Chapter 32: The Spirit of the Purple Tree

Ling Weitong was a little angry!

I didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, so I asked, "Ah Chun, what is a 'demon'?"

"I don't know, I don't like 'demons', but I don't want to destroy 'demons', they seem to exist in this world. ”

Wang Ren said.

Ling Weitong drilled into Wang Ren's arms and said, "Isn't there a reason for it to exist in this world? Why do you want to destroy the 'demon'?"

"I don't know, that's what I suddenly thought of in my heart. ”

Wang Ren shook his head, he just said what he wanted to say in his heart, but he didn't seem to know what he thought.

"This 'demon' is related to the purple tung flower, right?"

"Uh-huh, I think so. The 'demon' shrouded the entire Zitong City with the help of the fragrance of purple tung flowers, but fortunately, this 'demon' seems to only amplify desire, as long as you restrain yourself more, nothing will happen. ”

Speaking of desire, Ling Weitong's eyes rolled and he breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that Wang Ren would suddenly understand something, and at the same time, there was a little bit of disappointment in his heart.

Ling Weitong asked a little puzzled, "Since this 'demon' will not take the initiative to harm, then what do you mean by this investigation?"

Wang Ren's eyes became serious, and he said, "The demon has a place where the demon should be, and it shouldn't appear blatantly in the human race!"

Then he gently patted Ling Weitong on the shoulder, and said softly: "Get up quickly, little lazy cat, lying in my arms all day long, sometimes my body has some inexplicable changes, and it is very uncomfortable." ”

"Hmph, if you don't lie down, you won't lie down!"

Ling Weitong hurriedly got up and said arrogantly.

In fact, the reason why Ling Weitong got up so quickly was that she was a little scared in her heart.

"Where are you going?"

Ling Weitong didn't pretend to be angry when he saw that Wang Ren came to comfort him, but walked out and asked sulkingly.

"Let's go, let's go to the purple tung tree and have a look. ”

Wang Ren walked over, took Ling Weitong's hand and walked out.

Ling Weitong's face was unhappy, playing with his eldest lady's temper, and his heart was actually very sweet.

Soon the two of them came from the Mo family to the purple tung tree.

The purple tung tree is still standing there quietly, and the wind blows off the purple tung flowers, and the scattered purple flowers are beautiful.

The fragrance of purple tung flowers is tangy, rich and beautiful.

Who can believe that such a beautiful picture is actually related to "magic".

Ling Weitong didn't believe it, but she believed in Wang Ren.

There are still many men and women snuggling together next to the purple tung tree, their eyes full of autumn water and longing.

Wang Ren came to the edge of the purple tung tree, and kept groping along the rough texture of the purple tung tree.

The cracks are formed by the growth and expansion of the purple tree, and the old and hard bark reveals the vicissitudes brought by the endless years.

Wang Ren suddenly clenched his fists, activated his aura, and slammed his fist on the body of the purple tung tree.

Boom!

A loud bang sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding men and women.

A lot of purple tung flowers fell off the trees, fell to the ground, and landed on the visitors......

"What are you doing, why are you hurting the purple tree!"

Some indignant young men shouted directly at Wang Ren.

The purple tung tree has long become the symbol of the purple tung city, and it is also a holy place of love that lovers yearn for.

Wang Ren hurt the purple tung tree, and was naturally accused by the young people around him.

The people around also began to point fingers at Wang Ren and Ling Weitong.

Ling Weitong was a little worried, although she didn't know what Wang Ren was doing, she knew that Wang Ren would not do bad things.

Ling Weitong hurriedly explained to the people around him: "That's not the case, you misunderstood, he won't do bad things." ”

"He won't do bad things, so what is he doing? He's destroying our yearning for love, isn't that a bad thing? Girl, I think you're pretty good-looking, why would you follow such a person?"

Such voices are constantly circulating.

Ling Weitong hurriedly ran to Wang Ren's side, intending to stop Wang Ren.

However, at this moment, Wang Ren said to Ling Weitong: "Stand back, don't come over." ”

Then he looked coldly at the "hot-blooded" young men and women around him, and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, I advise you to leave quickly!"

Then Wang Ren slammed another punch on the purple tung tree, and this blow was even more violent.

The young men and women around saw Wang Ren's fierce color, and they were a little afraid of getting into trouble and hurriedly left. Some of them still stay here and watch.

"Weitong, if there is any mutation later, leave me alone, just run!"

Wang Ren said to Ling Weitong.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground around him began to rumble, and thick black vines stretched out of the earth, swinging and shaking, fangs and claws.

These black vines also exude a black aura, which contrasts sharply with the purple purple tung flowers.

The men and women around were shocked when they saw this, and they no longer had the mood to turn off the excitement, and hurriedly fled in all directions.

"Ah Chun!"

Ling Weitong shouted.

"Wei Tong is obedient, run, don't worry, I'll be fine. ”

I saw that the vines were tightly wound around Wang Ren, and Wang Ren did not make any resistance.

Then the vines wrapped around Wang Ren and sank into the ground.

The vines continued to shrink deeply, as if to bury Wang Ren deep in the earth.

However, suddenly, a curtain of light appeared, pulling Wang Ren to another place.

The place is a purple blank, and it is purple as far as the eye can see.

"Are you alright, young man?"

Suddenly, an old woman's voice came.

Wang Ren looked at it and asked, "Are you?"

The old woman smiled and said, "I am the spirit of this purple tung tree. ”

"Spirit of the Purple Tung Tree, you're not a 'demon'? No way, I obviously feel the breath of 'demon'!"

Wang Rendao.

"'Demon'? ”

Then I saw that the scene in front of me changed, and a thick black thin line appeared.

The familiar aura came to his face, and what Wang Ren felt was the aura emanating from this thick black line.

Suddenly, the thin black thread twisted and wound towards the two of them.

Then the picture changed to a purple blank again.

"What's going on?"

Wang Ren said puzzled.

The old woman smiled and said, "Young man, you are really bold, you don't know anything and dare to provoke, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Wang Ren shook his head and said, "I'm familiar with this breath and it's unfamiliar, I need to know why?"

"This black line didn't look like this at first, it was just a wisp of smoke at first, and this wisp of smoke entered my body, and at first I wanted to get rid of it.

Later, I found out that this wisp of smoke actually had a miraculous effect, it could promote my desire to grow, that is, the desire to become stronger.

So I kept it, but every season the smoke melted into the floral scent. ”