I wish you a long life and good health, and great merits.

Song Qingqing pretended to be weak and looked seriously injured: Being soft-hearted is a disease and needs to be treated. If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences. I want to be a tigress with a heart harder than stone. If an animal doesn't work for itself, it will die young. This hardworking old woman can do whatever she wants, but tigers won't do it anyway.

Song Qingqing decided on her future direction: to give up, eat all the food alone, and be a tigress who knows how to enjoy life.

Half an hour later, a strong man came carrying a big buffalo, followed by a tigress.

The tigress sniffed the air and headed straight towards Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing sensed another presence, opened her eyes, and saw Song's father and mother.

Song Xiuyuan's voice was a little anxious, "Qingqing, are you hurt?"

Song Qingqing: "..." You are blind! You can't see such a big wound, you can't see so much blood, I look like I am about to die, I can't see.

Song Qingqing stood up slowly, "Yes."

"Wait, where's the other big black bull?"

"Ran."

"He ran away? How could he run away? How could you let him run away? We finally met the big black bull."

"You were injured in a two-on-one fight, but he ran away after I was injured in a one-on-one fight. Isn't that normal? I was injured so badly, I wouldn't give up my life for a few bites of meat, right?" Bah, it turns out he came back because he cared about Big Black Bull.

When Song's father and mother heard that Song Qingqing did not kill the big black cow, they were very disappointed, because the three little ones all loved eating beef.

"Then let's go back. Can we walk back?"

"No, you carry me back." You always say one thing and mean another, don't you? I won't be polite from now on.

Song Xiuyuan was stunned, because whenever she said this before, Xiansui would directly say that he could do it and never bother her.

"Not happy? Forget it."

"No, mother is..."

Song Qingqing interrupted Song Xiuyuan and said, "Mother, I understand. You don't have to tell me. I'll have to work hard next."

Song Qingqing directly turned into a human form, took a step and breathed, then raised her legs and straddled Song Xiuyuan's back.

Song Qingqing even twisted her butt: It's quite soft to sit on, but it has a bit of smell.

"Mother, I'm sitting firmly and we can go now." If I don't ride this big tigress back, how can I let the tigers in the tribe know that I'm seriously injured?

Xian Sui is honest and kind-hearted. She thinks she can rely on herself if she can. She holds her breath and wants Song's father and mother to know that she is brave and that they don't love her because they have no vision.

So even if I was injured, I basically walked back. Once I broke one of my legs, but I also walked back by myself.

This time, Song Qingqing rode Song Xiuyuan back. Even if she said in person that she was not injured, the orcs in the tribe probably would not believe it and would think that Song Qingqing was comforting them.

Song Xiuyuan: “…” Is that what I meant? What I wanted to say is that my back hurts, I was just being polite.

Song Xiuyuan was reluctant to move, and Song Qingqing pretended she knew nothing and just sat on her back with no intention of getting down.

"Mother, you can go now. But please don't go too fast. My wound hurts."

As Song Qingqing spoke, she glanced at the wound on Song Xiuyuan's neck, then pretended not to see it and looked away.

Song Xiuyuan: "..." Your wound hurts, but mine doesn't hurt? Didn't you see that my neck is injured?

Song Tiancheng turned his head and looked: It seems that he was seriously injured, otherwise he would have walked back by himself.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go." She's already injured, it's just a one-time thing, it's not a big deal, why is this woman standing there like an idiot?

When Song Xiuyuan heard what Song Tiancheng said, he walked towards the tribe.

Song Xiuyuan had just experienced a great battle and was injured, which exhausted his physical strength. He was carrying Song Qingqing, who weighed more than 7788 kilograms, and was already panting for breath before he even reached the White Tiger Tribe.

If it were an immortal, seeing this situation, even if it was very angry, it would probably soften its heart and come down and walk on its own.

Song Qingqing was different. She had a very hard heart and could not bear to see Song Xiuyuan tired, just as she and her husband could not bear to see Xiansui tired.

This is how the world is. If you worry about others suffering, then you will have to suffer for them.

Song Qingqing pretended not to hear, and when Song Xiuyuan gasped, she immediately pretended to be even weaker. She took a breath and held it, then lay on her back and closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.

Song Xiuyuan: "..." Didn't she hear me panting? I've already walked 4/5 of the way, and I didn't even think of stopping to walk. I'm so tired.

Song Xiuyuan couldn't help but say, "Qingqing."

Song Qingqing didn't respond.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, are you asleep?"

Song Qingqing still didn't answer.

Song Tiancheng looked back and saw Song Qingqing lying there. He thought she was seriously injured and had fallen asleep.

"Stop shouting, go back to the tribe first. Qingqing is seriously injured, we have to go back and give her herbal medicine." If the injury cannot be healed, it will affect hunting.

Song Xiuyuan had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue moving forward. When he arrived at the White Tiger Tribe, Song Xiuyuan's legs were shaking from exhaustion.

Many people also saw Song Qingqing lying on Song Xiuyuan's back, and came forward to show their concern.

"Oh my god, Qingqing is seriously injured."

"Let Xiuyuan carry him back. How badly injured is he?"

……

Song Qingqing then slowly opened her eyes, looking weak: "Everyone... uncles and aunts... hello!"

"Good boy, stop talking. Go back and take good care of your wounds. Don't go hunting before you are healed. Your health is important. Don't be so stupid." Most of the orcs knew that Song's father and mother were partial to each other.

Song Qingqing spoke but nodded: Hunting is impossible in the short term. The three little ones have enjoyed it for almost 13 years, so it’s my turn eventually.

Song Xiuyuan said every day that they were in poor health and needed to eat better. Now it was my turn. If they didn't give it to me, would the orcs in the tribe drown them with their saliva?

Anyone who was injured while hunting together, even if they were outsiders, had to do their best to help her recover, not to mention that they were a family. Would Song's father and mother dare not care? Who would dare to team up with them to go hunting in the future?

Song Qingqing got down from Song Xiuyuan's body slowly after she got home. She walked unsteadily and had to take a breath after every step.

"I'll go back and take some medicine and sleep for a while. Don't worry about me eating."

Before Song Qingqing entered the room, she glanced at the big black bull that Song Tiancheng placed outside the yard: Whoever wants to deal with this thing can do it, I won’t do it, I’m going to bed.

Everyone remembers Xian Sui when they are working, but no one remembers her when they are eating delicious food. What's the point of doing anything?

Song Xiuyuan didn't say anything, just lay on the ground, panting and resting.

Song Qingqing returned to the room, took out some herbs from the jar in the corner, crushed them, and pretended to apply them to the wounds on her body.

Then he cast a cleaning spell on the stone bed, lay down, and pretended to sleep.

Song Qingqing knew Song Tiancheng's character very clearly from the memory of the Immortal Marrow. When dealing with prey, he would go as far as he could.