Chapter 90 She is afraid of him
At this time, Qingyan came to them like a gust of wind.
He has an upright posture and is over 1.9 meters tall, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
That unique green hair actually glowed faintly in the darkness, like the mysterious green ivy deep in the forest, growing wildly yet with a wild charm.
His red eyes were particularly eye-catching on this chaotic battlefield, but at this moment, they revealed a hint of ignorance and confusion.
He looked at the bloody fight not far away and the vicious beasts attacking their own kind. His brows furrowed tightly, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his strong arms unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.
"They...are...different...than...me."
Qing Yan turned his head to look at Xia Yueke and stammered. He tried hard to express himself clearly, his lips trembling slightly, as if he was spending a lot of effort in organizing his words.
As he spoke, he scratched his head with his big hand and shook his body in a somewhat bewildered manner.
"Yue... don't be... afraid, I..."
He gestured awkwardly in the air, trying to comfort Xia Yueke, but the stiff movements were rather funny. His palms were spread out for a moment, then clenched into fists.
Xia Yueke looked at the place not far away with a face full of horror, his body still shaking uncontrollably.
Qian Jingyao patted Qingyan's shoulder and said, "Qingyan, take Yueke and find a safe place to hide first."
Qing Yan seemed to suddenly react and nodded quickly, shaking his head up and down like pounding garlic, "Okay... okay, I... I will protect Yue."
He walked to Xia Yueke's side, wanting to hold her hand, but he hesitated. He paused in mid-air before gently grasping Xia Yueke's wrist, as if afraid of hurting her. He bent down slightly and said softly:
"Let's go...let's go."
As he spoke, he looked around vigilantly and walked with Xia Yueke to the other side of the cave. His steps were heavy and a little flustered. His tall figure seemed a little clumsy but extremely determined in the war.
Xia Yueke seemed to have his soul sucked out. He stood there blankly, staring at the bloody battlefield in front of him with empty eyes. He didn't come to his senses until he was dragged several steps by Qing Yan.
Her eyes regained focus, as if she had suddenly woken up, and she broke free from Qing Yan's hand. Because she used too much force, her small body staggered backwards.
It was as if Qing Yan had suddenly pressed the pause button, and the steps that were originally pulling Xia Yueke forward came to an abrupt halt.
His tall and slightly clumsy body froze in place, and he slowly turned his head. His red eyes were like deep gems, but now they seemed covered with a layer of dim gauze, filled with fear, grievance and uneasiness, like a little animal misunderstood by its owner.
His lips trembled slightly as he squeezed out the words with difficulty: "Yue, I... won't... hurt... you. I'm... different... from... them..."
His words were intermittent, and every word seemed to be spoken with all his strength.
As he spoke, he unconsciously took a small step back. His strong legs seemed a little weak at this moment, and every step was accompanied by a hint of hesitation and nervousness.
His hands were twisted together nervously. His big hands, which could easily tear prey apart, now seemed to have no place to rest. His knuckles turned slightly white due to the force, and blue veins were faintly visible.
Qing Yan's voice was extremely low, as vague as a candle in the wind, and Xia Yue could hardly hear it at the end.
He lowered his head slightly, and his hair, like lush green vines, fell down, covering half of his face, leaving only his red eyes exposed. Like an elf peeping in the darkness, he secretly looked at Xia Yueke.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions of timidity and a desire to be trusted, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished, or like a lone wolf longing to be accepted.
Xia Yueke raised her little head, the fear in her eyes gradually dissipated, and looking at Qingyan's confused eyes, her heart suddenly softened.
She recalled every moment she had spent with Qing Yan over the past week. This seemingly silly guy, although sometimes clumsy, had never done anything to hurt her.
Qingyan has lived with her for a week, and she really knows what kind of person Qingyan is. Judging from Qingyan's appearance, it seems that he is unlikely to eat orcs.
She took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision.
Xia Yueke met Qingyan's injured eyes and coughed lightly, "Ahem, I just want to ask, where is Yaoyao?"
Her voice was still slightly trembling, but she tried to calm herself down.
When Qing Yan heard her question, he seemed to be relieved, and his originally tense body relaxed a little.
He raised his hand and pointed behind him, his broad palm drawing an arc in the air, "He is fighting with them!"
After saying that, he looked at Xia Yueke again, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, as if hoping that Xia Yueke might believe him.
Xia Yueke turned around suddenly, the howling wind blew her hair, her eyes widened instantly, and what came into her eyes was a tragic and fierce battle scene.
Smoke and dust billowed, and the shouts and roars were deafening. The evil beasts attacked the defense line frantically like surging black waves, and every impact made the earth tremble.
At this moment, Qian Jingyao's figure stood out in the chaos.
I saw a strange light all around him, and the light rippled like water waves, colorful and dazzling.
In the blink of an eye, the light became brighter and he transformed into a majestic snow fox.
His body instantly grew several times larger, emitting an awe-inspiring aura.
As a seventh-level orc, powerful pressure was released from him like a tide. This pressure seemed to be tangible and transformed into visible ripples that spread out in all directions.
Under the pressure, the originally ferocious movements of the evil beasts became sluggish, as if they were stuck in a deep quagmire.
Several weaker beasts were even pressed to the ground, their bodies trembling, their limbs struggling constantly, and painful whimpers coming from their mouths. Their originally ferocious attack momentum was slightly curbed by this force.
Seeing this, Qing Yan took a step forward and picked up Xia Yueke without any hesitation.
His strong and powerful arms tightly wrapped around Xia Yueke, and then he retreated quickly like a gust of wind. The speed was so fast that the airflow he brought formed a small storm circle around him.
His figure was like a ghost in the night, and wherever he passed by, the grass leaves were blown to the sides.
Soon, they were away from the center of the battle.
But Xia Yueke's mind was full of Qian Jingyao at this time. Her heart seemed to be in a tangled mess, and as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
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