Chapter 44 Fortunately, you survived
Fu Ying soon arrived at the Sunshine Slope and looked at the orcs gathered there to bask in the sun. They transformed into animal forms, with different postures, enjoying the baptism of sunlight without any scruples. The scene was lively and chaotic.
She looked around, trying to find Feng Yin in the "zoo", which was not easy.
However, in fact, she found someone very quickly.
In the best-lit spot on the Sunslope, there sits a towering white fox, three meters tall.
Its fur is as white as frost and snow, shimmering with a soft halo in the sunlight.
At this moment, it was swinging its big fluffy snow-white tail out of boredom, with its head resting comfortably on its two front paws, looking lazy. However, such a majestic beast had its head wrapped in layers of white gauze, which was out of tune with its huge and wild body. It looked indescribably funny.
Feng Yin in animal form was indeed a white fox.
It’s confirmed, Feng Yin is Bai Cang.
All the beastmen had their star patterns shattered due to missing "parts", and lost the ability to transform between beast and human form. But perhaps because Feng Yin became a fallen beastman, he was still able to transform into a beast.
When Fu Ying walked towards Feng Yin, he saw a vacuum zone formed around him.
None of the orcs who were originally gathered together dared to come closer. Feng Yin was alone in the open space, exuding an aura that kept strangers away, which was out of tune with the lively and crowded atmosphere around him.
When the female was suddenly seen, there was a commotion on Sunslope.
"Female? That's a female, right? Am I dazzled?"
"Hiss—why did that female go there? Is she from the Wind Chant Tribe?"
"Stay away!"
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The orcs' constant exclamations and discussions did not disturb Feng Yin at all. He was still leaning comfortably on his front paws, his big furry tail gently swinging from time to time, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
The warm sunlight poured down on him, outlining his huge silhouette.
It was not until Fu Ying walked over to her that Feng Yin's snow-white ears trembled slightly.
Fu Ying sat down cross-legged beside Feng Yin, looked sideways at his soft snow-white fur, curled his lips, and praised him sincerely: "So your beast form is a white fox, so beautiful."
"Beautiful?" A low, lingering voice came out of the white fox's mouth, with a hint of sarcasm.
Fu Ying didn't respond, knowing that this was Feng Yin's taboo, and instead asked, "Do you want to leave Thorn Cliff?"
Feng Yin sounded as if he had heard a joke: "Who among the orcs here doesn't want to leave?"
As he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, tilted his head, and his snow-white tail began to swing again and again, bringing up gusts of breeze: "I'm curious, even if you get the beast crystal, how are you going to get back?"
"I'm a witch. What can't a witch do?" Fu Ying raised his chin slightly, very confident.
When she goes out, she gives herself an identity, and she is very satisfied with the identity of "Witch".
"Really?" Feng Yin chuckled, and his fluffy tail suddenly swept across Fu Ying's back without warning. His lingering voice was bewitching and teasing: "Little female, let me ask you something?"
Fu Ying's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at him leisurely, a smile on her lips: "Okay, ask."
After hearing her agreement, Feng Yin seemed to have encountered some difficult problem and did not speak for a long time.
Finally, Fu Ying broke the silence and said, "Since you can't ask the answer, why don't I ask you a question? I'm curious. If you want to leave Thorn Cliff so much, why did you become a Fallen Orc?"
As soon as these words were spoken, even the wind and sand seemed to stop.
There was a moment of silence, and Feng Yin seemed to smile. He tilted his head slightly, his huge body wrapped around the pillars, and spoke softly. His cold aura added a sense of oppression: "It's for living."
Fu Ying paused, raised his hand and touched Feng Yin's furry ears: "Fortunately, you survived."
Feng Yin froze completely. The next moment, the snow-white hair on his body stood up and a low roar came from his throat.
"Are you angry?" Fu Ying thought for a moment, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes. He walked forward, tore a slit in the gauze, found Feng Yin's mouth, and stuffed a crystal clear candy into it.
A sweet taste spread in his mouth, and Feng Yin's body was shining with light. His outline gradually became smaller and turned into a human form.
"What is this?" Feng Yin lightly touched the candy in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and his voice was puzzled.
Fu Ying's eyes curved upwards, as if to dispel the gloom: "Sugar, when it's bitter, eat more, and it will become sweet."
Feng Yin lowered his eyes to look at the candy in his hand, sneered, and threw it into the sand.
He said, "It seems that the life of the orcs on Thorn Cliff has changed a lot."
Fu Ying took the opportunity to ask, "What did you want to ask about on Thorn Cliff? What did you want to know?"
Feng Yin's slender body paused, and he said calmly, "I don't want to know."
After saying this, Feng Yin turned around without thinking, and walked towards the tribe with steady steps.
He stood tall and straight with his back straight. Although his eyes were covered with a white cloth and he had lost his vision, he took every step precisely without any hesitation.
Fu Ying looked back at his back, and after a moment, she shouted, "Wait for me!"
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Back at the tribe, the orcs were all in high spirits and ready to go out hunting.
Feng Yin turned a blind eye, showing no concern as a leader should. Those orcs seemed transparent in his eyes. He didn't even give them an extra glance and returned to his residence as if no one was around.
Fu Ying followed closely behind, looking at the orcs' reserved gazes with half-closed eyes.
Just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by someone. Turning around, she saw it was Benlang.
"What's the matter?" Fu Ying looked suspicious.
Benlang scratched his head, glanced in the direction Fengyin had left, and said in embarrassment: "Little female, it's almost time for the high priest to come and give medicine. The leader has been away for a long time, and we can't hand over enough beast crystals. The high priest will definitely not give medicine this time. Can you help us persuade the leader?"
Fu Ying frowned: "High Priest? What do you mean?"
Benlang was stunned, then he remembered that Fu Ying was not a fallen orc.
He didn't know how to explain it, so he just said, "Anyway, please help us persuade the leader! Without medicine, the leader may not be able to survive!"
After saying that, the orcs left the tribe.
Fu Ying's expression was slightly serious. There was indeed a secret under this thorny cliff. It was not as simple as it seemed.
She returned to Feng Yin's residence. He was resting on a bone bed, breathing softly. He looked relaxed and at ease, with no sign that there was a high priest behind him who was threatening him with medicine.
Fu Ying didn't disturb him. She sat down at the stone table and made a bowl of instant noodles.
The overbearing fragrance swept out, as if shining with oil, which aroused people's appetite.
At this moment, Feng Yin's low, lazily, and unhappy voice suddenly rang out: "You created this kind of smell in my place, are you afraid of dying?"
Fu Ying slurped a mouthful of noodles, looked at Feng Yin, and said vaguely, "Do you want to eat?"
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