The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

The big squirrel wanted to cry, but was afraid that his tears would wash away the little puppet, so he tried hard to hold back his tears.

Muguo didn't say anything.

Although they were hostile forces, it was really sad to be treated as a slave and transferred to others by a partner whom I trusted wholeheartedly.

Not to mention that the big squirrel agreed to sign the slave contract in order to prolong Wu Xue's life.

It has been in a coma for so many years. On the one hand, it may be injured, and on the other hand, it may have suffered a backlash due to Wu Xue's death.

Seeing that it could not wake up, the tribe used it as a blood bag for the tree. They really made full use of it.

Mu Guo felt sorry for it, so she controlled the little puppet and used an emotion magic ball.

"I can't save you. Your power is too weak, and I have a grudge against the Wu tribe. But I can make you less sad."

The big squirrel slowly blinked away his tears and looked at the little puppet seriously.

"Thank you, you are a very good little person, you are very different from humans,

If you weren't so small, I would think you were as good as the legendary Mother Goddess."

It seems that the big squirrel thinks that this little puppet is her real body. Muguo feels a little sorry. The life of this big squirrel has come to the end, and there is a slave contract on it. The price of saving it is too high.

She couldn't afford such a huge price to pay to help a controlled beast.

Crushing another magic ball of emotions, she could only let it go so that she wouldn't be too sad.

The light of the magic ball of emotions covered the body of the big squirrel.

The big squirrel felt that his sadness and pain were much relieved.

Its body continued to expand.

It's really nice to be in a good mood before dying.

Its speech became much calmer, but the blue light in its eyes dissipated faster, it seemed to be a last burst of energy.

"I brought this tree back with me. I dug it from the Shiwan Mountains when the Snow Tribe's beast was promoted to the king level.

Although it is not intelligent, I see that it has taken root in the body of a fierce beast and is growing. The fruit it bears is beneficial to the beast...

I didn't expect it to be absorbing my flesh and blood to grow."

Mu Guo calculated, "The Snow Tribe's king-level beast has been dead for fifty years, and it has been one hundred and fifty years since it was promoted to the king level. When did you fall asleep?"

The giant squirrel is very calm. It is slowly expanding its cave.

"It's been ten years since I dug up this tree.

Well, I can no longer control the power in my body. Goodbye, little human.

It's a pleasure to meet a new friend before I die..."

Muguo looked at the blue light in its eyes that had already dispersed, and it was indeed at the end of its life.

It put the little puppet on its paw and carried it to the entrance of the cave.

The Wu tribe members who were guarding the cave entrance were horrified to see a huge claw sticking out of the cave.

The hole gradually collapsed inwards, and the big squirrel felt the slave mark on its back getting hot. It was so painful that its body, which had already lost most of its consciousness, began to tremble.

It sensed that the person controlling it was very close.

"Evil beast! Don't stop!"

The man was in his forties or fifties, with two deep wrinkles between his eyebrows and two red moles in the middle. There was a familiar look between his eyebrows.

It sat in the cave, letting the pain from the mark behind it grow.

The pain made it a little more sober, but it seemed that it was still not as calm as it thought. This tomb was not suitable for it.

"Evil beast! You are not dead yet..."

Alas, it turns out that in the eyes of the tribe that I have protected all my life, I am just an evil beast.

The big squirrel used the pain from the mark to support himself and slap it with his palm.

Dozens of the Wu people who came rushing over were slapped to death by this palm strike, along with three squirrel beasts.

The only person left out was the middle-aged woman who yelled "evil beast". She looked at the blood all around her, trembling all over and keeping silent.

The big squirrel stayed awake through the severe pain of disobeying orders, and slowly stood up.

"You look a bit like Wu Xue, maybe you are her bloodline... I won't kill you,"

The middle-aged woman looked at the direction it was going in with some fear, "Where are you going? What are you going to do?"

The big squirrel walked a few steps to the beast's den in the forest, and when he caught some squirrels, he found that all of them were also covered with slave contracts.

When the squirrel beasts encountered the king-level beasts of the same origin, they felt the pressure of their blood and became stiff and unable to move.

"You haven't even gained wisdom yet. You have directly used the fruit to improve your realm. Since you are the fruit of my body, I am also qualified to take back your power."

The giant squirrel pierced through the beast crystals on the squirrel beasts. As the beast crystals shattered, the bodies of these small squirrels shrank rapidly.

The giant squirrel was moving slower and slower, and his vision was becoming blurry.

It could no longer hold on; the weakness and pain made it impossible for it to take another step.

Only one thought remained, "The beast should not be underestimated."

On the other side, after the little puppet was sent out of the cave by the big squirrel, it was left not far from the cave entrance to record the big squirrel's rise and fall.

Muguo quickly opened the system to scan and searched for the Jianmu totem pole in the Wu tribe.

The Wu tribe was very large. During his search, Mu Guo saw a large number of Wu people, who kept picking up their weapons and gathering towards the cave.

Mu Guo was a little anxious about where it was. She had to find the Jianmu totem pole while the giant squirrel was distracting her. Otherwise, with so many ferocious beasts in the Wu tribe, it was inevitable that one of them would notice the hovercraft.

Suddenly she thought of the Jianmu totem poles that had been used for a large number of human sacrifices.

There should be a strong smell of blood.

"Xiao Li, can you find the place with the heaviest smell of blood in the Wu tribe?"

The raccoon stuck its little head out through the hole in the car door.

After sniffing, he pointed to the center of the Wu tribe.

There is a tall house there.

If Muguo had not seen the small courtyard that Tutu had given her, she would probably be shocked by this tall house made purely of huge stones.

The huge white stones sparkled in the sun. This seemingly pure color was actually a place for human sacrifices.

There was no one in the house, Mu Guo carefully lowered the car and jumped out of it.

The Jianmu totem pole is easy to distinguish.

It was a dark red wooden pillar more than two meters high with numerous carvings on it. The color became increasingly red and darker as it went down.

It was placed on a stone platform.

Muguo carefully groped his way to the top of the pillar through the system.

There is a very small hole there. With a gentle pull through the system, a small stick as thick as a finger is pulled out.

The surface is covered with fish skin. The outermost layer of the fish skin has been stained red.

Muguo carefully cut open the fish skin. Fortunately, the innermost layer of the fish skin had not yet been dyed.

Mu Guo breathed a sigh of relief and was about to drive the car away from the Wu tribe.

There was a loud noise coming from the forest behind.

Mu Guo controlled the hovercraft and saw that the forest was in ruins. There was red everywhere, and there were broken bodies everywhere, both human and animal.

She knew that the big squirrel had exploded on its own. She had originally thought that based on the big squirrel's affection for Wu Xue and its declining aura, it would die naturally.

Muguo took back the little puppet that had been following the giant squirrel.

I only realized it after watching the video recorded by the little puppet.

The Wu tribe actually called the big squirrel a beast, which completely angered the big squirrel.

Even with its last breath, it will kill all the beasts that have used the fruit produced by it.

Muguo felt mixed emotions and hugged the raccoon tightly.

"Raccoon, you can never lose yourself for anyone or any beast, understand?"

The raccoon frowned, propped up its four little paws and pressed Muguo against the wall, face to face.

“Meow~ Meow~”

I will only get lost in your star-like eyes.