A branch that is not considered thick, but extremely agile and lively, entangled the body of the black ghost, dragging it to the body like a dead pig, the black ghost dared to argue with Wu Wenxu, and the lord naturally wanted to make it painful, unable to survive, unable to die.

The snow maple tree grudgingly entangled the black ghost, and it really didn't know whose clothes were opened, revealing this damn thing.

The essence of the spirit, a long time ago, may be the exclusive belonging of the first giant crocodile in the nightmare elves, but when the snow maple was born from the ground that day, the maple leaves were scattered like poetry and pictures, and the whispers like songs crushed all the pride of the spirit Teng, the gimmick of the first materialized spirit body had to be surrendered to the soul elegy - the snow maple tree.

Wu Wenxu rested his palms on the chair and lowered his eyes, not interested in observing the eating of the snow maple trees.

You know, the Eternal Nightmare was almost reduced to snow maple fertilizer, and for the soul tonic sent to the door, how could it not eat it?

Snow Maple Tree is elegant and silent in every movement, it is very well-behaved, and it knows that it is a very bad thing to disturb the rest of the lord.

And so, the crushed charred black claws hung in the air in despair, and the black ghost was dragged into the tree in the blink of an eye.

The silent farce seems to be over.

The mixed black dust in the trunk of the tree gradually settled, but it seemed to be a hard layer of bark, and the blood-red fruit at the top of the tree still shone with an indifferent brilliance, as if it was indifferent to everything.

The whole world began to flow brightly, brightly, and beautifully.

Suddenly, four or five withered leaves spread out on Wu Wenxu's shoulders, and one covered half of his eyes, and one leaf covered his eyes, and the sleeping lord suddenly opened his eyes, half looking at the sky.

The withered leaves are accustomed to falling into the earth, turning into spring mud to protect the flowers.

In the world of snow maples, there is no earth, only one man.

The curled up maple leaves can break through the beauty of countless good days, leaving the embrace of the snow maple tree, but they have not shown any reluctance, on the contrary, they are very attached to the temperature of men, they suck, hug, a few acres, even dead wood in spring, the original withered yellow leaves, unprovoked stretch snow white.

The snow is shining and beautiful.

The snow maple leaf that covered half of the man's eyes may have been blessed by God and took the lead in completing the transformation, white and tender than the green of the new branches, stroking the eyes crisp and itchy, Wu Wenxu squinted dotingly, reluctant to throw it away.

A leaf covers the eyes, and the vultures are transparent like washing.

No one would be willing to break this peace, Wu Wenxu simply watched the leaves quietly, and his snort was three short and one long, and he was gradually getting better.

When you open your eyes, you can clearly see the veins of the maple leaf, some black, some red, and some white.

It is a gurgling stream, and it is as turbulent as the waves of the river crashing on the shore, and they are derived irregularly, and they seem to be very regular, reflected in the pupils, as if seeing a picture scroll of the sea and rivers.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, incomparably majestic!

The leaves are still stretching at a speed visible to the naked eye, and time seems to stand still.

With each passing day, the clouds are rolling up, and I don't know how long it has passed, Wu Wenxu can't remember how many veins he counted, until he was tired.

He was so sleepy that he closed his eyes, feeling that his head was messy, and those intricate and brightly colored veins were still lingering, entangled in the darkness, and he lashed Wu Wenxu's vision with a big slash, which was much more haunting than the black ghost, how could he still be a little comfortable.

Confused and confused with the mysterious drawings in the leaves for a long time, the lord was willing to fall behind, let them harass him, those lines could not bear the fatigue of the lord, but had to inch in, as if to fly in the darkness.

The lord was extremely annoyed, and his eyes widened again.

Xue Feng was still lazily holding half of his eyes, Wu Wenxu rubbed his eyelids, and found that it was no longer transparent, withered and curled, and those mysterious veins disappeared.

It's okay if it's gone, save the upset.

Lord Lord looked at the sky lazily, his eyes were holy, the world of soul elegy was still bright except light, this hue should be the holy realm that many saints have been yearning for all their lives, but Wu Wenxu didn't like it.

As for the reason?

According to the lord's words, if you see too much, you have to fade out of your eyes.

So, the withered leaves that covered half of Wu Wenxu's eyes were crushed by him, and the thin and brittle leaf fragments slowly fell from the cracks in his palms, shaking off the other four withered maple leaves on his body, Wu Wenxu got up and smashed the holy white rocking chair with another palm.

Raising his hand to destroy a seemingly priceless snow maple rocking chair, the lord did not feel the slightest sense of guilt, he stared at the sky with his eyes open, and immediately glanced at the silent snow maple tree, and spat heavily on thick phlegm.

"Big brother, why did you become the bear you are now?"

Wu Wenxu is very ashamed of the snow maple tree's inaction and courtesy, and his flattering villain is full of traitorous faces.

Of course, Wu Wenxu knew very well that the Snow Maple Tree was no longer an illusory Kogas, it was just a soul entity that needed to attach itself to itself, saying that it was a forbidden spell, but it was actually a living thing.

Wu Wenxu slapped the trunk of the snow maple tree hard, hating iron and steel: "It's okay to learn more from your father, he is famous in his life, how did he give birth to you as a bastard." ”

How does Snow Maple know who his real father is? Just nodded vigorously, the branches swayed with the leaves, and he almost bent down and knelt down at Wu Wenxu's feet.

Wu Wenxu was amused by the stupidity of the snow maple tree, shook his head with a wry smile, but the force of the slap gradually became a gentle rubbing, there was a phantom Kogas in the front, and a wind sword hero in the back, thinking about it carefully, there were really a lot of things he was carrying.

"I have to go, I'll see you next time. Xiaofeng, you remember to Lao Tzu that you have to be ambitious and live with dignity. ”

Wu Wenxu warmly hugged the trunk, which was a farewell, the snow maple tree was a newborn child, and he only understood that everything was in the interests of the master, so he naturally couldn't understand the meaning of the man.

Look at its ignorant stupidity, Wu Wenxu is so funny, everyone plays the piano to the cow, but he spends all day educating a snow maple tree, which can be regarded as unprecedented and unprecedented.

The lord looked up and looked at the sky, his eyes burning like the sun.

In an instant, the holy light was hazy, the shadow of the snow maple tree was no longer clear, and everything was like a dream......

Wu Wenxu, who was sober, was the first to smell a salty and wet smell.

It's like a sock covered with stinky sweat stuffed in front of your nose, and if you carefully distinguish it, there is no lack of rotten and fishy smell, so sour, I can't believe it.

", who pulled Xiang!"

The lord clenched his nose with his right hand in a panic, but he didn't expect the cuff to be scraped, and he tugged for half a sound, but he didn't get what he wanted.

Wu Wenxu pursed his mouth and looked at it, and saw that the cuffs were scraped by two smelly and dirty blood-red feet, which were only an inch away from his cheeks, Wu Wenxu was suffocated for a short time, and suddenly remembered the owner of these feet, and said angrily: "Hungry ghoul, don't move, I promise not to pinch your eggs!" ”

That guy was obviously asleep, and was scolded by Wu Wenxu angrily, and he was so startled that he jumped up, but unexpectedly kicked Wu Wenxu in the face and kicked the lord more than half a foot away.

A few candles in the room were faintly glowing, illuminating its stunned, ghostly ugly face.

"You kid, actually... Became an eighth-level great magician? ”

(End of chapter)