Chapter 71: I saved you, but you can’t kill me in the future
Fu Ying said nothing more, turned around and entered the cave, but this time he did not set up any restrictions.
After all, the Frostfield Tribe is collectively infected with the disease, and if anything happens, they need to be taken care of at all times.
Jia clasped his hands together on his chest and whispered, "Thank you, Beast God, thank you, Wu."
Qinglan stood behind her and heard her voice and said lightly: "Do you trust her very much?"
Hearing this, Jia quickly turned around and looked at Qinglan, nodding his head emphatically: "Brother Qinglan, the witch you invited from the Cangshan Tribe is amazing! She really can cure the plague! Our Frost Plain Tribe will be fine!"
Qinglan didn't respond. He stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, then turned and walked towards the tribe.
Jia bit her lower lip and suddenly called out to him, "Brother Qinglan! Wait a moment!"
Qinglan paused, his ethereal voice tinged with a chill, intoxicating yet distant tone: "What's the matter?"
Jia pursed his lips, his fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of his fur coat, and asked, "Brother Qinglan, the tribe is saved. We don't have to sacrifice the Beast God. Are you willing to be with me?"
Qinglan's hollow eyes were like a bottomless whirlpool. He didn't look back, his expression was cold and his whole body was filled with indifference and alienation, as if he was out of tune with the world: "Jia, I have already made a pact."
Jia's face turned pale: "But, but, but a female like Fu Ying..."
"No matter what kind of female Fu Ying is, once we've made a pact, it's a pact."
In the moonlight, he stood tall and clear, his figure as thin as a bamboo, but his words were straightforward.
"Jia, you can find a better male to form a bond with." Qinglan said lightly, turned and left, his lonely figure gradually blending into the vast night of the tribe.
Jia's pretty face was filled with gloom, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed softly.
*
In the cave.
Fu Ying doesn't have the time to care about Qinglan's love affairs.
There was a large cauldron in front of her, with a blazing fire underneath, and the herbs were put in one by one according to the proportions.
Refining medicine is a long and silent process.
Three days passed in a flash.
Fu Ying stared at the furnace that was already emitting the aroma of medicine, breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Although there was a formation to gather spiritual energy, this was not a world of immortals after all, and the spiritual energy was still thin, which consumed his energy.
During these three days, the Frost Plains Tribe was very quiet and no one came to disturb her, which allowed her to concentrate on refining medicine.
Fu Ying closed his eyes slightly, and the sparkling light from his fingertips shot into the cauldron.
Outside the cave.
Jia frowned, feeling a little anxious, and paced back and forth at the entrance of the cave.
Qinglan came over and said to Jia, "You go eat something, I'll keep watch."
"Brother Qinglan, it's almost been three days. Wu...Wu should be fine, right?" Jia looked into the cave with an anxious expression, but saw nothing.
Qinglan shook his head and said calmly, "I don't know."
He didn't care how Fu Ying became a witch, nor did he care why she came to cure the plague in the Frost Plains Tribe. As long as the plague was cured and the tribe was safe, then, as he said, they owed each other nothing.
"Go and rest." Qinglan said again.
Jia sighed and left, looking back every few steps.
Qinglan stood quietly at the entrance of the cave, with snow flying all over the sky.
At the open collar of his animal skin coat, a jade-like collarbone was faintly visible, with an elegant curve.
He didn't seem to feel the cold. He was quiet and alone, and his whole body was clearer and cleaner than the white snow.
Suddenly, there was a sound of the earth cracking, tearing the silence of the snowfield.
Qinglan suddenly turned around, facing the snow-capped mountains, and a hint of bitterness appeared on his slightly pale face.
On the top of the mountain, the snow suddenly collapsed with a roar, pouring down like a waterfall, carrying the force of thunder and rushing straight towards the Frost Plain Tribe. The overwhelming snow waves were about to swallow this place in an instant.
Jia, who had just run a short distance, suddenly changed his expression: "The Snow Dragon has turned over, and the Frost Plains Tribe... is about to be submerged."
Her knees slammed into the frozen ground, the rushing snow reflected in her wide pupils. The tears froze into ice crystals the moment they fell, and her expression was filled with despair. "Beast God, why do you treat us like this?"
Snow Dragon's comeback has always been foreshadowed, but this time it came so quickly and without any sign, leaving them no chance.
With the witch's help, their Frost Plains Tribe was obviously on the verge of recovery. Why?
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, huge yaks are galloping, away from the pouring snow.
Mido sat astride the back of the leading giant yak, looking calm. As she looked back at the Frost Plains Tribe that was gradually being swallowed by the snow waves, a smile of morbid satisfaction bloomed on her red lips.
She gently stroked the giant yak's mane and murmured, "Wild yak, it's all thanks to you."
…
Qinglan stood at the entrance of the cave, and suddenly raised the corner of his lips. The white mist he exhaled blurred the arc of his sneer: "Even after death, will you still be with Fu Ying?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light mockery sounded: "Who wants to die with you?"
Qinglan was startled, and before he could react, he felt the wind blowing beside his ear, lifting the bone ornament in his hair.
A figure passed by him.
After a moment, a lingering voice lingered in his ear: "If I save you, you can't kill me from now on."
Immediately afterwards, a medicine bag fell into his arms and landed on his palm, with a slight warm medicinal fragrance.
Fu Ying looked at the rushing snow with cold eyes, but secretly groaned in his heart.
She is just a worker, not a savior, so why does she have to make it so difficult?
Even if he was cheating, facing this avalanche that swallowed the sky and the earth——
"Tsk, this deal is a huge loss!" Fu Ying glided out lightly, facing the rolling snow, she did not retreat but advanced. She gripped the long whip tightly with her backhand, and the whip blew vigorously, making a clanging sound!
Amidst the falling snow, the light shines brightly!
Her frail figure was like a small boat in the raging sea, forcing her to build a barrier in front of the avalanche, protecting the entire Frost Plains Tribe behind her.
Full of despair, Jia raised his eyes and watched Fu Ying face the challenge head-on.
"The Snow Dragon... has been blocked!" Jia's pupils suddenly shrank, his chest heaved, and he gasped violently. When he looked at Fu Ying's figure, he was full of shock.
Fu Ying's eyes were cold, and his long whip rolled like a dragon, splitting the surging snow waves into a crack.
The snow was flying all over the sky, reflecting a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.
Snow waves came one after another, the light around her gradually dimmed, and the barrier collapsed, but her frail figure remained motionless in the surging snow waves, stopping the overwhelming avalanche.
Jia stared at Fu Ying's back in a daze: "Brother Qinglan, is she really a witch?"
Qinglan stood quietly, his hollow eyes reflecting no light or shadow, yet he still stubbornly "looked" in the direction of Fuying and whispered, "Jia, do you see the snow beside her?"
Jia was stunned: "Brother Qinglan, can you..."
"I can't see."
Qinglan's voice was ethereal. He raised his hand and covered his empty eyes. The wind and snow passed through his fingers. His voice was very faint: "But I can hear the fear of the snow dragon."
The setting sun was blood-red, and the last ray of twilight sank into the top of the snow-capped mountains.
The long whip in Fu Ying's hand finally slowly dropped, and the tip of the whip left a winding trail on the snow.
The barrier behind her shattered into pieces and turned into stars in the sky.
Qinglan felt the light spots hitting his face. He reached out to catch them, but the light spots disappeared the moment they touched his palms, leaving only a chill that penetrated his bones.
Fu Ying's body swayed, his knees slammed heavily into the snow, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff".
“Crack—”
An invisible force surged around her body, and her bones made crackling sounds. Along with such crisp sounds, her originally ugly outline collapsed and reorganized like melted wax.
Although he blocked the impact of the avalanche, his internal energy was shaken, the power of the disguise pill was disordered and unbalanced, and the spiritual power in his meridians that maintained his appearance collapsed. His face was like faded ink, peeling off layer by layer.
The disguise pill is ineffective.
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