Chapter 95 We Are Really Clear
"Tieli!" Jia's voice was hoarse and trembling as he tried to wake up this former fellow tribesman.
But the warmth of fellow beasts was no longer in those eyes, only the scarlet burning of hunger.
Gemaru held Qinglan in his arms, patting his head gently with his rough hands, saying softly, "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid... Mother will be with you..."
Tieli's sharp claws tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.
Jia turned his head away, his nails digging into his palms, unable to bear to watch any longer.
She couldn't bear to watch her beloved Prince Qinglan being torn to pieces in a pool of blood.
"ah--"
Tieli let out a miserable cry of pain, followed by a dull thud of sounding something hitting the stone wall!
Jia suddenly opened his eyes and saw a slender figure in front of him, familiar yet unfamiliar.
She stood beside the haystack, looking at Brother Qinglan. Her charming eyes, which always smiled, were now filled with coldness.
"Help..." Jia murmured and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Fu Ying ignored her and walked straight forward to pull Gemaru away.
She gently put the glittering pills into Qinglan's mouth, then pulled him up. They sat facing each other, with her palms covering his heart, and the warm spiritual power slowly flowed into his body along his meridians.
Fu Ying looked at Qinglan quietly.
His head was lowered, his chest barely rising or falling, and he looked lifeless. The firelight cast a thin shadow on his craggy outline, like a piece of dead wood.
However, even though he was so weak, the moment her hand touched his heart, he still trembled slightly as if he was burned. This almost instinctive resistance made Fu Ying's fingertips pause.
She tilted her head to glance at Qinglan, then suddenly chuckled, "Do you still hate me so much?"
I thought that after going through so many things, some marks would be left on his heart, but I never expected that he was still as cold and hard as ice. He is really as hard as a piece of iron.
Gruma's eyes were bloodshot, and just as he was about to rush over to save his son, he was pulled back by Jia!
"Gruma! That's Wu! She will definitely be able to save Prince Qinglan! She definitely can!" Jia looked at Fu Ying, his eyes filled with hope, crying with joy, as if he was looking at a life-saving straw.
She knew how powerful Fu Ying was, and Prince Qinglan would definitely be fine!
Fu Ying closed his eyes, and spiritual power rushed into Qinglan's limbs and bones like a stream of light. The snow leopard pattern on his waist gradually recovered its sound, and he felt a little hot. This body with almost exhausted vitality was finally pulled back.
She slowly stopped and wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
"Qinglan!" Gruma rushed forward and hugged Qinglan. When he noticed his gradually stronger breathing, his eyes suddenly turned red and filled with tears. He immediately knelt on his knees in front of Fuying without caring about anything else: "Thank you Wu - thank you Wu -"
Without waiting for her to kowtow, Fu Ying pulled her up.
She looked at Gruma and said calmly, "If you knew who I was, you probably wouldn't want to thank me."
Without waiting for Gruma to speak, Fu Ying turned to look at Jia: "What happened to the Frost Plains Tribe? How did Qinglan get himself into this state?"
Jia wiped away her tears and told the whole story in a choked voice.
Since Fuying left, the rainy season was about to come. The yak tribe resented the death of their leader and quietly drove all the prey from the Frost Plains Tribe's territory to their own territory, resulting in the Frost Plains Tribe being unable to store enough prey.
"The rainy season is coming too quickly..." Jia's voice became lower and lower.
Because of the epidemic, the tribesmen in the tribe already hated Qinglan. In order to appease the starving tribesmen and prevent them from turning their butcher knives against Gruma, he gave away his share of food rations.
As Jia finished speaking, Fu Ying's eyes swept across the orcs of the Frost Plains Tribe like sharp blades.
They huddled in the corner, their cloudy pupils filled with panic, and were extremely afraid of Fu Ying.
A witch who could even save a dying orc like Qinglan...
The cave was dead silent, with only the crackling sound of the fire.
Tieli couldn't bear such a look. He turned back into human form, covered his chest, and growled, "He's not going to survive anyway!"
Fu Ying lowered his eyelashes and sneered, "So, you're planning to eat his flesh and blood?"
Tieli was speechless.
"The one who is sorry is Fu Ying, not Qing Lan."
"You keep saying Qinglan owes the tribe a debt, but hasn't he also endured a lot?"
"He should have been a brilliant warrior in the tribe, but now he's blind, carrying a disease that makes him despised. Even marmots dare to tease and humiliate him. What did he do wrong?"
Having said this, Fu Ying closed his eyes and opened them again.
With a wave of her hand, the empty cave was filled with fresh prey.
"I won't kill you because Qinglan also has deep feelings for the tribe members."
"The Yak Tribe's shameless behavior was not his wish, nor was it his fault! But he would rather give up his share of the prey than let you live, so I respect his choice."
"Don't let me hear you insulting him again."
Her voice was very soft, like the lingering mist in the mountains.
When Qinglan woke up from the chaos, his forehead rested on Gemaru's rough animal skin.
His body was extremely weak. As he smelled the bloody scent of prey in the air, his empty stomach ached.
Fu Ying's voice pierced his eardrums, causing his fingertips to curl up unconsciously.
Support the pillars.
He didn't understand why she came again?
Why did she save him?
Every time, when he thought he was about to die, she would rush in with the biting cold wind.
Just like now, he leaned on Gemaru's shoulder, breathing weakly, his eyes dim, but her familiar voice still broke through the chaos, came to him with the wind and rain on her body, and stubbornly pulled him back from the abyss.
Qinglan's superior brows were slightly furrowed, and indescribable emotions surged in his chest.
No tears could flow from his empty eye sockets, but drops of water fell from the stone wall and flowed down his eye sockets like a tear, making him shiver slightly.
Just like her every time she appears silently.
It both saved him and tortured him.
The next moment, Qinglan's body lost weight, and a pair of slender arms lifted him up into the air with irresistible force. A cold fragrance mixed with the smell of blood filled his nostrils.
Fu Ying turned to Gemaru and said, "Follow me."
Qinglan's pale knuckles suddenly curled up, and his thin body was like a fully drawn bow.
His body began to tremble subconsciously, as if every inch of his bones was shaking, which came from the disgust and rejection deep in his bones.
"Let go..." Qinglan's hoarse voice was drowned out by his trembling breathing.
As they left the cave, there was a sudden flash of thunder, illuminating the bulging veins on Qinglan's neck.
Fu Ying lowered his eyes and took a look, his narrow eyes were calm.
Her voice was very soft, like falling snow: "Don't be afraid."
As she spoke, she brought Qinglan to the cave where she had refined the medicine. With a flip of her wrist, a brocade box appeared in her hand.
Her fingertips hovered over his empty eye sockets, and faint light flowed.
"What I took away back then, I return to you today."
Spiritual power transformed into starlight, rolled up something from the brocade box, and slowly seeped into his sunken eye sockets.
"ah--"
Qinglan suddenly covered his eyes, and tiny bits of light seeped out from between his fingers.
He arched his body and trembled, a painful groan escaped from his throat, and ripples appeared on his smooth forehead at this moment. Clusters of green grew wildly under his skin, and in an instant, they condensed into a complete five-pointed star pattern.
The star patterns are shining brightly, as if they are newly born.
"Qinglan, we are really even now."
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