"The Vermilion Bird is indeed extraordinary!" said the fat man sitting on the sofa slowly. There was a hint of strangeness in his voice, like a woman. This voice, coupled with the slow tone, resembles the factory owner of the ancient East-West Factory.

The man sat on the sofa in the corner, and was trapped in the shadows, unable to see his face clearly. Although the fat man talked to Zhuque, he could hear a hint of eagerness and flattery from his tone.

Before Qin Mu could figure out what that guy meant, he saw the man move, changed his seat, his face emerged from the shadow, and he could see his true face clearly.

Qin Mu seemed to have never seen that face before. He had a fat face, fat head and big ears, and didn't even have a neck. There was a dense layer of small bulges under his chin, and some places were bluish and purple, which made people feel nauseous.

Qin Mu felt this way, but Zhuque, who was closest to the man, stepped back. Facing the man's lustful eyes, he turned his head away with disgust: "Stop talking about these things that are not available, don't forget your promise."

Qin Mu is much better than those men with arrogance. At least he did not throw it there casually, but was placed solemnly by Zhuque in the center and happened to face Honglian.

At this time, Honglian was also tied up by five flowers. Qin Mu felt very strange. With the skills of Sister Honglian, how could she be tied there in obediently?

At this time, Honglian seemed extremely strange. He could even hear Honglian cursing voices just now. When Zhuque came down, Honglian just looked at Zhuque with hatred eyes and stopped talking.

Xiaosheng Xiaobai and Maomao, these three little loli were tied together, and when Honglian was silent, Xiaobai was filled with righteous indignation: "Witch, let us go!"

Zhuque heard this sentence and smiled slowly blooming like a lotus. He looked at Xiaobai's face with Yun Danfengqing: "I'm obviously a monster, and I'm such a low-level monster, and I still have the face to say to me?"

Although Zhuque had a smile on his face, it was not a smile at all. On the contrary, he seemed even colder and colder. At this time, Zhuque was getting closer to Xiaobai little by little, and the threatening meaning on his face was obvious. In addition, the pressure of the superior demon clan on this guy was brought to him step by step. When he approached Xiaobai step by step, Xiaobai was suppressed by that momentum and wanted to hide directly behind Xiaosheng.

Honglian's eyes were fierce, as if she wanted to say something. She struggled for a long time but didn't squeeze out a word. Finally, when Zhuque had already started to look at Xiaobai, Honglian finally spoke up.

"Isn't it just a sparrow? Chonghua gave you the name of Zhuque to praise you... It doesn't mean that you are really Zhuque... Zhuque is a holy beast, how can it be compared to a mixed fish like you?" Honglian said this with a breath of breath. Qin Mu noticed that when she finished speaking, her entire forehead was covered with sweat beads, densely packed.

The "sparrow" in the Honglian sentence stimulated Zhuque's nerves. She immediately turned her head and looked at Honglian in a sinister way, saying, "I didn't expect that under the suppression of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, you still have time to speak. It seems that you have not made any progress over the years."

"That's natural. Although I am a ferocious beast, I am a famous person at least. Unlike someone, no matter how many onions are inserted in my nose, I am not an elephant!" In terms of quarrel, Zhuque was absolutely inferior to Honglian. Just a few words made Zhuque so angry that he smoked his orifices.

The Vermilion Bird seemed to have made several handprints at Honglian. Honglian suddenly gritted her teeth and stopped talking.

Qin Mu looked carefully and found that there was a pagoda about the size of a baby's fist ten centimeters above Honglian's head, spinning around ten centimeters, looking very realistic. Even in such a small situation, you could see the small bells on the edge of the pagoda.

On the top of the pagoda, there is a bead the size of an adult man’s thumb, and it is not a word of color. The color of this bead is of the colorful type, shining brightly and shining.

The speed of the pagoda itself was not very fast, and after Zhuque had made several handprints, the rotation speed of the pagoda increased significantly. When this thing increased its speed, it was clear that Sister Honglian's breathing was a little rapid.

This must be the demon-suppressing tower that Zhuque mentioned. Qin Mu remembers that this thing seems to be one of the ten most treasures of Taoism. Why did this thing appear in Zhuque's hands?

Zhuque seemed to be unable to relieve his hatred, and after making a few handprints, he still wanted to continue.

At this time, the fat man spoke. The guy squinted his small eyes and was wandering around Honglian's body. His forehead was glistening, and the bulge under his neck seemed to be even more protruding. The blue veins on the bulge could be seen from a distance.

Qin Mu even felt that these bulges might be living creatures, as if something would grow out of the fat man's face.

The man looked at Honglian with such disgusting eyes, and said to Zhuque in the voice of a factory that was slow to resemble the factory in the world factory: "Miss Zhuque, why be so excited? What if we ruin our offerings, what if we do?"

When the fat man said this, the few mushrooms on Qin Mu's side widened their eyes. Honglian ignored the pain on her body and hurriedly said, "Zhuque, what are you thinking?" When Honglian was speaking, it was obvious that she could see many red arc-like things that were wrapped around her body. At the same time, Honglian's face also became quite painful, as if she was very uncomfortable.

Zhuque seemed to have not heard what Honglian said at all, but looked at the fat man with great agreement and said, "You are right, how can I hurt our important offerings?"

While saying that, he stroked Honglian's face with his fair fingers.

"Zhu Bi, we have no holiday with you, right?" Qin Mu couldn't stand it anymore. The Suzaku in front of him was not the original Suzaku at all, and he said gritting his teeth.

Zhuque's movement of touching Honglian's face was slightly suffocated, and he turned around and looked at Qin Mu with a smile, nodding: "There is indeed no holiday."

"But why is this?" Qin Mu was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He could clearly feel that Bai Sanyan, who was standing by, was smiling happily.

"I said at the beginning that it would be best if you could follow us honestly, but you would choose to resist." Zhuque said calmly, not seemingly feeling anything wrong.

"But don't forget that you are Wu Zhude's attendant spirit. No matter what, you shouldn't attack your own people." Qin Mu couldn't help but say, "Even if there was no problem at the beginning, I would definitely be me in inheriting Wu Zhude."

"So you're so self-righteous. Who do you think you are?" Zhuque couldn't help but smile, looking at Qin Mu with a joking look.

"Don't forget what Gou Chen said, don't forget the blood in my body!" Qin Mu's warning was obvious, and he stared at Zhuque tightly, as if he was about to attack the next second.
Chapter completed!