The little girl said weakly, "Big ...... My lord, what I say is true. ”

Mu Chen looked at her eyes that were somewhat similar to Hong Zhao, and said slowly: "If you lie to me, I will leave you below and feed the corpse puppet!"

"Don't dare, I'm telling the truth, I'm from a small tribe, I'm not from southern Xinjiang, because something happened at home, just wait to flee with the adults and come to southern Xinjiang. But it has only been half a year, and the tribe we have just built has been destroyed by the adults of the Bifang tribe, and I have been forcibly captured by them. In less than an hour, you've arrived...... Mu Chen was silent, studying the authenticity of the girl's words.

"What's your name?" Mu Chen asked suddenly.

"My name is Red Whisk. Seeing that Mu Chen had no intention of throwing her down to feed the corpse puppet, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and replied softly.

"Red Whisk...... It's a good name. Mu Chen muttered to himself, but a figure flashed in his mind, he smiled bitterly, picked up a wine jar and poured it into his mouth.

"Your Excellency......" Red Whisk called softly.

"What's the matter?" asked Mu Chen, taking a sip of strong wine.

"Daddy said that drinking alcohol hurts ......"

"Hmph, my Abba also said that there is no difference between men not drinking and women. Mu Chen continued to drink his wine, and then pointed to the pile of things and said, "Take it yourself when you're hungry, and drink it yourself when you're thirsty." ”

Red Whisk was not polite, he had been hungry for many days, and he devoured the food in front of him.

"Little girl, I don't care about eating at all, and I'm far from my sister Hongzhao. Mu Chen glanced at the red whisk, because it didn't matter the age or name. and the similarity of the eyes, he doesn't know why, he likes to compare them with Hong Zhao.

Hongfu heard Mu Chen's many complaints with a little disgust, and he was already surprised, but he was very curious about why Sister Hongzhao in his mouth was Xu Ren. But she didn't ask.

The two of them stayed in this Bifang tribe for another two days, and at this time, Mu Chen was already able to use the marionette technique to control the flying zombie and monopolize hundreds of corpse puppets without falling behind.

"Young Master Mu Chen, it's time to eat. The sound of the red whisk sounded.

Behind Mu Chen, Hongfu had already prepared several dishes, and it was steaming hot at this time.

When Mu Chen heard this, he picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the vegetables, when the voice of the red whisk came faintly: "Young Master Mu Chen, wash your hands before eating!"

Mu Chen pursed his lips and complained in his mouth: "There are so many rules for using a meal!"

But I obediently went to wash my hands.

In the past two days, the relationship between the two has become quite familiar, and Mu Chen finally believes that Hongfu has fled from outside southern Xinjiang.

Otherwise, in this southern Xinjiang, how can there be so many rules.

And these pots and pans are also red, yesterday, Mu Chen chewed some dried meat and steamed buns every day, so he proposed to let him control the flying stiffness and go to various ruins to find some pots and pans for him to taste slowly.

Since eating Hongfu's dish yesterday, although Mu Chen didn't admit it, he was still muttering there that his cooking skills were still a little different from Hongzhao, but this stomach had been completely conquered.

He had never eaten the dishes made by this red whisk, and he had never known that one ingredient could make so many dishes!

Another day passed, and at this time, the corpse puppets in the Bifang tribe had been wiped out by the flying zombies controlled by Mu Chen using the marionette technique.

At this time, Mu Chen was not only able to control the flying zombie for several hours in a row, but also could fight against the corpse puppet in front of him at the same time. Mu Chen knew that at this moment, he was already a little accomplished in the puppet technique of the second realm.

Counting the days, it has been seven days since he came to the Bifang tribe, and he looked at the red whisk beside him at this time and asked, "Red whisk, I'm leaving, where are you going to go?"

Hongfu pursed her lips, but did not speak.

Some of her relatives died when they fled, and some of them died after coming to southern Xinjiang, and the tribe that established a recuperation was wiped out by the adults of the Bifang tribe in just half a year. The only person who could talk to her in this southern Xinjiang was Mu Chen, who had only met her for three or four days.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, follow me. Mu Chen said lightly.

"Okay!" Red Whisk smiled happily.

"It's nice to smile, but it's not as good as my sister Hongzhao. Mu Chen said in his heart.

Suddenly, Mu Chen asked, "What are you doing?"

At this time, Hongfu didn't know where to take a piece of cloth the size of a sheet, and actually put pots and pans and all kinds of uneaten ingredients there.

"Pack, or we'll cook something in the future!" said Hongfu with his waist in his hand.

"There are a lot of such things in my tribe! It's a waste to take them back!"

"Daddy said! It's a shame to waste! Besides, it's Young Master Mu Chen, your things are not mine! These are mine!" Hongfu sped up the speed of cleaning up, for fear that others would rob her of her things.

"What a little money fan!" Mu Chen complained, but he didn't stop her, just reminded softly: "Red Whisk, I'll tell you first, it's okay to bring these things back, but you have to carry them back yourself, don't expect me and the two zombies to do coolies for you!"

"Young Master Mu Chen!you!" Hongfu couldn't help but feel angry, but in desperation, he picked out some of these pots and pans for a long time, and then screened out some of the things, looked at them reluctantly, and began to pack the rest of the things.

Mu Chen looked at the movements of the red whisk and suddenly shook his head helplessly.

Because of the appearance of the red whisk, Mu Chen's somewhat morbid temperament was slightly better.

And the anger brought about by the previous anti-devouring spirit body after returning to the main body is no longer filled with his meridians every day, and at this moment, I don't know that hidden in the corner of his body.

"Let's go. Mu Chen looked at the packed red whisk and said with a smile.

"Young Master Mu Chen...... Look at me......" Red Whisk pulled his head bitterly and pointed to the package that was much larger than the adult, and called pitifully.

Mu Chen was just about to count her, when suddenly, he looked into the distance, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

His hands quickly began to seal, but the red whisk beside him didn't know why, and asked softly, "Young Master Mu Chen, what's wrong?"

Mu Chen's face became more and more ugly, and he didn't answer Hongfu's words, the coffin lid of the heavenly coffin slowly opened, and before the coffin lid was fully opened, Mu Chen dragged Hongfu and threw her into the coffin, and then the coffin wall slowly closed, and said with a solemn expression: "No matter what happens!

After speaking, he put the green jade spirit coffin in an inconspicuous corner.

After doing this, Mu Chen looked at the strong aura with a solemn expression, and muttered to himself: "Lian Yu's father, here......"