Although Fei Yike said that he had a veil on his face, the murderous aura in his eyes was so domineering, and it was completely different from the appearance when he met Mu Chen that night.

The men trembled even more, but for some reason they were silent.

"Hehe, don't you speak, don't you? Don't worry, in my dream yesterday, I developed a new method of refining to stiffness, and I was worried that I couldn't find a living person to experiment. As Fei Yike spoke, the previous murderous aura suddenly disappeared, as if he had returned to the feeling he had when he met Mu Chen that night.

When those people heard this, their faces turned pale with fright, and they hurriedly kowtowed to Fei Yike......! Fei San, it was the head of the family who accepted the book repair post, and also confiscated the gifts you prepared......"

"Hmph, you soft bones! Isn't it useful for the old lady to talk to you, a stinky girl!, won't the old lady refine you to stiffness!" Fei Yike's tone changed, and his breath suddenly changed again.

The kneeling people were accustomed to the strange-looking words and deeds of the third lady in front of them.

It is said that this is not the third lady in the early years in the territory of the Imperial City of the Middle Continent when she practiced martial arts, I don't know what kind of stimulation, after returning to the heavenly city, she changed her temperament, not all day long murderous like a rainbow, open and close her mouth between all kinds of vulgar market words, love to drink and have fun, is the surface looks innocent, but in fact the means are vicious, often unconsciously tidy up others can not get out of bed for a few days, or lose their lives.

It looked like there were two people living in it. One looks like a resentful woman who is nearly thirty years old, and the other looks like a little witch who looks like she is only ten years old in mind, but her methods are a little more vicious than that of adults. The two extremes of personality are not fuel-efficient lamps, so they are named the crazy women of Amagi.

"Hee-hee, it seems that it is my father who is making the difference in this matter. Alright, I won't trouble you. Fei Yike said with a grin.

Those few people hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, but just kowtowed a few heads, a sharp pain came from his ankles, and several people looked towards their feet, only to see a few pale and slender palms piercing out of the ground, and their narrow nails broke the tendons of several people.

Fei Yike turned around and waved his hand, leaving only a back, and just when the back was about to disappear, a voice came: "Hehe, dare to disrupt my apprentices, since you are not the mastermind, then break your hamstrings as punishment." ”

As the words faded, the corner of the back disappeared into the corner of the corridor, and the pale arms pulled out of their ankles and retracted into the ground.

After half a cup of tea, in the study of the non-head of the family, there was a sound of things breaking, and a helpless voice sounded from the study: "Ah Ke, don't smash it, quickly take back these dozen spirit corpses, you want to accept apprentices, and your father depends on you! You want to repair the book and sacrifice post, right, I will write it for you personally! Eh! That is the seven-star glass lamp won by the old immortal place of the Uncle family in the underground city! Don't smash it!"

......

Mu Chen, who was thousands of miles away, naturally didn't know that Tiancheng was not at home at this time, because he was in a mess. At this time, he had just had lunch, and together with Hong Zhao, he was wiping the body of Xin Mu, who was still unconscious.

Over the past few days, Xin Mu's injuries have basically recovered, but the broken arm and lost eyes will never return.

Yesterday, a tribe Lang Zhong came to check the pulse and told the two that Xin Mule would wake up in a few days. Sure enough, in the evening, when Hong Zhao was about to feed Xin Mule liquid food, he suddenly spoke: "Red ...... Red Zhao. ”

Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes, he still recognized the breath of his second daughter.

"Father, you're finally awake!" said Hong Zhao happily as he hugged Xin Mu excitedly.

Mu Chen heard the sound and saw Xin Mu, who was waking up at this time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and called softly: "Uncle Xin Mule ......"

"It's Xiao Chen, come, come here. Xin Mule struggled to sit up from the bed and beckoned to Mu Chen.

"Hongzhao is safe and sound, it seems that thanks to your Abba, what about the Muye?" Xin Mule asked, closing his eyes, touching Mu Chen's head.

The relatively pleasant atmosphere became a little heavy under Xin Mule's question.

After being silent for a long time, Mu Chen said softly: "Abba has been missing for almost two months......

"What!" Xin Mule was so shocked that she almost jumped up from the bed, "How did your Abba disappear!

Hong Zhao looked at Mu Chen's depressed appearance, took over the conversation and said to Xin Mule: "Father, too many things have happened in the past few days that you have been in a coma......

From the beginning of the battle between Muye and the self-proclaimed Holy Sect old man that night, the people of the three cities who were still in the tomb of the clan until this moment, Hong Zhao told the story word for word, and even the matter of Mu Chen's heavenly coffin was not concealed at all.

Xin Mu was silent for a while, so many things really made it difficult for him to digest in such a short period of time.

"Hong Zhao, you go out first. Xin Mu was silent for a long time, and suddenly said.

When Hong Zhao heard this, although he had doubts, he still retreated, and did not forget to close the door before leaving.

"Xiao Chen, I shouldn't have involved you in this matter, but the heavenly coffin chooses the master, and the third lady in Tiancheng who has no worldly shackles has the intention of accepting you as a disciple, I thought about it for a long time, and decided to tell you the secret that I brought into the coffin. Xin Mule opened his eyes, but there were empty eye sockets inside, he sighed, patted the edge of the bed, and motioned for Mu Chen to sit on the bed.

"Uncle Xin, please speak, nephew listen. When Mu Chen heard this, he flashed in front of Xin Mule's eyes, sat on the edge of the bed and listened, waiting for Xin Mule to speak.

"Although the thieves who came to attack the tribes of Fu that night were masked, I could guess their identities. Their purpose is one thing. Xin Mule's tone seemed to be flat, but the only remaining palm was clenched into a fist at this time, and the memory of the slaughter of the clan that night made the heart of this fierce middle-aged man fluctuate a lot. He used the only remaining hand to support his body, adjusted his sitting posture, and then continued: "Two months ago, an elder of the Fu tribe stumbled upon an ancient tomb outside the southern territory. Generally speaking, if you encounter such a thing in southern Xinjiang, you must report it to the subordinate city, but it is outside the territory. When the patriarch came back to discuss with us, we decided to join forces to explore the tomb. We were lucky, although all the clan elders who went there were not lightly injured, but luckily we brought back something that even the people of the Three Cities would be greedy for when they saw it...... That's several sets of ancient secret techniques, including corpse refining and shepherd's corpse chasing......"