Hongjun seemed to have been poked in the pain point, and suddenly his face turned cold: "Wangshu Daoyou is questioning the heart of the poor Dao to save you?" ”

"The Beast Emperor Fusu is indeed stronger than the poor Dao cultivator, and the poor Dao does not deny it, but it is not difficult to obtain the Eight Treasure Glass Bottle from him...... All it takes is a little trick. ”

Wangshu's eyebrows froze slightly, "......"

In other words, if she wants to take away a magic weapon from a person who is higher than her own cultivation, she will definitely not attack from the front. Maybe it will be like Hongjun said, using some roundabout means......

Could it be that she is suspicious?

"Don't be angry, I just have some doubts in my heart, after Daoyou answers, Wangshu is more sure of what he thinks."

"The poor Dao Yuqiong Mountain has been destroyed, so I won't leave Shu Daoyou as a guest, Daoyou, please go back!"

Hongjun's mood was very unhappy.

The attitude towards Wangshu is not polite.

If it weren't for her, how could her Yuqiong Mountain be burned by the true fire of the sun? In Hongjun's heart, he has a grudge against Wangshu.

And this kind of resentment, especially in Fusu, in order to get her, wants to launch a war of fierce beasts and tribulation in 20,000 years, even deeper......

In just more than 20,000 years, Yuqiongshan is not enough to recover his vitality, he has no ability to stop Fusu at all, and when the time comes, the desolate world will be subverted by Fusu, and Hongjun's fate will not be a good result.

For his survival, Hongjun had to start planning.

"I'm not leaving!"

Since Wangshu was sure that Hongjun was his life-saving benefactor, he always wanted to repay this kindness, and said bluntly: "I am willing to stay and help Daoyou take care of the dojo!" ”

"Then you can take care of it slowly, the poor road has no time to take care of you!"

Hongjun snorted coldly, reconjured up a thatched house, walked in, sat on the futon, took out the creation jade butterfly and comprehended it attentively......

The thatched house can be transformed, but the fairy grass, spiritual roots, and living beings of the whole mountain can no longer be changed, and they can only wait until the vitality of Yuqiong Mountain recovers, and this bare mountain will give birth to a living spirit.

"This man is sometimes more annoying than Fusu!"

Wangshu hated so much that his teeth itched.

If he hadn't owed him a life-saving favor, how could Wangshu have wronged himself so much and faced Hongjun's cold face.

Hongjun realized in the thatched house, Wangshu did not leave Yuqiong Mountain, nor was he idle, and found something to do for himself...... Planting trees in the bare Yuqiong Mountain.

Yuqiong Mountain's vitality was greatly damaged, and it could not give birth to a soul within 10,000 years.

Wangshu thought, first plant the tree, and beautify this bare Yuqiong Mountain.

When the time comes, you can surprise Hongjun!

When the first tree was planted, the residual heat at the bottom of Yuqiong Mountain directly roasted the small tree to death, which made Wangshu furious!

The remnants of the sun's true fire ashes can also stop the growth of trees in Yuqiong Mountain?!

Wangshu returned to Taiyin Xing and broke the two branches of the laurel tree and planted them next to Hongjun's thatched house, which has been carefully cultivated for thousands of years......

This time, it really made the laurel branches survive!

The laurel tree is one of the ten spiritual roots of the flood wilderness, the attribute is yin, and it can restrain the ashes left by the sun's true fire, and it only takes a thousand years to absorb all the heat of Yuqiong Mountain......

Yuqiong Mountain no longer exudes scorching heat, and the plants and trees have begun to bloom, which makes Wangshu very happy!

Everything she did, Hongjun knew.

On the futon, Hongjun opened his eyes, staring indifferently at the graceful figure outside, but his mood was not affected at all.

"Wangshu, for all this you have done, Poor Dao will not be grateful to you."

"Now that the period of 20,000 years is getting closer and closer, the poor Dao is concerned about the desolation, and he will never damage his cultivation because of you."