Chapter 72: Want to settle things? Sure!
Fu Ying stood up and wiped the blood from his lips.
She lowered her eyes to look at her slender jade-like fingers, closed them for a moment, then opened them again. She sighed and said, "That's it. Huahua is completely gone. How am I going to explain this to Teng later?"
Seeing that the avalanche had stopped, Jia immediately ran towards Fu Ying: "Wu! Wu, what are you doing..."
When Jia saw the enchantingly beautiful face beneath the plush cloak, his breathing suddenly stopped, his pupils constricted, the blood drained from his face, and an expression of disbelief and horror surfaced as he murmured, "Help, help Ying..."
Jia was terrified and took two steps back, his whole body shaking violently as if struck by lightning.
"Brother Qinglan—" Jia Lian crawled to Qinglan's side, pointing at Fuying, tears streaming from his throat: "Brother Qinglan, she is not a witch! She is Fuying! It's Fuying—"
Fu Ying turned around, his eyes lightly sweeping over Jia, then looking at Qinglan: "Feed the medicine to your people, and the epidemic will be solved. As for your eyes, I will find a way."
"This avalanche came about strangely. Perhaps it wasn't a natural disaster, but a man-made one."
"I won't leave for now. I'll leave after your people recover."
After saying that, Fu Ying walked towards the cave where the medicine was refined. Her steps were unsteady, and it was obvious that she was still seriously injured.
At this moment, Jia suddenly said in a trembling voice: "You, you are pregnant?!"
Fu Ying paused, raised his hand and touched his forehead, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Yes."
Jia's gaze lingered on Fu Ying's receding, thin figure, her knuckles unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. Suddenly, she turned to look at Qing Lan beside her, bit her lip, and her voice trembled with hesitation, "Brother Qing Lan...you've always known she was Fu Ying, right?"
Qinglan's shattered hair moved in the wind, his handsome face was calm and cold. He handed the medicine in his hand to Jia: "Give the medicine to the tribe."
Jia said in disbelief: "You actually really believe her? She is Fu Ying!"
Qinglan said calmly, "I know she is Fuying. Could the tribe's situation be any worse than it is now?"
Hearing this, Jia froze. She lowered her eyes to look at the medicine in her hand and choked up, "What on earth does she want to do? She hurt others and now comes to save them?"
Jia gritted his teeth and wanted to curse Fu Ying for being cruel, but when he thought of the scene of her fighting against the snow dragon just now and her staggering back as she walked away, his resentment suddenly lost its strength.
Fu Ying was pregnant, but she still saved the Frost Plains Tribe.
The harsh words in her throat suddenly turned into a sigh, mixed with sobs and drifted away in the wind and snow.
Jia suddenly thought of something, her pupils suddenly constricted, her fingertips suddenly grasped Qinglan's wrist, her voice trembling: "Brother Qinglan..." She locked her eyes with him: "You didn't... promise her something again?"
Every word she said seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, wrapped in fear and anger.
Qinglan shook his head, his expression cold: "No."
He just turned around, as if remembering something, and asked, "You just said she's pregnant?"
Jia's breathing hitched, he bit his lip, his fingertips unconsciously pinching into his palm.
She raised her eyes to look at Qinglan, her lips trembling, the words stuck in her throat almost bursting through her teeth -
The cub in Fuying's belly...is it yours?
But in the end, she just lowered her eyelashes and uttered an inaudible "hmm".
Prince Qinglan has already rejected her, so what's the point in asking more questions? The tribe is getting better now, and Fuying seems to have changed. It would be a good thing if Prince Qinglan could have a cub.
Thinking of this, Jia forced a smile on his face: "I'll go feed the tribe members medicine first!"
After saying that, she ran away in a hurry.
Qinglan turned around, faced the quiet rolling snow in the distance, and left the tribe.
*
Fu Ying returned to the cave, took some elixirs, sat cross-legged, and stabilized his turbulent internal energy.
After an unknown amount of time, Qinglan's ethereal voice rang out from outside the cave: "I'm coming in."
Fu Ying opened his eyes, and there was some surprise in his narrow fox eyes.
Calm and leisurely footsteps approached, bringing with them the fragrant aroma of barbecue.
Qinglan's slender figure cast a cold silhouette on the stone wall.
He was tall and slender, with a look of detachment that was untainted by the world, as white as the snow. Only the steaming barbecue in his hand added a touch of worldly air in the coldness.
"Eat it." He handed over the barbecue, his voice clear and pleasant.
Fu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked with the corner of her lips pulled: "You want to poison me to death?"
Qinglan paused, a hint of relief appearing on his cold and indifferent face: "I just wanted to thank you."
Fu Ying narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and looked at Qinglan thoughtfully. He took the barbecue and took a bite. His cooking skills were good. Although he had no eyes, the barbecue was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a light salty taste.
She said, "You're welcome. It's my duty."
Fu Ying stood up, sat down at the stone table, and asked, "How are the people of the Frost Plains Tribe doing?"
Qinglan nodded: "Your medicine is very effective, their health has improved."
The cave suddenly became quiet.
After a moment, Qinglan spoke again: "We are even now."
"We're even?" Fu Ying's pale lips curled up slightly. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull open Qinglan's animal skin collar. On his neck, there was also a palm-sized red fox inscription.
Qinglan didn't move, letting her do what she wanted, but his face became even paler.
He suppressed his disgust and said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether we have a contract or not."
Fu Ying's fingertips lightly brushed the bond pattern, and suddenly he chuckled, "Isn't it important? The Naga asked you for love, why didn't you agree? Didn't you clearly say you had already made a bond?"
Qinglan was silent, but his expression was as indifferent as usual.
He took a step back, avoiding her hand, and said, "You can't force things in this world. I see that you've changed. Now that you have a child, live a good life from now on and don't do evil things anymore."
Fu Ying looked at the fingertips hanging in the air and said with a half-smile, "You really want to clear all ties with me?"
Without waiting for Qinglan to speak, she said readily, "Sure!"
Qinglan's lips flattened a little, but before his tense back could relax, he heard the turn in Fu Ying's words: "But, we'll be even only after I return your eyes."
Hearing this, Qinglan's superior brows slightly frowned, and his voice was cold and silent: "I don't like you."
How can I return my eyes if they are gone?
She said this just to continue to pester him.
Qinglan's expression turned cold. He had already experienced Fu Ying's roguery and was used to it.
He no longer wanted to talk to Fu Ying. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Fu Ying say, "It's just a pair of eyes. Could it be harder to recover than Teng's beast crystal?"
Hearing this, Qinglan paused slightly.
Fu Ying smiled, and the beast spirit flower heart blooming between her eyebrows, with a cinnabar mole, was dazzlingly bright.
She gently lifted Qinglan's flaxen hair. The corners of her narrow eyes curled up. She looked casual, yet with a sharp allure. Her voice was very loud and assertive: "It's okay if you don't like it. I don't want to ruin your life, but since we're even, how about we make a deal?"
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