Chapter 98: The Eyebrows Have a Three-point Spring Color
Frostfield Tribe.
Although the mudslide has subsided, there is mud everywhere and the tribe is in a mess.
"Alan, you...what did you say? You want to leave?"
Gemaru held Qinglan's arm tightly, his rough joints turned white, and his face was full of panic.
She cried out, "Alan, you've finally recovered, and Fuying has also released the bond. Jia won't despise you for being an abandoned male. Isn't it good for us to live together in the tribe like before? Why are you leaving?"
Gemaru's tears rolled down and his voice trembled.
Qinglan stood still like a cedar, the rain slid down his superior brow bones and condensed into silver lines on his thin jaw.
His long flaxen hair was clean and without a single bone ornament.
He turned his head to look at the rain curtain, his gray-brown eyes were extremely clear. When he reached out and brushed Gemaru's hand, the pale blue veins on his wrist were exposed. His voice was clear and ethereal: "Mother, I want to go find her."
"Alan... she's dead! Dead!" Gemaru was unwilling to let go, his nails almost digging into his flesh, his voice choked with sobs: "Didn't Fu Ying say it? You're even now!"
Qinglan suddenly flew into a rage, his gray-brown eyes brimming with hostility: "Who wants to settle with her?!"
"She is still alive. I want to find her! I want to ask her why she doesn't want to..." His voice stopped abruptly. Qinglan's Adam's apple rolled violently. The next moment, he shook off Gemaru's hand, turned around and disappeared into the rain.
Although the last syllable was cut off abruptly, a gasp like a trapped beast escaped from his throat.
Why? She suddenly didn't want him anymore?
Since they ignored his wishes time and time again and tried their best to pull him back from the abyss, how could they cut off all this so easily?
Just terminate the contract decisively and don't want him anymore.
"Brother Qinglan!" Jia Zhui took two steps forward, his voice choked by sobs in the heavy rain. "I'm sorry. If it weren't for saving me, Fu Ying wouldn't be angry, and you wouldn't... break the contract. I'm sorry."
Qinglan paused slightly, without turning back. A clear and ethereal voice came from behind him: "Jia, it's not your fault. No matter who was about to be swallowed by the mud, I would have saved them. You are one of my people."
Qinglan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes wet by the rain: "I don't regret saving you."
His knuckles tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled: "It's just that I should have made it clear to her earlier."
"I'm not a qualified male."
Listening to Qinglan's self-deprecating words, Jia burst into tears, feeling grief-stricken. In fact, she knew better than anyone that it had been impossible for them since the day Qinglan and Fuying had formed a bond.
"Gah, the food she left behind is enough for the tribe to survive the rainy season."
"Take care of yourselves."
Qinglan turned around and strode into the rain. The heavy rain blurred his receding figure into a blurry trail.
*
Fu Ying followed the two orcs through the humus-filled swamp and arrived at the gathering place of wandering orcs.
It is said to be a gathering place for wandering orcs, but in fact, this is a gray area marked out by the black crocodile orcs in their territory. From a distance, you can see crocodile skins hanging on the rugged bones and wood, emitting a foul odor.
Lingnan walked ahead and whispered, "Master Witch, if you want to settle here, you must pay tribute to the Black Crocodile Tribe every day. Either a herbivore or a three-star beast core."
At this point, Lingnan and the young orc behind him showed bitterness on their faces.
And from deep in the swamp, the occasional muffled sound of crocodile tails slapping the mud can be heard, giving people an invisible pressure.
Fu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't expect that there was such a thing as "protection fee" in this backward orc continent.
"Lady Witch, we're here. Look...we..." Lingnan rubbed his hands nervously and looked around anxiously. If such a big prey was targeted by someone, they would be in danger today.
The Black Crocodile Swamp has always been a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones.
Fu Ying was not in a hurry and asked, "How long have you been staying at the gathering place of wandering orcs?"
Lingnan was stunned, but didn't dare to hide it, and said quickly: "We came here during the rainy season!"
Fu Ying pondered for a while, then hesitated and said, "Have you ever seen an orc here... an orc who isn't quite sober?"
She didn't know how to describe Luo Heng for a moment. At the end of the original owner's memory, Luo Heng was indeed crazy and mentally unstable. She had no idea what she looked like after she ended up here.
Lingnan heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, grinning and saying, "An orc who's not quite sober? Hey, there are plenty of crazy orcs who would settle in the Black Crocodile Swamp!"
He coughed lightly and lowered his voice, "Just yesterday, there was a mad female who couldn't afford to be offered food. She was still laughing when she was dragged into the swamp by the orcs of the Black Crocodile Tribe!"
Fu Ying paused, his brows furrowed.
If Luo Heng was not sober, how could he hunt the herbivorous beast and obtain the beast core?
If it was another crazy beast, it would be normal, after all, hunting is animal nature, it is instinct. But for Luo Heng, he feeds on moonlight and never hunts, so if he is not in his right mind, he will not hunt instinctively.
What is his current condition?
Fu Ying's brows were furrowed and he was in a bad mood. Lingnan suddenly didn't dare to speak nonsense.
"You are familiar with this place. Find someone for me, and I will give you prey later." Fu Ying glanced at the two of them, his eyes shimmering with cold light, and his tone left no room for doubt: "This is the deposit."
As he spoke, he threw two beast cores of five-star beasts to Lingnan.
The chiseled pattern cannot be precisely located, it is just a vague, approximate range.
This Black Crocodile Swamp looks quite large, and it is not easy to find someone here.
Lingnan held the two beast cores in his trembling hands and nodded hurriedly, "Madam Witch, please give me your orders!"
He hunched his back and lowered his voice, "I just don't know, besides... is there anything special about the person the witch is looking for? For example, what kind of orc is he? Or what is he wearing..."
Fu Ying pondered for a moment: "He has a very unique appearance... not just ordinary good looks."
Hearing this, Lingnan's mouth twitched. What kind of characteristic is this?
"Long purple hair, with a touch of spring between his brows." Fu Ying frowned, thought for a moment, and then added a few words: "You don't understand 'spring', right? It means a very charming, delicate kind of good-looking. Most importantly, he has a very pleasant floral fragrance that is unforgettable."
Luoheng is naturally beautiful.
Throughout the ages, plants and trees that have become spirits have three parts of spiritual charm and seven parts of purity. How can they not be beautiful?
After listening to Fu Ying's description, Lingnan fell into deep thought. Why did this description seem so familiar?
At this moment, the young orc carrying the prey behind him gasped: "Hiss——"
"You know?!" Fu Ying's eyes moved and stared at the young orc.
Lingnan was also confused and turned to look at his brother: "You know?"
The young orc's face was pale, his Adam's apple rolled, and the prey on his shoulder fell to the ground with a "bang". He desperately winked at Lingnan, asking him to look over there.
Fu Ying suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the Black Crocodile Swamp.
Over there, a ray of flowing cloud rose from the horizon, seeming to cover the entire stinking swamp with a layer of golden light.
As the halo of light moved, a strange floral fragrance suddenly wafted through the air.
The fragrance was extremely soft and cold, like an Epiphyllum soaked in moonlight and frost, gently brushing across the tip of the nose.
Lingnan staggered back two steps, a hoarse voice coming out of his throat: "Master Priest——"
He finally understood why it sounded so familiar. Wasn't this referring to the high priest of the Black Crocodile Swamp?
Long purple hair, charming, and fragrant all over the body, except for being weak, everything else is perfect!
Lingnan's Adam's apple rolled, and he trembled, "Mistress, are you sure you're weak?"
The high priest of the Black Crocodile Swamp is the one who stands on the corpses of orcs!
Fu Ying said nothing, but just looked at the glow in the depths of the swamp.
Amidst the swirling fog, a slender shadow could be vaguely seen standing above the swamp. His long, curly purple hair cascaded like clouds, and his entire body seemed to merge into one with the rosy glow.
The dirty and smelly stagnant water rippled out in circles, as if cheering for him.
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