In the morning, a ray of sunlight was imprinted on the bed through the gap between the windows, and Mu Chen lay quietly on the bed, looking intently at the jasper lingering green jade coffin between his fingers.

Mu Chen's mind had been thinking of the stunning face that appeared before the coffin spirit disappeared last night. It's just that for some reason, every time the disappeared fragment flashes through my mind, there is always a faint pain in my heart.

Could it be because of the reason for recognizing the Lord?

"Brother Mu Chen, get up and practice!" Outside the door, a voice pulled Mu Chen's thoughts back to reality.

Mu Chen immediately put the one-inch-sized green jade spirit coffin into a hanging bag, carefully hung it around his neck and hid it between his chest, and then got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Squeak –

opened the door, and a morning light swayed on Mu Chen. Outside the door stood a girl the size of Mu Chen, baring her small tiger teeth, squinting and smiling at Mu Chen. The girl's eyeliner is very long, which shows that if she opens her eyes, those eyes must be very beautiful and moving.

"Hehe, Wan'er, it's early. Mu Chen saw the smiling face bathed in the morning light outside the door, and the troubles in his heart seemed to disappear.

Yun'er, whose full name is Gu Yun, is the granddaughter of the patriarch of the Scourge Clan, who grew up with Mu Chen since she was a child, and Mu Chen treats her like a sister.

"It's not early! What's wrong with Brother Mu Chen? You were the first to practice on weekdays, but today it's all three poles, and I don't see your shadow. Let's go, let's go, everyone is waiting for you. Wan'er's smile was still so cute, and she took Mu Chen's hand affectionately and walked towards the tribal dojo.

As soon as he walked a hundred steps, Mu Chen's ears moved, and he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the entrance of the tribe.

"Brother Mu Chen, what's wrong?" said Wan'er with a blank face.

As soon as Wan'er finished speaking, a brown-red horse appeared in front of the two of them at the entrance of the tribe. There was a man on the horse, ragged, unkempt, with blood stains on his face, and his facial features could not be seen clearly, the man's right arm was gone, and there was still a little blood spilled intermittently on the severed arm.

I saw the man shouting: "Husband all the tribes Xin Mule, ask to see the elders of the Scourge Clan!"

"It's Uncle Xin Mule!" Mu Chen was shocked when he heard this, and he broke away from Yun'er's little hand and galloped towards the man on the horse.

The husband's tribes are adjacent to the calamity tribe, and the two tribes are no more than a hundred miles apart, and they have been married and friends for generations. Mu Chen's aunt was married twelve years ago, Xin Mu, the son of the patriarch of the Fu Zhu clan.

Although there are good friends from generation to generation, each tribe has the same clan rules, and a foreigner must have the consent of a clan elder to enter the clan.

At the gate of the Scourge Clan, some of the clansmen guarding the gate had already gone to report to the clan elder, and the remaining few watched vigilantly at the dying Xin Mule on horseback.

"Uncle Xin Mule!" Mu Chen had already rushed to the door of the tribe at this time, and when he got closer, he saw that his uncle was like a bloody man, with dozens of wounds all over his body, and some of the wounds turned out, so it was not miserable. At this time, his own people were facing his uncle like a great enemy, and he couldn't help but have an anger in his heart!

"Don't get out of the way! My uncle is not an outsider! Don't you see that he is injured like this?"

"Yes....... Chen'er?" came the weak voice of Xin Mule on the horseback. After saying that, he groped his way out of the horse with his left left hand.

Mu Chen stepped away, but his small body caught the trembling and dismounted Xin Mule. It's just that when Xin Mule's unkempt hair was brushed away, Mu Chen's tears flowed down unconsciously.

The empty eye sockets, but the eyeballs are gone!

"Uncle!Your eyes!Your eyes!What's wrong!Woo~~~" Mu Chen hugged Xin Mu tightly, crying extremely miserably.

For Mu Chen, Xin Mule is equivalent to half of his father. Mu Chen has not seen her mother since she was born, and she has been brought to the age of five by her aunt Mu Ting, who married into her husband's clan. Uncle Xin Mule likes boys, treats them as his own, and dotes on Mu Chen.

"Chen'er...... Listen to me...... I feel a little unable to hold on......" Xin Mu's weak voice sounded intermittently in Mu Chen's ears.

"Uh......h Uncle, I'm ...... You said...... I listened......"

"The tribes of the husbands...... Yesterday...... Attacked in the middle of the night, dozens of thieves came to herd, and thousands of zombies followed...... The clan elders above the shadow realm were ...... one after another Captured, including you...... Aunt, the old and young in the clan are only afraid...... I'm afraid that there will be more luck and less luck, so let your father go and save your aunt and your sister Hongzhao...... I hid her in the secret cellar where you were kids......"

The sound of the Xin Mule grew softer and softer.

"Uncle, don't sleep! You must hold on!" Mu Chen called out to Xin Mule, but he didn't get any response!

"You still don't get out of the way!" Mu Chen turned his head, his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, and he looked at the guards and shouted coldly.

What kind of eyes are they! Hollow! Ruthless!

The guards who were swept by Mu Chen's gaze unconsciously rose from behind them.

That's the look a ten-year-old should have?

"Job...... Duty......" one of the guards began. After speaking, he was a little self-deprecating, although the child in front of him was Mr. Makino's son, and the tiger father had no dog son, it was true, but no matter how talented Mu Chen was, he was only ten years old, and at most he had entered the third realm of refining the body.

If you lose a little face, you naturally have to earn it back, which is the typical temper of southern Xinjiang people.

It's just that this guard has found the wrong time and the wrong person.

"This is my father's clan elder token, seeing the token as if the clan elder is here, I won't let it go!" Mu Chen took out a gray wooden plaque from his arms and said in a cold voice.

"It's hard to obey the little one, it's not once or twice that Young Master Mu Chen stole the token of the old man of the Muye clan. "Guard.

"You!" Mu Chen was ten years old after all, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

The guards couldn't help but feel a little proud when they looked at Mu Chen, a child is a child, even if it is the old son of the Muye clan.

"Uncle, you wait a while, Chen'er will take you back to the tribe to heal. Mu Chen exhaled deeply and gently laid the Xin Mule on the ground.

He stood up, slowly took out a dagger from his waist, and slashed his backhand across each fingertip of his left hand, and then his palm formed a fist, and blood fell like raindrops!

"Brother Mu Chen, don't!" At this time, Yun'er had just arrived at the entrance of the tribe, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but stop in a panic.

But it's too late!

The bloody palm grazed his right arm, up to his wrist, and Mu Chen said word by word: "I, Mu Chen, want to challenge the clan brother in front of me in the name of the seventy-two witch ancestors, no!

"Young Master Mu Chen, why are you so troubled!" the guard never thought that Mu Chen would do such an unexpected act, and he couldn't help but regret his actions a little. But at this point, he could not refuse. The Red Blood Challenge in the name of the Seventy-Two Witch Ancestors would be ashamed of the clan if they refused, not to mention that the other party was only a ten-year-old child.

"Fight or get out!" Mu Chen said coldly as he pointed his blade at the guard.

"That's it, I won't hurt your life, and the old man of the Muye clan can explain it. The guard drew his knife, also slashed it across the tip of his left finger, and then smeared it on his right arm, tightened it, stuck the knife on the ground, and took a step forward and said, "Young Master Mu Chen, the younger one is ten years older than you, and I won't bully you, I don't need a blade for this bloody challenge." ”

Mu Chen didn't answer, and with a wave of his sleeve, the dagger before was quietly inserted next to the guard's long knife. This is cheap, he doesn't want to take advantage of it!

With his knees slightly bent, Mu Chen's waist slowly accumulated, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked the guards like arrows from the string.

So fast!

As soon as this thought flashed in the guard's heart, Mu Chen came to him with his fist.

With the wind blowing in the fist, accompanied by the roar of the cow and the tiger, the guard had only one thought in his heart: How is it possible!

As soon as he thought of this, a strong force came from his face, and the guard was like a kite with a broken string, and the trajectory in the air was dozens of zhang before falling heavily, and then he never got up again.

Here, there is no sound!

Looking at everyone's surprised faces, Mu Chen just asked lightly, "Who else wants to stop my uncle from joining the clan?"