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Chapter 69: Giving Birth and Running Away?
Fu Ying stared intently into Qing Lan's empty eyes, then felt a headache coming on.

Bai Cang's skin was peeled off, but her eyes were still there, so it didn't affect the skin reconstruction.

Physical appearance can be improved, but the eyes are considered the windows to the soul. If they are gone, another pair of eyes will be needed, and she can't just create a pair for him out of thin air.

Suddenly, Fuying's heart stirred.

She suddenly remembered that in the original owner's memories, after gouging out Qinglan's eyes, she seemed to have carefully preserved them, and in a very perverse way, she placed them next to her stone bed, meaning that Qinglan's eyes could only see her.

Fu Ying lowered his eyes in thought. If Qing Lan's eyes were still intact... perhaps they could still be used?
Qinglan slowly stood up, stepping on the strands of hair that Fuying had cut off, her ethereal voice carrying a hint of indifference: "If you heal the tribespeople, I will not seek revenge on you again, and we will be even."

Fu Ying was slightly taken aback: "You don't want to get your eyes treated anymore?"

Qinglan said calmly, "As long as I can't see you, it's cleaner to cut you out."

Fu Ying: "..."

After a moment of silence, Fu Ying asked curiously, "How did you recognize me?"

She stared at Qinglan's black, abyss-like eyes. Even in this state, could she still see?
Qinglan stood quietly, her face turned away into the distance, exuding an aura of detachment that kept strangers at bay. Her slightly pale lips moved slightly: "Because every touch you make me loathe to the core."

Fu Ying: "..."

Of the seven male leads, this is only the fourth one, and he's already run into a brick wall.

Every inch of this body evoked his instinctive disgust, and even the disguise pill couldn't hide it.

There's no way we'll make any progress on the strategy, let alone do anything like that.

Or, we could drug him, have the baby, and then run away?
Fu Ying considered the possibility carefully, but when she glanced at his empty eyes, she lost interest again.

Qinglan is now like a bowstring stretched to its limit; the slightest provocation will cause it to perish.

If she really did that, Qinglan would probably cut herself in two. Not only would the original owner's mess be left unresolved, but the mess would become even more unmanageable. If Qinglan turned evil, the mission would be impossible to complete.

—Don't rush.

Fu Ying let out a soft sigh, dismissing the dangerous thought.

She took a step back and nodded: "Okay, whatever you say goes. Let's go, you lead the way to find the medicinal herbs."

Qinglan didn't respond, but she didn't refuse to take her to find medicinal herbs.

The two stood one in front of the other, about three meters apart, their main message being: "If you don't know me, don't come near me."

Fu Ying didn't try to curry favor with him, but the snow mountain climate was frigid, and her eyelashes were covered in ice crystals; her body was already somewhat hypothermic.

She called out to Qinglan, "Wait a minute, there aren't many medicinal herbs on the snow mountain, shouldn't we find another place?"

A clear, ethereal voice came from the mountaintop: "There's a tribal trade fair coming up at the summit of the snow mountain."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ying blinked, said nothing more, and took out a cup of hot water from her spatial storage and held it in her hand.

After crossing two more mountain peaks, the two finally arrived at the tribal trade fair at dusk.

At the summit of the snow-capped mountain, it seems as if the sun sets right there, its golden afterglow spilling down and turning the pristine white snow into a dazzling crimson gold.

"So beautiful." Fu Ying parted her lips slightly and exclaimed, subconsciously taking out her camera and snapping a picture of the beautiful sunset. Then, she turned the lens to the clear water in front of her.

His figure was also reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadow solidifying into a solitary silhouette.

Fuying's eyes flickered, and she pressed the shutter, taking a picture of him.

At this moment, Qinglan, who was in front, spoke calmly: "We've arrived."

Fuying put away her camera and turned to look at the tribal trade fair.

Upon closer inspection, it piqued my interest.

The Orcish Continent is home to many tribes, all bordering each other, and each tribe has its own unique specialties. For example, the Merfolk, although they don't often go ashore, occasionally participate in tribal trade fairs, and their main traded items are salt stones, seafood, pearls, and coral.

For example, the herbivorous orc tribes mainly trade herbs and wild fruits.

As Fuying walked along, draped in a cloak, she attracted the attention of many orcs.

Her cloak was covered in soft fur, and the hood was adorned with a ring of snow-white down that shimmered like pearls. As she walked, the hem of the cloak billowed in a flowing arc, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

Qinglan followed behind her, neither too close nor too far.

Fu Ying quickly found the medicinal herbs he needed at a goat-man's stall, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Old man, how many beast cores do you need for this, this, and this?"

She had quite a few beast cores and even a lot of beastman crystals, all of which she obtained from that pretentious high priest at the foot of Thorn Cliff. Bai Cang left in a hurry and didn't have time to give them to him.

The old goat-orc looked kind and said, "Two beast cores are enough."

"Okay." Fu Ying smiled and was about to hand over the beast cores when two beast cores were already thrown on the stall. Suddenly, an arrogant voice rang out: "I'll pay for the beast cores, but give me the animal hide you're wearing!"

The old goat-man twitched his nose twice, widened his eyes, and looked tremblingly behind Fuying.

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids slightly, ignoring his words, and handed over two beast cores before picking up the medicinal herbs.

"How dare you ignore me?" The arrogant female voice rang out again from behind.

Fuying turned around and saw a female standing in front of her, with a few freckles on her face and two wolf-like hairpins on her head. Behind her were two burly male beastmen, who were obviously her males.

Qinglan stood at a distance, her prominent brows furrowed, and called out loudly, "Have you bought the medicine?"

Upon hearing that ethereal and beautiful voice, Mido's wolf ears perked up abruptly. When she turned her head to look, her pupils shrank to slits. Her lips trembled a few times, and she shrieked, "Qinglan?!"

"The Frost Plains Tribe is not—" Although the second half of the sentence was left unsaid, the words "Frost Plains Tribe" were like a bomb, suddenly silencing the originally noisy tribal trade fair.

From the crowd, someone else shouted shrilly, "Plague! He has the plague!"

The sound jolted everyone awake, and then, pebbles rained down on Qinglan like snowflakes.

A sharp-edged flint grazed Qinglan's forehead, instantly leaving a glaring bloodstain.

The orcs surrounded him, showering Qinglan with spittle and curses.

"Go back! Your Frost Plains tribe is cursed! It's a land abandoned by the Beast God!"

"Get out! You all deserve to die! Don't drag us down with you—"

"Burn them! Burn the Frost Plains orcs! We can't let the plague spread to us!"

"..."

Among the crowd, a young orc had its eyes covered by its mother, as if looking at Qinglan for even a moment would cause it to contract a plague.

Qinglan did not raise her hand to shield herself, letting the pebbles hit her.

The whip cracked through the crowd like lightning, the sharp sound of the whip tip exploding in the air carrying a chill.

Before the beastmen could react, the rubble that had been thrown at Qinglan was swept back by a sharp gust of wind.

"what--"

Mido staggered backward, clutching her forehead where she had been struck by flint, blood seeping from between her fingers.

She stared at Fuying in disbelief: "You're actually a sorceress? Why would a sorceress help him?!"

Fu Ying ignored Mi Duo, stepped over the pebbles and walked to Qing Lan. He lifted Qing Lan's chin with the handle of his whip, looked at the bloodstain on his forehead, and clicked his tongue in disdain: "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to dodge?"

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