The little tree, suddenly, like a magic paintbrush, slowly poured into the little girl's hand.

The little girl picked up the paintbrush, on the belly of the white cloud, swiped the pen---- "----" suddenly there was a sound of water, only to see a rushing river, and then instantly appeared under the white clouds...... "hehe, hehe......" elf weird girl jumped, she docked on the water, and when you got up to the clouds and watched carefully, I saw that the river water surface into the ice---- the little girl just couldn't leak, and the water would definitely not drown the little girl......

This strange thing makes people feel that either the little girl is too light, or the water of the little river is too hard---- in any case, a lively little girl, even leaning on the water's bank like that, but the good times did not last long, the little girl only leisurely for a while, as if she sensed something, she quickly rose into the air, and left the sudden river......

The little girl was taken aback, a jump, she shifted to Baiyun's body---- "Hehe!

"Hey, the tree is very windy, it wants to be a big tree that grows in Huohuo!" suddenly an elder's voice drifted by.

The magical little tree began to practice walking in its own territory.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is not called singing, but improvisation: in fact, it is to train Xiaoshu's coping ability.

The little tree suddenly stood still, and it looked at another leisurely forest, and let it ---- walk in it.

"You should follow the instructions of the Dream Headquarters, walk around the forest and show off your might, and try to avoid bumping into other trees!" That was a magical dream he had when he slept last night.

It dreamed of a very tall and burly voice, sitting there like a god, motionless.

And itself, this wonderful little tree, she stealthily rose from the soil ---- ran around.

Because I saw that almost all the people of the human race were walking around the square with their shoes on. Note: This refers to everyone, who has been gathered in the square.

Then, in the square, there were countless birds of peace---- and those birds of peace looked up at it, this magical little tree, and then bowed their heads and pecked a few baits dropped by humans.

Later, he found that every gray pigeon had a chicken feather letter stuck under its feathers: this discovery is great, and its greatness lies in the fact that it will surpass the four great inventions.

But the little tree is not stupid---- it stepped on its feet, walked to a gray pigeon in the square, secretly removed the chicken feathers, couldn't help but be anxious, couldn't help but look, only to see four words written on it: work hard!