Zhou Yuanyuan held back the grief in his heart and picked up a seed and a thumb-sized leaf left by the old laurel tree from the ground. The seeds are black and have a peculiar scent of the laurel family. Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what this seed would be used for in the future, but since the old laurel tree had entrusted it to her so solemnly, Zhou Yuanyuan put it away in a jade box.

The leaves are green, and they look a little lighter than ordinary leaves, if the old laurel tree didn't say it, Zhou Yuanyuan really couldn't see that this thing could solve the toxins on Wen Ziqing's body.

Zhou Yuanyuan pinched the leaves in his hand, planning to give them to Wen Ziqing in a while. This leaf is a piece of kindness from the old laurel tree, and it is also the last gift from the old laurel tree to Zhou Yuanyuan.

When Zhou Yuanyuan walked out of the trial space, his eyelids were a little swollen. As long as he remembered that the old tree would never appear again, Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel sad.

Everything in this world, no matter how powerful it is, cannot withstand the passage of time. For example, the old dryad, no matter how long the longevity is, there will be an end of the day.

A monk's cultivation of truth is like sailing against the current, which is no less than fighting for his life with the sky. Even if you cultivate into an immortal and become a god, you will eventually be washed away by the flowing water of time. Just like Xiaoyu's master, such a powerful god will also die one day.

What is the purpose of a person who walks in the world? The little ant people have worked hard all their lives, just to be able to fill their stomachs and have a tile to cover themselves? In order to pursue higher power and status, the officials refuse to flinch even if they are deceitful and haggard and calculating until their heads are full of bare grass? The monks have great power, wealth and glory at their fingertips, but they still pursue a higher realm for the sake of pursuing higher cultivation, and they do not hesitate to fight with the heavens and people again and again, and they have endless fun? ······

"Yuanyuan, what's wrong?" Wen Ziqing saw Zhou Yuanyuan's dejected appearance, and patted Zhou Yuanyuan's shoulder distressedly.

"Brother Ziqing, Grandpa Guishu is dead, it's dead, woo woo woo ······" Asked by Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but cry.

During this period of time, because Wen Ziqing was plotted, Zhou Yuanyuan had accumulated too much depression in his heart. As soon as the incident with the old tree happened, the depression in Zhou Yuanyuan's body was stimulated. Fortunately, Wen Ziqing was on the side to explain, otherwise, Zhou Yuanyuan would think more and more, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. The question of life and death has not been truly understood by the monk for tens of thousands of years. Zhou Yuanyuan crashed into it like this, and he had to vomit blood and get injured.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things, and the reincarnation of heaven must have its reason, Yuan Yuan, why can't you figure it out?" Wen Ziqing saw Zhou Yuanyuan crying, and he didn't forget to wipe his tears and snot on him, and couldn't help but laugh.

The little girl is not satisfied with her words of consolation!

Zhou Yuanyuan was indeed dissatisfied with Wen Ziqing's "thin affection".

Zhou Yuanyuan thought indignantly in his heart, thanks to the old laurel tree who regarded Wen Ziqing as his own person, even if he died, he still left a leaf that could detoxify Wen Ziqing, but what about Wen Ziqing?

In fact, in Zhou Yuanyuan's heart, he also knew that he was angry with Wen Ziqing. She hasn't had time to talk to Wen Ziqing about the old tree leaving him a detoxified leaf! For the current Wen Ziqing, the old laurel tree is just a tree that has nothing to do with him, the old laurel tree is dead, for the sake of Zhou Yuanyuan's face, Wen Ziqing feels a little sorry at most, how can he be sad?

"Garden ······" Wen Ziqing sighed lightly, stretched out one hand to hug Zhou Yuanyuan's stiff body, and gently stroked Zhou Yuanyuan's back with the other hand, smoothing her down.

"Yuanyuan, if you don't like it, say it, if you're not happy, yell it out, don't hold it alone. In life, there are a lot of unsatisfactory people, you can't just worry every day because you know that you will die one day in the future, right? Happy heart is a day, sad face is also a day, time will not stay or disappear because someone is happy or unhappy, why did you get into the horns?" Wen Ziqing persuaded helplessly.

"Brother Ziqing, it's all your fault!" Zhou Yuanyuan raised his teary eyes and said vaguely with a pout.

"Well, it's all my fault. Now, is my little girl in the garden happy at all?" Wen Ziqing coaxed Zhou Yuanyuan softly.

With a "flutter", Zhou Yuanyuan laughed. What about the little girl in his family? If this girl is unhappy, she will always be in her own family.

"Okay, okay, don't be bitter when you smile, I'm distressed. Wen Ziqing's coaxing words came as soon as he opened his mouth, and the depression in Zhou Yuanyuan's heart gradually dissipated.

"Hmph, I'm not from your family, which girl doesn't know if Lord Wen Feng feels sorry for?" Zhou Yuanyuan didn't forget to poke Wen Ziqing's sore spot.

"Yuanyuan, wronged, I'm even more wronged than Dou E!" This time, Wen Ziqing didn't care about face, and explained to Zhou Yuanyuan that he was almost taken away by the Pu Dao people.

"It's so dangerous! Brother Ziqing, you have suffered. Zhou Yuanyuan was thrilled when he heard it, and for a while he put aside the death of the old laurel tree.

"Yuan Yuan, in fact, this is also my fault, if I wasn't good at cultivating, how could I be occupied by the people of Bao Pu Dao, and I made such an oolong thing about you in my name?" Speaking of He Jingjing, Wen Ziqing felt very guilty about Zhou Yuanyuan in his heart. The memory of the people who hugged Pu Dao was incomplete, and Wen Ziqing didn't know if he had an intimate relationship with He Jingjing. However, Wen Ziqing has a good plan, even if Zhou Yuanyuan is angry again, he will slap Zhou Yuanyuan with a dead face.

"Okay, okay, Brother Ziqing, the matter has passed, anyway, He Jingjing can't bother you anymore in the future, let's just ignore her." Zhou Yuanyuan saw that Wen Ziqing was willing to take the initiative to explain He Jingjing's matter, and the resentment against Wen Ziqing in his heart had already dissipated.

Wen Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Ziqing was afraid that Zhou Yuanyuan would ignore him, but fortunately, although the little girl was young, she would not make trouble unreasonably.

"Brother Ziqing, this is the detoxification leaf given by the old laurel tree, you can eat it!" Zhou Yuanyuan remembered what the old tree had said, and put the small leaf in the palm of his hand to show Wen Ziqing.

What Zhou Yuanyuan gave, even if it was poison, Wen Ziqing would eat it without hesitation, not to mention a leaf.

Wen Ziqing lowered his head and took the leaves in Zhou Yuanyuan's palm into his mouth. Looking at the palm like white jade in front of him, Wen Ziqing couldn't help but stick out the tip of his tongue and licked it in Zhou Yuanyuan's palm.

The crispy and numb feeling in the palm of his hand made Zhou Yuanyuan's face red, I really don't know if love has changed Wen Ziqing's cold temperament, it hasn't been long!