Let his subordinates put Mu Chen in the tribal dungeon, the old man surnamed Tang bowed his body, and saluted Lian Sheng slightly: "Patriarch Lian, can you be a little satisfied with this kind of treatment?"

"This is your clan's own business, the old man is naturally not good to interfere, it's just my son's injury......" Lian Sheng frowned, and looked at the elder of the Tang clan meaningfully.

The elder of the Tang clan smiled knowingly and replied: "Ling Gongzi was injured in my calamity clan, and our clan naturally has to take responsibility, and I will send the medicine to Lian Ba's residence later." ”

Lian Sheng smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that the Tang clan is always a reasonable person, and today I saw that it really deserves its reputation." ”

The two were touting each other when a young man who looked like a follower hurried from a distance. After coming to Lian Sheng's side, he gasped for breath and said, "Patriarch, don't ...... Oh no......"

It's just that seeing that the patriarch surnamed Tang is also here, he chokes back the second half of his words.

Lian Sheng understood, but his face sank, and he said: "If you have something to say, the old Tang clan is not an outsider." ”

"Something happened to the childe! The 'Concubine Yang Night Joy' that he was forcibly poured by someone still had an attack!" Seeing that Lian Sheng said this, the entourage did not hide it anymore, and hurriedly reported it truthfully.

"What! I've forced out all the medicinal power in Ba'er's body, how can he still have a seizure?

"Patriarch, go and take a look, my young master is in the pigsty at the moment...... Alas, patriarch, you better see for yourself!"

"Don't lead the way yet!"

The group hurried to the pigsty where Lian Ba was, and at this time, there were already a lot of people around the pigsty.

"How can a good young man have such a habit!" An old man shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Hey, the world is going down, this young man is also a rich and noble person, even if he has such a habit, he shouldn't be in broad daylight!" an old man next to him echoed.

"Not really. Ouch, another waste!" an aunt couldn't help but cover her eyes as she spoke.

......

Pushing aside the crowd, Lian Sheng was in front with a black face, and the elder surnamed Tang followed behind. At this time, an old woman of the Scourge Fighting tribe saw the old man surnamed Tang, and immediately ran over with a crying voice.

I saw that the old woman hugged the thigh of the old man surnamed Tang, and began to cry with a handful of snot and tears: "Old Tang clan, you have to be the master of the old woman, my whole family depends on these sows to feed, it has only been half an hour, and three sows that have just become adults have been ruined alive by the young man! The head is foaming at the mouth! A few neighbors really can't stop him!"

Patriarch Tang looked at Lian Sheng, whose face was getting more and more gloomy, and said to the old woman: "Your loss clan has made up for you, and you are all scattered!"

The words of the clan elder are not many people in the tribe who dare to disobey, of course, Mu Chen Gu Wan and the like are really special cases, and they can't be counted. With a few words from him, the people retreated.

"Eh!" Without the obstruction of the crowd, the scene in the pigsty loomed, and the old man surnamed Tang only glanced at it, and then unconsciously covered his eyes. He had somewhat expected the situation in front of him, but when he actually saw it, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Hey, that's miserable...... What a domineering medicinal power......" He shook his head and sighed in his heart. It's just that his miserable word is talking about Lian Ba, or the three sows who are lying on the ground foaming at the moment, which is really unknown.

"Roar!" Lian Yu let out a long roar, and finally fell to the ground with all his strength.

"Ba'er!" Lian Sheng came to Lian Yu's side with a leap, took off his coat and covered his son's body. Three fingers resting on his wrist, with a solemn face.

After more than a dozen breaths, the eyebrows stretched slightly. Then he picked up Lian Yu and said to the elder of the Tang clan: "Elder Tang, I don't want my son to become someone else's after-dinner conversation today." ”

"Patriarch Lian, make Gongzi's body ......" The elder surnamed Tang pointed at Lian Yu, his expression was very concerned.

"It's no big deal, the effect of the medicine has been removed, Patriarch Tang, do you understand what I mean?" Lian Sheng's face was solemn and he reminded.

"Please also ask Patriarch Lian to make it clear. A hint of bad thought flashed in the heart of the elder surnamed Tang, but on the surface, he asked very respectfully.

"Only a dead person can not chew the root ......of his tongue," Lian Sheng lowered his voice and whispered in the ear of the elder of the Tang clan.

"Patriarch Lian, this ......" When the elder surnamed Tang heard this, he was suddenly a little surprised, and was about to shirk one or two, but Lian Yu's next words blocked him back.

"As long as Patriarch Tang can help the old man in this matter, my Bifang tribe will have their own heavy gifts to thank him. If the elder of the Tang clan wants to get his hands on the patriarch's throne in the future, I promise here that I will definitely help one or two!"

Sending Lian Sheng away, the elder surnamed Tang relieved himself from the longing in Lian Sheng's last sentence.

After a while, his face was a little gloomy, and he thought to himself, "This thing is going to be extinguished? It seems that this person is also ruthless in his tribe, and it is better to be careful when dealing with him in the future. ”

But when I think of my tribe's ability to chew the root of my tongue, I can't help but have a headache. If you don't act right now, I'm afraid that tomorrow, the patriarch of the Bifang tribe will become famous in the whole southern Xinjiang. It is possible that there will be various versions of oil and vinegar in the future.

"Someone!" shouted the elder surnamed Tang.

As soon as the words fell, an attendant appeared from an unknown corner and saluted him, "Clan elder, please command." ”

"Have you written down all these people?" asked the elder surnamed Tang lightly.

"The Hui elders have all been written down, a total of twenty-one people, and there is nothing missing. The attendant replied.

"Go ahead. Keep your hands and feet clean and don't leave any marks. The elder surnamed Tang waved his hand, but a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart. But when I thought of what Fang Cai Lian Sheng said before leaving, I was relieved.

When Mu Chen woke up, some hours had passed, and he had been imprisoned at this time.

He opened his eyes and sat up from the cold cell bed with a gloomy expression.

"This white-eyed wolf surnamed Tang really dared to order me to be kidnapped, and he actually put me in prison! On weekdays, in front of my father and patriarch grandfather, he looks like a servile, hum!

After calming down a little, Mu Chen slowly calmed down and began to look around.

"Well, this cell doesn't seem to be the same as I remembered......" In the dim light, Mu Chen looked around and said to himself with some doubts.

This clan cell, he Mu Chen is very familiar with, since he was a child, he likes to run around, but he took the old clan token of Muye to explore many places in the tribe that are difficult for ordinary people to enter.

And the tribal cell is one of them, whenever someone commits something and is locked in, Mu Chen always likes to come in and take a look. After coming and going, he was familiar with the tight prison cells of this clan.

It's just that the cell in front of me is definitely not the clan cell in terms of layout and details. It's just that there doesn't seem to be any other cell in the Scourge clan other than the tribal cell. Because no one, including the patriarchs, is allowed to build a prison cell privately, including Makino.

"Could it be that I'm no longer in the clan?" Mu Chen was taken aback by his sudden idea, but after thinking about it, he rejected it.

He was only in a coma for a while, and it was absolutely impossible to take himself out of the tribe without realizing it at such a moment.

Thinking of this, Mu Chen got up, walked to the edge of the fence, wiped his fingertips over the fence of the cell, and found that it was not made of camphor wood in the tribe, this kind of wood seemed to be fir wood in the dense forest, and this wood did not seem to be as old as the camphor wood in the tribal cell, and the unique smell of fir could be vaguely smelled, which showed that the time when this cell was built was not long.

Looking out through the fence of this cell, the corridor was not long, Mu Chen counted carefully, including himself, there were only eight cells.

On the stone walls of the corridor, there was a lot of water vapor, some of which had condensed into droplets, and it was slowly flowing downward.

"Is this a dungeon?Is this a dungeon?But when has there ever been a dungeon in my clan's cells?" Mu Chen said to himself.

Just as Mu Chen was puzzled, there was a sound from the other end of the corridor, which seemed to be the sound of the iron door being opened. Hearing this, Mu Chen quickly returned to the cold prison bed, and lay back on his side facing the wall.