"It looks like Ling Yunxi?"
After the orc got close, he flipped her over.
"It really is her..."
"Hey! Wake up! Wake up!"
After failing to wake her, the orc realized something.
"She seems to be injured? Yan Che, should we do something about it?"
Mo Yanche approached, habitually covering his nose, and hummed in response.
"Give me the stuff." The orc held out his hand.
"What?" Mo Yanche asked, looking puzzled.
"Give me your things, and I'll help you carry them."
"You found it, so you take the blame," Mo Yanche said coldly.
"It's your responsibility to take charge of it, so you'll have to bear the consequences."
"No." Mo Yanche said with a look of resistance.
"Alright then, let's go." The orc turned and left, heading towards the wolf pack.
"Take it."
Mo Yanche tossed the prey to him.
"Hehe..." The orc snatched it away. "I knew you wouldn't abandon her."
"After all, she is the daughter of your wolf clan's holy female. If she goes missing, you'll be the one looking for her."
Looking at the female on the ground, her face covered in pimples and her body covered in mud, I saw her.
There were scrapes and abrasions in many places, with light red marks showing on the chubby skin.
The abrasions were mixed with mud.
For a fleeting moment, he surprisingly felt a pang of pity for her.
Soon, realizing his own thoughts, Mo Yanche regained his usual cold gaze.
He crouched down, disgustedly grabbed one of her arms, and forcefully hoisted her behind his back.
"Hmm..."
The rough movement elicited a murmur from the female behind him.
Mo Yanche frowned slightly.
Almost at the same moment, a sweet floral fragrance wafted into my nostrils.
The masculine, piercing gaze softened somewhat.
But I still find it objectionable.
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