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Chapter 67 Why don't you just die?

Teng withdrew her gaze, her dark green eyes sweeping over Mo Yan's sinister expression with a chilling intensity.

When Fu Ying wasn't around, he seemed to transform back into Teng, a figure shrouded in gloom and malevolence, his eyes sharp and cold, like poisoned blades, his entire being enveloped in a chilling aura.

Mo Yan slightly raised his chin, his scarlet eyes deep and cold as he returned the gaze.

"Don't make a move on her."

Teng's voice was deep and cold, and his few words carried an undisguised warning.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan's lips slowly curled into a mocking smile.

He tilted his head and looked Teng up and down with disdain, as if he were looking at an ignorant fool who didn't even know who he was and yet dared to warn him.

Ha, he's starting to look forward to it now, looking forward to the day when Teng finds out Fuying's true identity.

Meeting Mo Yan's disdainful gaze, Teng's dark green eyes narrowed slightly, a dark glint flashing within them, a murderous intent that vanished in an instant: "What do you know?"

Mo Yan suddenly chuckled softly and shrugged casually.

He raised his pale, slender fingers, gently tapped his throat, and turned to walk back into the tribe.

Mo Yan walked with extreme composure, as if the tense atmosphere of just moments ago had never existed. However, the meaningful gesture before leaving caused Teng's hand to clench suddenly, and the oppressive feeling in the air lingered for a long time.

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With a light touch of his toes, he glided through the trees like a swallow.

Despite being blind, Qinglan walks with perfect precision, able to navigate around numerous obstacles with remarkable ease.

The Frost Plains tribe is some distance from the Cangshan tribe, and the further north you go, the more intense the biting cold becomes.

The lush green grass was gradually replaced by withered grass. Two days later, the outline of the continuous snow-capped mountains appeared and disappeared in the twilight. It was hard to imagine that the climate of the northern mountains could be so clearly divided during the hunting season.

The white breath exhaled from Fuying condensed into frost and clung to her eyelashes. She took out a fur cloak and put it on.

To reach the snow-capped mountain where the Frost Plains tribe is located, one must cross a precipice. A thick log, quite large in diameter, is laid on the cliff, covered with a layer of broken ice, making it a terrifying sight.

Fuying followed behind Qinglan, watching him calmly step onto the round wooden bridge. The cold wind carrying frost and snow swirled the bone ornaments in his hair, making his back view appear extremely composed, like the master of this precipitous snow mountain.

Looking at Qinglan's back, Fuying suddenly understood why the original owner liked Qinglan.

This male lead possesses a captivating charm.

Fuying stood at one end of the log, the mountain wind swirling snowflakes across the downy fur of her cloak.

Suddenly, Qinglan's slender figure paused slightly on the log. Then, a vine rope snapped, and Qinglan plummeted into the abyss, her flaxen hair and bone ornaments fluttering in the gale.

He was caught by one foot in a vine rope and hung upside down in mid-air.

A loud laugh echoed from the other side of the snow-capped mountain: "Qinglan, have you found the witch?"

"If you ask me, your Frost Plains tribe is already doomed, so why bother? You're a bunch of useless trash afflicted by the plague curse, you should all just die!"

"Who did he go to beg? Could it be that wicked female he's bound to? Hahaha—"

"If the people of the Frost Plains tribe were to die, even the snow vultures on the snowy mountains wouldn't dare to peck at their food, would they?"

"..."

Vicious taunts pierced the cold wind and reached Fuying's ears.

She glanced at Qinglan, who was hanging upside down in mid-air like a corpse, pursed her lips, and then looked at the orc who was constantly shaking the vines and ropes and enjoying this torture. A nameless anger rose in her heart.

Snow leopards are top predators in the snowy mountains, and the Frost Plains tribe was even more powerful, yet now they have fallen to this state. A cold glint flashed in Fu Ying's eyes, and the Frost Whip suddenly flew out, drawing a sharp arc in the frost and snow.

The long whip wrapped around Qinglan's waist, and with a little leverage, she pulled her back from mid-air. Then, Fuying lightly touched the ground with her toes, leaped up, and flew over the cliff, landing gracefully on the other side of the snow-capped mountain with Qinglan in her arms.

Qinglan stared blankly at Fuying, as if looking at a distant nightmare.

His body was tense and stiff, and a look of almost ferocious disgust suddenly appeared on his usually cold face.

Fu Ying was about to speak, but seeing the disgust on his face, she didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Qinglan convulsed violently, suddenly gagged, and then used all her strength to push her away, stumbling backward as if trying to escape something more terrifying than death.

Fu Ying frowned, looked down at her hand, and thought, "Poisoned?"

The group of orcs who had been teasing Qinglan snapped out of their shock, stared at Fuying, and shrieked, "A shaman...it's a shaman! This female is a shaman! Run—"

In the blink of an eye, the group of people transformed into beasts and scattered like birds and animals.

Fu Ying then realized that they were a group of marmot beastmen.

Marmots are at the bottom of the food chain in the snowy mountains, yet they dare to bully the snow leopard beastmen like this.

Fu Ying's eyes were cold. The moment she turned to look at Qing Lan, a sharp bone knife was already pressed against her throat. The blade, gleaming with cold light, sliced ​​through the air, startling a strand of hair on her cheek.

In a flash, she reacted quickly, bent over and spun around, her toes striking Qinglan's wrist bone with pinpoint accuracy!

The bone knife landed on the thick snow with a dull thud, just like Fuying's state of mind at that moment.

Her gaze fell on Qinglan's soft, drooping wrist.

That kick was too hard; his wrist is broken, and his hand is twisted at an unnatural angle.

On the back of his hand, the rotten tribal totem was exposed, looking particularly filthy against the white snow.

Qinglan trembled all over, but not from pain. Those black, hole-like eyes were fixed on her face, and her pale lips parted and opened, mechanically spitting out venomous words: "Why don't you just die?"

Fu Ying's eyelids twitched suddenly, and she was struck by an ominous thought.

She tilted her head, a strange look flashing in her eyes: "You can actually see through me?"

The Disguise Pill is a product of the Xianxia world, and it is almost invincible in the Beastman Continent. Even Bai Cang, who has eight-star markings, cannot see through it. Unexpectedly, Qinglan saw through her identity after only a brief contact with her.

Is this what others mean when they say that the blind have a clearer mind? Blind but insightful?
Qinglan silently hunched over, her fingers digging deep into the snow, groping for the bone knife.

His movements were slow and stiff, like a puppet with torn strings, yet he stubbornly thrust the blade at Fuying again and again, even though his wrist was broken and the blade had long been dulled by the cold.

"Is this never going to end?" Fu Ying finally flew into a rage after kicking the bone knife out of his hand for the fourth time.

With a cold expression, she made a hand seal with her fingertips, and a stream of light entered Qinglan's forehead.

His body stiffened, his arms went limp, and his expression became confused.

Fu Ying had always disdained using such methods against his mission targets, but Qing Lan was just too persistent and annoying. Fortunately, his star pattern was broken, leaving him vulnerable, and the bewitching spell took effect effortlessly.

“Go back to the Frost Plains tribe and tell your people that I am the shaman you invited back from the Cangshan tribe.”

She looked at Qinglan with a displeased expression.

(End of this chapter)