CHAPTER 1269: CHAPTER 1268: PIPI REPAIRS

"It’s you." A sullen voice rang out from among the Nomadic Orcs.

Ji Nuan looked towards the sound and saw an incredibly fierce and sinister-looking orc. He didn’t seem very old, yet he had a heavy aura of hostility.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Ji Nuan... and Xiu Yan beside her.

"Ah~ What a coincidence." Ji Nuan didn’t expect that the usually aloof orc would make a quip at this moment.

Sure enough, the orc opposite him suddenly flew into a rage: "It’s you, that damn orc, who revealed our lair to these Saint Fei Oasis orcs, right?"

"Ah~ Smart." Xiu Yan cheekily replied.

The orc’s face turned so gloomy that water could drip from it, his shadowy eyes fixed tightly on Xiu Yan.

In that state, none of the orcs around would doubt that if he weren’t tied up, he would have rushed over to kill Xiu Yan.

Of course, the premise is that he could actually win the fight, but considering his overall strength, that possibility wasn’t very high.

Even if he broke free of the vines and rushed up, he would probably just end up being pinned to the ground and rubbed all over by Xiu Yan.

Ji Nuan chuckled, elbowing the orc beside her with a mischievous grin that could blind everyone with its titanium alloy brightness: "Brother Xiu Yan, you guys seem to have some destiny. This potion thing, can I trouble you to help out?"

Saying this, she shook the small porcelain bottle in her hand.

Potion?

All the orcs were instantly drawn to the small porcelain bottle in her hand.

"Shaman Ji Nuan, what kind of powder is in your porcelain bottle?" The old shaman sneaked over, wanting to get a look at the true face of the powder inside the bottle.

But the bottle in Ji Nuan’s hand was already taken by Xiu Yan: "Who do we feed first?"

Ji Nuan looked at the most aggressively shouting orc: "Him, then."

Clan Leader Mogor stepped forward: "Shaman Ji Nuan, he is the clan leader of this Nomadic Orc Tribe."

Ji Nuan raised her eyebrows: "Tsk tsk, who would’ve thought, Brother Xiu Yan, you’ve managed to offend a clan leader!"

The sinister orc bared his teeth: "You’d better kill me now, otherwise, I’ll definitely kill you all."

"I’m so scared," Xiu Yan said in an utterly calm tone, speaking in a way that almost made Ji Nuan burst out laughing.

Seriously, is Xiu Yan possessed by something strange right now?

Then they saw the orc put on a pair of black gloves, and with one hand, he gripped the Nomadic Orc leader’s jaw, forcing his mouth open.

With the thumb of his other hand, he pried off the bottle cap and poured the powder into his mouth.

"Nuannuan, get some water."

Ji Nuan eagerly ran back to the tent and brought a segment of a tree canister with water, handing it to Xiu Yan and considerately opened the lid.

Xiu Yan gave her an amused look and poured some water into the orc’s mouth.

But the Nomadic Orc wouldn’t swallow it, and even started to let water trickle out from his mouth corners.

Seeing this, Xiu Yan promptly released his grip, looking at the smug-faced orc with disdain: "Disgusting."

Nomadic Orc Leader: Me @#￥%...

Did I ask you to grab my jaw? Did I ask you to pour me the potion? Did I ask you to make me drink the water?

A series of soul-searching questions didn’t get the chance to be asked.

Because by then, he already felt something was wrong with his body, a scorching heat rising from within, crashing around in his body as if looking for an exit.