Ki Fuji Zhu withdrew his gaze.

He was a little disappointed after learning that Ye Xi was not from the super tribe, but he comforted himself that it was also good to not be from the super tribe.

I heard that some super tribes have good friends with the Chao tribe, and most of their partners are from the other tribe and have a close relationship, if Ye Xi is from those super tribes, knowing that their Beng tribe has offended the people of the Chao tribe, maybe they will immediately turn their faces and kill them.

No, no, no, no.

If you are friendly with the Chao tribesmen, it is impossible not to recognize the chigger insects, let alone help them drive them away.

Mu Tengzhu rolled his eyes, and glanced at Ye Xi's outfit vaguely, looking at his delicate bronze scabbard, perfectly tanned leather boots, and the leather armor on his body, he really couldn't figure out which mysterious tribe this Xicheng was.

To be able to cultivate such a young Great Witch, this Xicheng is not simple, or ...... Or is he actually very old, and he just used some kind of strange flowers and plants that can keep him young?

Isn't it a witch of the Wumu tribe?!

It is said that the Wumu tribe has a different wood that can stay young, is this great witch in front of him afraid of alarming them, so he deliberately made a name casually?

If this is really the case, maybe their Beng tribe will be saved!

I heard that the Wumu tribe doesn't have a good relationship with the Chao tribe!

Thinking of this, Mu Tengzhu's heart jumped, and he treated Ye Xi more and more respectfully: "Great Wu, please go back to the tribe with us, our Wu and the chief must be very happy to see you!"

Ye Xi smiled slightly and thanked him.

Mu Tengzhu saluted respectfully again: "Please wait for me a little longer." ”

After Ye Xi agreed, he pulled out the sharp bone knife, supported the body that had not fully recovered, and staggered to the unconscious Mangshan.

At this time, Mang Shan was lying on all fours with his face on the ground, his hair, animal skin clothes, and skin were all charred and black, and his back was the most seriously injured, and the charred-like skin peeled off, revealing red flesh with bloody pus, which looked miserable.

Mu Tengzhu grabbed Mangshan's shoulder and turned him over.

Mang Shan closed his eyes and breathed weakly, and after the scrub left his body, he no longer smiled, his dry lips pursed.

Mu Tengzhu's eyes narrowed, and he aimed at Mangshan's neck and raised the bone knife high.

When Mu Tengzhu was about to chop it down, Mussel suddenly grabbed his arm and shouted, "Brother Mu, don't kill him!"

Mu Fuji Zhu frowned and shook off the mussel violently.

Mussel said pleading with pleading eyes: "Brother Mu, the reason why Brother Mangshan offended the people of the Chao tribe is also for the tribe! If he didn't want to get the source stone for the tribe, he wouldn't be like this!"

Mu Fuji Zhu snorted from his nose and sneered mercilessly,

"Do you think he will give you the source stone? After turning around, it's not for his own use, what do you say for the tribe!"

Mussel snorted: "Brother Mangshan should be handed over to the chief, but Brother Mangshan is the most potential warrior of our tribe, and it will be given to him in the end." ”

Mu Tengzhu sneered: "So in the end, this source stone still belongs to him!"

He accentuated his tone, and said word by word with a gloomy look in his eyes: "So he is still trying to get the source stone for himself, so that our Beng tribe is about to be wiped out!"

The mussel wiped away her tears and stopped talking.

He usually has a good relationship with Mangshan, but because he has fallen into the horror of being wiped out these days, he hates Mangshan. But seeing him burned like this, he still relented.

And originally Mangshan was parasitized by scrub worms and became a breeding nest of live scrub worms, even if he didn't kill him, he wouldn't live, and he would die tortured.

But now it's different, those scrub worms crawled out of Mangshan's body, although Mangshan may become a fool, maybe he can't even move, but he is still alive after all.

When Mu Fuji Zhu wanted to solve Mangshan, another middle-aged warrior also stood up to speak.

"Forget it, what if the Lotus tribe witch regrets it and feels sorry for him to be angry with us? It is said that the witch is only left with his sister and Mangshan's two relatives!"

The life-and-death crisis just now cooled down the brains of this warrior who were feverish with hatred, and when he thought of this, he was a little afraid, afraid that the Lotus Tribe's witch would see his nephew die so miserably, and turn back to them to settle accounts.

That's too unjust.

"yes, forget it. ”

The mussel persuaded again.

Mu Tengzhu had a hideous green tendon bulge on the back of his hand, and his face turned blue and said angrily: "Forget it! Even if I spare him now, in a few days, he won't die with us!!"

"Since you want him to die with us!

He threw down the bone knife with a thud, his chest heaving with anger.

Mussel frowned slightly, gave him a look, and motioned him not to forget Ye Xi on the side.

After Mu Tengzhu understood his eyes, it was like a basin of ice water being poured on his head, his body was stiff and cold, and his anger was extinguished at once.

I was so angry just now that I forgot that this mysterious witch was still waiting aside, and I actually flew into a rage in front of him. This witch doesn't feel offended and get angry, right?

Mu Tengzhu carefully observed Ye Xi's face, for fear of finding signs of anger.

Because of this episode, Mu Tengzhu completely extinguished his heart to kill Mangshan, beckoned to the mussels, and motioned for them to carry Mangshan back to the tribe.

Then he walked in front of Ye Xi, and said with a little respect and a little flattery: "Da Wu, let you wait for a long time, go to the tribe with us!"

Ye Xi nodded.

"Okay, you lead the way. ”

......

Ye Xi followed them to the Beng tribe.

The Mussel tribe is located in a beautiful valley full of tung blossoms.

The tung blossoms here are more lush than those on the bank of the river, and there are no green leaves at all, only pink and white delicate flowers that stretch into the sea, the petals are stacked on top of each other, piled up like clouds, and the petals fall in the breeze, like a rain of petals.

In the middle of the valley there is a small lake.

The water is a pale blue color, smooth as a mirror, like a fine color of jade, and the lake is covered with a light gauzy mist. In the mist of ethereal flow, there are large patches of dark green lotus leaves.

"Whoa!"

A large mussel came up, opened its shell, and spat out a stream of water at the lotus leaf.

The lotus leaves were suddenly filled with crystal clear, lovely and mellow dewdrops, which rolled down from time to time and gently fell to the surface of the water, causing the surface of the water to be stained with gentle ripples.

Among the dark green lotus leaves, there are also many delicate lotus flowers that are either pink or white or light purple. These lotus flowers are not yet fully blooming, and the flowers are budding and delicate, swaying slightly under the drive of water waves.

This valley is even more beautiful than the valley of Xiaotu Mountain, like a fairyland, Ye Xiguang watched from afar, smelling the dark fragrance of tung flowers and lotus flowers in the air, and his heart was already intoxicated.

He involuntarily lightened his steps.