The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

North Xinjiang is the place where Jiang qianxia made her fortune and made her love. It is also the place where she doesn't want to come back from the bottom of her heart, but Guli's disappearance left her no choice.

Jiang qianxia and his party, with only 50 ghost slaves and one ghost, once entered the northern Xinjiang, they were like small stones thrown into the vast sea without setting off a wave, so they were swallowed up by the vast grassland.

Knowing that Xiao Shuai couldn't let her go deep into the grassland with so many people, Jiang qianxia didn't say hello to the border army at all. He took the smuggling channel of black businessmen and directly bypassed the border army to enter the boundary of bone profit.

Although the battlefield where Guli disappeared has been searched back and forth countless times, Jiang qianxia, who has no clue, can only hold unrealistic hope and prepare to go to the field first.

The winter on the grassland made the ghost slaves suffer a lot. Fortunately, they followed Jiang qianxia, a mobile warehouse. They could eat hot meals every day, sleep in warm tents, and even take a luxurious bath with hot water. The vegetables and fruits in winter were scarce every day.

In this regard, there are also many ghost slaves who can not adapt to the severe climate and catch the wind and cold, which indirectly drag down the speed of the team.

After a more cruel snow disaster, Jiang qianxia is like a grass covered by snow. It looks wilting. His physical condition has become the best one.

After the boy from the southwest also fell ill, Jiang qianxia recognized the reality, scattered the fairly healthy ghost slaves, looked for nearby small tribes, stopped and repaired for a few days, so that the ghost slaves who were dying could slow down.

Pretending to be a caravan and living in the tribe, the ghost slaves naturally lost their vigil and were guarded by the most alert Tibetan mastiff. Finally, everyone could have a good sleep.

When the pale moon was about to rise to the top of her head, Jiang qianxia came out of the tent of the patients tired. The thick mink cloak blocked the scattered snow and cold wind at night. She took a breath of heat. She went deep and shallow back to her tent, opened the curtain and froze.

"They're dead?"

Two ghost slaves who should have been guarding in her tent were lying upright on the sheepskin carpet. There was only a dim oil lamp in the tent. She couldn't even tell the life and death of ghost slaves.

A man wrapped in a thick sheepskin jacket and half a ghost wood mask on his face stood in a dark corner like a dead object and shook his head slowly.

Jiang qianxia breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down his steps, came forward to check the ghost slave's body, determined that they were just in a coma for unknown reasons, raised their eyes and stared at the ghost faced man who didn't know when to move a distance in front of her.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. If you move forward, I can't guarantee that I won't kill you by mistake."

The exquisite Ivory pistol is hidden in the furry sleeve. The muzzle is slightly raised and points to the ghost face man's heart. Jiang qianxia's hand is as stable as black iron. It's difficult for her to miss at such a close distance.

The ghost faced man really didn't move forward, but he didn't feel fear and fear at all.

He slowly opened his mouth a little stiff. He was afraid that Jiang qianxia couldn't see clearly. He also tilted his head so that the oil lamp light on the table could shine into his mouth.

He had no tongue, or his tongue was cut by people, and there were still scorched burn marks on the wound, which was obviously the blood roughly stopped with a soldering iron.

Jiang qianxia felt that the root of his tongue was aching. It was not easy for him to survive such a rough tongue pulling.

"Are you gods sick? Even if you're afraid of being captured, send someone who can't speak to me. Can you let me communicate with you by sign language?"

After being chased from Kyoto to Dianzhou, Jiang qianxia has not communicated with the God church once or twice. The sister AI family, the saint of the original god religion, mentioned to her that such a person with a ghost wood mask is the Ganymede directly belonging to the God of heaven.

The Ganymede is a powerful and powerful killer. It is the most loyal soldier of the gods. But their sisters didn't say that the Ganymede is a mute without a tongue.

After listening to Jiang qianxia's complaint, Mu Wei closed his mouth and took out two things from his arms - a letter and a purse.

The fingers pulled out as like as two peas, and the red string hung on their necks, and the fine purse hanging on the red line was exactly the same as that in the hands of the man.

It was the night when she and Guli got married. They wore long and Feng purses with hair. Since they got married, they took them with them and never left them.

"Oh, I should have thought of it. Guli is in the hands of your God sect..."

Staring at Mu Wei coldly, Jiang qianxia roughly tore open the envelope, took out the letter inside, glanced at it roughly, and aroused a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Sure enough, there's nothing new. Let me go with you, but I have to leave a letter for other ghost slaves to return to Daqian. Don't worry, your God sect won't be mentioned in the letter. You can watch me write."

Muwei nodded without hesitation. Jiang qianxia narrowed her eyes and was more dissatisfied - muwei asked her to leave a letter so simply, which shows that her actions and reactions have been expected by the behind the scenes, and the behind the scenes are confident enough to hold her and not afraid of her resistance.

Also, men are in each other's hands. What else can she do except obedience!

Angrily, he wrote a short book, which only told the ghost slaves to take good care of themselves and return to Daqian as soon as possible, and reported everything they knew to Xiao Shuai.

Press the book with the oil lamp. Jiang qianxia wrapped his cloak tightly and said with a sneer, "well, now how do you take me away from here? Do you need to cover my eyes?"

The wooden guard didn't seem to recognize the provocation in her tone, so he naturally covered her eyes with a black cloth, and then his dry but hard hand like a wooden root grabbed her wrist and held her out slowly.

Go, go straight.

The Tibetan mastiff, cattle, sheep and herdsmen of the small tribe are as clean as dead. There is no movement except the howling cold wind.

Walking in the unknown direction with deep and shallow feet, the rich black makes Jiang qianxia lose his sense of direction. Only the traction holding her wrist is still firm.

Most of the senses are sealed. Jiang qianxia can't even judge how long he has walked, but his legs are getting colder and heavier.

Suddenly her body lightened, the wooden guard picked her up, and her numb brain was confused. The next moment, she entered a warm space.

"Click"

As soon as his hands and feet sank, Jiang qianxia pulled at the corners of his mouth. Without looking, he knew he was locked by an iron chain.

Fortunately, after the guard locked her, he took off the black cloth from her eyes.

"Hehe, the night pearl is used as an oil lamp. Your master is really luxurious and admirable, but the aesthetic level is really poor. The craftsman who designed this carriage should be buried alive."

Except for the front door, the whole carriage is completely sealed. Soft blankets are nailed up and down all around. The iron chains baked on her limbs come from the upper and lower corners of the carriage. The length ensures that she can lie and sit comfortably in the carriage, but she can't move any more.

The night pearl inlaid on the top is the only light source in the carriage. Without the window, Jiang qianxia can not determine his location, or even expose his position with such subtle and imperceptible small hands as rice noodles.

This is a luxurious prison car. After the wooden guard closed the carriage door indifferently, Jiang qianxia not only lamented that the God of god religion really likes to invite guests by this semi forced means