"What's wrong with him?" Mi Niang asked suspiciously.

Of course, the object of questioning is our Ming Pavilion Master, but our Ming Pavilion Master should not know the reason.

Of course, Lin Mochen wouldn't wait for him to ask, his steps under his feet were faster, and he quickly left this eventful place.

"I guess I haven't gotten used to it yet, but when you look at this pace, you have the urge to fly. It's still too little knowledge. The Ming Pavilion Lord shook his head solemnly, and his figure slowly disappeared in place.

"Hee-hee. Mi Niang chuckled lightly and disappeared in place as well.

Not long after they left, Tuzulang appeared in that place.

"Who is here?" Tu Zulang looked in the direction of Lin Mochen's departure.

Although Ming Zheng is strong, he has no formation assistance, so he can only block this place in a hurry. It doesn't matter if it's somewhere else, but this is the place of the Tu tribe, and Tu Zulang is also a first-class emperor-level master.

"If it's that little guy, the person who came should be a general. The Bloody Rakshasa didn't have the means to shield me, it should be an old friend. Unexpectedly, he made a big fuss about the hunting headquarters, but he turned around and came here. ”

Thousands of years ago, Ming Zheng was invited to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the Wu clan, and naturally he met with the masters of the Wu clan. But if you want to talk about how deep the friendship is, it is absolutely impossible to talk about it, after all, the two have nothing to intersect. This old friend, it's just a little bit longer.

"I don't know what the purpose of his trip is?" Tu Zulang's eyes were firmly fixed on the direction in which Lin Mochen was leaving, and it took a while to come back to his senses, "It doesn't matter if you're passing by or have another purpose, as long as you don't go too far." ”

Tuzulang is also very helpless, the Tu tribe is about to enter a handover period, and this handover period is extremely embarrassing.

In general, when tribal patriarchs change, the burden will naturally fall into the hands of respected witch priests. When the witch sacrifice is handed over, the power returns to the patriarch.

However, the power of the Tu tribe has changed too often this time, and in just a few hundred years, witch sacrifices and patriarchs have to be replaced.

If one is not handled properly, the Tu tribe will be reduced to a second-class tribe, and it will be difficult to be promoted again.

Second-class tribes will be deprived of the right to hold sacrificial ceremonies, and will not be able to receive the blessings of heaven and earth, and their good fortune will naturally fade.

This is naturally not what Tu Zulang wants to see, he doesn't want to become a sinner of the Tu tribe.

He knew the rivalry between the Great Elder, the Second Elder, and the Seventh Elder, and he didn't stop it, but he had already suppressed it. If he hadn't controlled it, the three of them would have fought a long time ago, and the strength of the Tu tribe would have been further weakened.

This is also why he will try his best to save the Tujie Emperor and a few of them, leaving some potential for the Wu Clan.

"It seems that Mu Yao should pay more attention to Lin Mochen and understand their intentions. After Tu Zulang decided on his strategy, the expression on his face relaxed.

On the other side, although Lin Mochen did not use "Blood Cloud Wings", he also returned to his residence with his footwork.

The courtyard was still empty, and with a movement of his hands, a large pot of fire was lit in the middle of the courtyard, and the flames were three times high.

The originally dark courtyard became bright yellow under the light of the flames.

The figure moved, and landed lightly on a stone bench, his eyes squinting, allowing the flames to writhe in his pupils.

"Am I a pusher?"

Lao Tzu did nothing, but the result was inaction. And I have already promoted these, and it can be regarded as a little butterfly flapping its wings, just waiting for the results.

"Am I a pawn?"

But as long as the chess pieces are played, it is extremely difficult to have a good end. Even if you are "handsome" or "general", there is a half chance of being killed by the opponent.

"Hehe, I'm too exalted myself, at best, I'm just a gunner. ”

Speechless, he put away his thoughts, stretched out his hand to summon a jar of wine, patted open the mud seal, and poured a sip with his head up.

"It's still the ancients who were free and easy, there was wine today and drunk today, and the Ming Dynasty slept long without wine. ”

It's not that Lin Mochen can't afford it, but he needs a vent. Knowing that he would fall asleep as soon as he was drunk, he had no worries about getting drunk and leaking secrets.

After pouring a few large sips of wine, Lin Mochen put down the wine jar and gave a long hiccup.

"There is wine and no food, and a bird comes out of his mouth. It's better in the previous life, just have a peanut, spicy strip or something. With his current skills, he will be a gentleman on the beam, and he will definitely not know it. ”

After the chatter, Lin Mochen naturally took action. What's more, this fire has been prepared for a long time.

With the flip of his fingers, he quickly disposed of the little animal, stuffed it with spices, sprinkled it with wine, wrapped it in an unknown leaf, wrapped it in the soil, and let the blood lead it, and it fell into the fire.

The blazing flames swallowed it up at once, and the flames still rose into the air.

Lin Mochen was not idle, and a lot of meat was taken out by him, skewered into skewers, and the remaining skeletons were put into a pot again and stewed.

Under the blazing flames, the meat skewers soon began to bubble with oil and water, and after adding condiments, the fragrance wafted out of the wall.

"Second brother, are you eating alone?" Tuzhang's voice came from the crack in the door into Lin Mochen's ears.

His body shook slightly, but by the time he entered the door, he had eased up.

"I didn't know that my eldest brother was coming back soon, so I prepared in advance. Lin Mochen, who is proficient in wine table culture, naturally won't admit it.

The figure of the earth appeared inside the gate, still wearing a little more gorgeous clothes, and there was undue tiredness on his face.

A master of the Great Witch level, if it is not of the same level of difficulty, this situation will basically not occur.

It can be seen that the sacrificial ceremony is important to the Wu clan and puts great pressure on Tuzhang.

"The second brother is so slippery. ”

"Big brother, sit down, slow down, and soon be fine. Lin Mochen stretched out his hand to summon a stone pier, "I don't have a slippery head, so much food, it must not be a person who eats alone." ”

Of course, Tuzhang will not be polite, although it is occupied by Lin someone's magpie's nest dove, but this is still the residence of his witch sacrifice.

"Even you can see it. Tu shook his head, his face still a little tired, "I was just watching the ceremony before, but now the burden falls on me." It's a pity that my eldest brother and I are not strong, and I am embarrassed. ”

"I guess the elders let the eldest brother rehearse many times, and each time they picked a lot of mistakes. Lin Mochen handed over the meat skewers in his hand, with a faint indignation on his face.

Tu Zhang took the meat skewer a little indifferently and nodded slowly, "Second brother's calculation ability, except for the Tianji Sect people, is probably also the top, and he can cross so many levels of cultivation. ”

Lin Mochen shook his head, "Whether the eldest brother believes it or not, these are all based on my guesses." Before, the eldest brother had a falling out with the two elders because of me, so this happened. ”

Tuzhang set his eyes on Lin Mochen and looked straight at him. Take a look at the latest chapters of "Zombie Fairy Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.