Devil Emperor's Mad Wife: Supreme Soul Master

Chapter 53 It's a miracle!
The corners of Mu Qingfeng's lips raised slightly: "Let's talk about a deal, I know how to grow rice in the desert."

The boy jumped up from the chair immediately: "You...what did you say?"

Mu Qingfeng looked directly at the boy's cat pupils, and said unhurriedly: "I will provide all your food when I teach you to start planting in the desert until the rice is ripe and harvesting."

"You know what you're talking about?" the woman sneered, "You look only eleven or twelve years old, right? And you're still a human being. Do you think we'll believe you?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Mu Qingfeng raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, the confidence in her brows made people unable to move their eyes away at this moment.

The young man took a deep breath, shook his head lightly at the woman, then pointed to the chair beside him, and said to Mu Qingfeng, "Please sit down."

After Mu Qingfeng sat down, the young man said: "Tell me about your conditions."

"I want your weapons." Mu Qingfeng tapped his fingertips on the chair with one hand, "Of course, I don't want it for free, but I'm here to buy your weapons. The price is negotiable."

"Why should I believe you?" The young man pursed his lips, his clear and clear cat pupils were extremely deep at this moment, and the fiery totem between his brows became even more coquettish.

Mu Qingfeng rubbed his space ring, raised his eyes and said, "Four thousand catties of grain, my sincerity."

"Aren't you afraid of becoming the public enemy of mankind? Dare to cooperate with our Yedi clan?" the boy narrowed his cat pupils and asked back.

Mu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled at the young man: "Can anyone believe that I am cooperating with the Yedi Clan? And, so what if someone knows? I, Mu Qingfeng, do things as I please. Whoever comes here will not be happy, and I will clean it up." yes."

Four thousand catties of grain, it is impossible to say that they are not tempted, it is enough for their whole clan to eat for nearly a month.

Mu Qingfeng's condition is actually not a condition for them at all. The Yedi tribe is called the descendant of the God of Weapons, and this title is not blown out.

When it comes to refining weapons, the young man is confident that no race can compare to his Nightshade Clan.

When the young man was talking to Mu Qingfeng, the deep cat pupils were always on her body, until now he slowly looked away, the cat pupils became clear again, and he said: "Chijia."

"Mu Qingfeng." A smile appeared on Mu Qingfeng's lips. In her opinion, this Young Master Yedi was far from being weak as she had heard before. On the contrary, she had an indescribable feeling, just like before. A cat pupil like a deep pool.

Chijia stood up, and the moon white gown made him thin and frail: "I need to discuss with the high priest, are you waiting here?"

"Okay." Mu Qingfeng shrugged and nodded in agreement.

Chi Jia took a deep look at Mu Qingfeng, and stepped out of the tent.

The woman poured a glass of water for Mu Qingfeng, her eyes were slightly red: "You, do you really have a way to plant in the desert?"

"If not, then wouldn't I have come to die alone?" Mu Qingfeng smiled helplessly, "I think it should be enough to show my sincerity if I came here alone?"

When the woman heard the words, she knelt down to Mu Qingfeng directly: "If you can really grow rice in the desert, you will be the savior of our family!"

Before Mu Qingfeng had time to react, footsteps could be heard outside the door, and then the curtain was lifted, and a man in silver clothes who was as perfect as a god walked in.

Mu Qingfeng raised his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he saw this man's soft black hair hanging down to his ankles, his handsome face was cold and ruthless, his eyes were sharp and scrutinizing, and those pupils were actually a silver color that was different from ordinary people.

The man did not underestimate her because of her age, his silver eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was low and cold: "Human, do you really mean what you say?"

"If it's not true, wouldn't you kill me at any time?" Mu Qingfeng could feel the strength of the man in front of him, but he used the three-character scripture to serve the Tsing Yi City Lord all over the place. It seems that the old guy knew about this time There is such a powerful figure leading the team!

The city lord who was far away in Tsing Yi City sneezed and pinched his nose. He seemed to have forgotten something?what is it?

"You follow us back to the Hui clan." The man took a fixed look at Mu Qingfeng, left a word and turned to leave the tent.

The woman was almost paralyzed from fright, until she was sure that the figure of the high priest had disappeared, then she took a breath and looked at Mu Qingfeng with a flicker of admiration: "There has never been a clansman who dared to look at our high priest."

"The high priest agreed." Chi Jia opened the curtain and walked in, looking forward to Mu Qingfeng with a pair of cat eyes, "If you can, please don't give us hope, and then let us down."

Looking at Chijia's cat-like light brown eyes, Mu Qingfeng showed a sincere and relaxed smile, put more than 4000 catties of grain collected by Yuan Qingtiemu into a space ring, and handed it to Chijia : "I never do things I'm not sure about."

Chijia is holding this space ring, his light coffee-colored eyes are slightly watery, they are very bitter, really bitter, they are different from other races who can eat meat, their natural stomach can only accept grains such as rice .

But the territory they live in is a desert area, which cannot be planted at all. In order to survive, they can only rob, rob, and use the weapons they made to kill and plunder.

The four thousand catties of grain can't solve the food and clothing for a long time, but it can save the whole clan who are dying of hunger.

Mu Qingfeng sighed in his heart, walked out of the tent slowly, squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of sand, twisted it up and licked it a little bit.

"What is this for?" Chi Jia followed behind Mu Qingfeng and asked in confusion.

Mu Qingfeng dropped the sand in the palm of his hand. The acidity and alkalinity of the sand in the palm of his hand is much lower than that of the desert in the 22nd century. In comparison, the survival rate of rice will be higher. Lack of water?"

"There is no shortage." Chi Jia shook his head slightly, "We have a water level detector, and there is still plenty of water in the desert."

"Water level detection spirit tool?" Mu Qingfeng was startled, this Yedi clan is amazing, the desert water level detection spirit weapon, this Yedi clan is really amazing.

"Well, it was refined by our high priest." When Chi Jia said about the high priest, reverence flashed in the cat's eyes, "The high priest is really like a god."

God?

Mu Qingfeng thought of the amazed silver-eyed man with ink hair, nodded, agreed with the word "God", paused and said: "Chijia, you have someone pick out about twenty catties of seeds."

"Okay." Chi Jia agreed without hesitation, "Is there anything else that needs to be prepared?"

Mu Qingfeng rubbed the sand in his hands: "There are two acres of gentle sandy land with sufficient underground water. The rest will be discussed when we arrive at the territory."

Early the next morning.

Mu Qingfeng put on a light blue outfit, and as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he saw the high priest in silver clothes with soft black hair standing in the desert. Nine days of gods, a pair of silver eyes are still cold.

(End of this chapter)