were still ringing in his ears.
Her eyes were cold, and she suddenly grabbed Qinglan's hand and held it high, allowing the orcs to witness her touching the rotten tribal totem on the back of his hand, pus and blood oozing through her slender fingers.
"I'm a witch." Her voice was neither salty nor cold, but exceptionally cool. "I also have a way to cure the Frostfield Tribe's plague."
"The Beast God has compassion for all living beings. He doesn't allow you to wantonly bully and trample on others."
"I'll protect the Frost Plains Tribe. I don't want to hear such harsh words again."
As soon as the words fell, the whip flashed, and a cold light suddenly crackled -
"boom--"
The whip wind swept across, and the huge rocks exploded, and the flying debris brushed across the orcs' frightened faces.
Fu Ying had a smile on his lips, his fingertips casually wrapped around the whip tail, his eyes were like blades, rolling through the crowd inch by inch, and finally fell on Mi Duo's eyes burning with hatred.
"certainly--"
She suddenly chuckled, holding Qinglan's hand and approaching Mi Duo, looking her up and down at her suddenly panicked expression: "You can take this as... a threat."
There was complete silence all around.
Qinglan suddenly broke free from her grip, staggered back two steps, and hit his back hard against the rock wall. He was convulsing as if in stress, and painful dry heaves came out of his throat.
Fu Ying's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart: You are so pretentious.
She didn't bother to pay attention to him. She took a deep breath, turned to look at the crowd, and said impatiently: "Alright, everyone disperse, continue. I haven't bought everything yet. Those who sell medicine, take out all the medicines you are hiding and those you don't recognize."
As he spoke, Fu Ying raised his fingertips, and a cloth bag in his palm flipped in the air in an arc.
She weighed the bag carelessly, and the heavy crystal cores inside collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Every rise and fall made the eyes of the orcs around her twitch.
Fu Ying curled his lips and suddenly closed the bag of beast cores in his hand. The hard beast cores squeezed against each other, making a teeth-grinding friction sound. "What are you still standing there for?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion all around. All the orcs who were selling medicinal herbs at the tribal trade meeting came over with animal skin bags, and instantly forgot what had just happened.
"Witch! Look at these herbs of mine! They were all dug outside the snowy mountains. They are very fresh!"
"Go away, Wu, I collected all these from the snowy mountain wall, and I was attacked by a four-star beast! This must be good stuff!"
"Wu, this thing I picked is like a flower, I can't recognize it, how about you take a look?"
“…”
Fu Ying looked through them one by one, without missing a single one, and gained a lot.
Qinglan held onto the rock wall with his hands. Although he couldn't see anything, he could hear the excited voices of the orcs around him. His fingertips couldn't help but dig into the cracks in the rock, and there was no expression on his handsome face.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the noise gradually subsided.
The orc vendors dispersed, and Fuying sat up lazily.
She turned her head and looked at Qinglan, who was still leaning against the stone wall, as if he had merged with the shadows.
This person is like a broken puppet.
"The herbs are all here." Fu Ying said in a cold voice, staring at Qinglan. The blood on his forehead had dried up, but it looked a little creepy.
The corners of her lips curled up in a sarcastic arc. "Don't look so lifeless. You still have to clean up the mess of the Frost Plains Tribe. Let's go."
Fu Ying walked in front, in a good mood. The Orc Market was a pleasant surprise, saving her the trouble of crossing mountains and rivers to find medicine.
*
Mido returned to the Snow Wolf Tribe, picked up the stick at hand, and hit the two beastmen on the head.
"Waste! Waste! You can't even protect your own mistress, what use do I have for you—"
The two beast husbands had already transformed into beast forms, their bodies tense and they dared not dodge.
They crawled on the ground with their ears drooping close to their heads, and made a "woooo" sound from their mouths.
One of the beastmen was curled up in a pool of blood, his right hind leg twisted at a strange angle, with white bone spurs piercing through his fur, obviously broken.
For a male, being disabled means losing the ability to hunt.
Mido was still not satisfied. With a ferocious look on his face, he tore at their fur, his nails digging deep into their flesh. He shouted harshly, "You two losers! I'd rather pull out your wolf fangs and throw them to feed the hyenas!"
Mido's violent roar almost spread throughout the entire tribe.
After a while, she finally got tired, supporting herself on the wooden stick and breathing heavily.
She looked at the overwhelming snow outside with a sinister expression.
"Blind, infected with the plague, crawling back to the frost plains like a jackal, Qinglan, ah Qinglan..."
Mido had a sick smile on his face and muttered something.
Qinglan didn't want her at the beginning, and instead formed a pact with Fuying of the Oasis Tribe. He did get his retribution, but the Frost Plain Tribe has not been destroyed until now, and even got help from the witch. How is this possible?
Witch? Oh, so what if I'm a witch?
She wants them all dead!
"Go, tell Ye Ya—" Mido's voice was strange, and suddenly he laughed nervously: "Just tell him that I am willing to form a pact with him, but I need his... help."
*
On the other side, Fu Ying and Qing Lan took advantage of the night and returned to the Frost Plains Tribe.
Jia had been waiting at the door, and his eyes lit up when he saw the two people coming back.
"——Wu! Brother Qinglan!"
She ran over hurriedly, and the animal bone necklace around her neck jingled against her chest.
Fu Ying's gaze lingered on Jia's neck for a moment, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up meaningfully. This animal bone necklace and the bone ornaments wrapped around Qinglan's hair are similar in nature.
Unlike the original owner, she had no intention of separating the two.
But since Qinglan has taken the position of the male protagonist who will never have an heir, she has to complete the task.
The so-called unloved one is the mistress. She doesn't agree with this statement. Since they have already made a contract, then she is legitimate. She can have a baby and then divorce. It should be reasonable, right?
"Don't come over here."
Qinglan stopped Jia from approaching Fuying and asked in a hollow voice, "How are the tribe members?"
Fu Ying glanced at him indifferently, not caring about Qinglan's defense.
Jia paused and stopped three meters away from Fuying.
She was a little puzzled, but her eyes sparkled as she said joyfully, "Thanks to the witch! The tribe's illness hasn't gotten any worse, and Gemaru has woken up! Brother Qinglan, go see her!"
Qinglan's whole body trembled, and he staggered forward half a step: "Mother... is awake?"
Fu Ying glanced at him and rarely saw such emotions from Qinglan.
She stepped forward and interrupted Qinglan and Jia: "Alright, you guys have plenty of time to talk. Find me a quiet place first. I need to make some medicine."
To be precise, it is refining medicine.
The Qingwen Pill is not of high level, but the spiritual energy in the Orc Continent is thin, so she needs to use the formation to gather spiritual energy to refine the medicine.
Jia didn't dare to delay and quickly responded: "Wu, please follow me!"
She brought Fu Ying into the tribe. Qinglan hesitated slightly but followed them.
He was worried about letting Jia and Fuying stay together.
Jia brought Fu Ying to a quiet cave. His voice was very soft and a little lonely. "Wu, this is where the Wu of our Frost Plains tribe originally lived. It's very quiet."
Fu Ying took a look and nodded without making any choice, saying, "Okay, it will take me about three days. The spiritual formation will be there during these days, so the disease will not spread any further. Don't let anyone disturb me."
Jia nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry! I will definitely keep a good lookout!"
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