Qin Mo saw the chair that had just been destroyed by him, and his eyes were shining as he looked at the material lying quietly on the ground.

I don't know what it is, but it looks pretty good, and it's good to play with.

So in front of him, when he was ready to go in a "rain of bullets", Qin Mo picked up his weapon and pulled the chair that had just been broken...

This... This... That's too much!

The tree was so angry that it smoked... I'm sorry it doesn't have a knack, all the pores of the leaves on the qi tree are bubbling wildly, and from a distance it looks like the tree is madly emitting white smoke.

"Yanhua...", the one who spoke just now couldn't hold back, pointing to the tree inside the crystal mirror and said to the owner of the tree, "Why does this tree in your house still want to learn from you?" Why is it smoking? ”

"This..."The immortal known as Yanhua frowned, always feeling that things were not good. So with a wave of his big sleeves, the clouds that were still slow just now suddenly picked up, and flew towards the place where the tree and Qin Mo were at a speed.

"Are you alright?" Qin Mo was playing with the small thing that had just been dismantled from a chair in his hand, and asked in a loud voice, "Aren't you going to be angry?" Why can't you hold back a big move and still can't release it? It's too slow..."

"Ahhh What are you! Dare to question me? I'm going to kill you! There's a kind of you don't go! ”

The voice in Qin Mo's mind was still going crazy, and it sounded even angrier than just now. Qin Mo looked at the little thing in his hand blankly, thinking casually, why did this tree sound even more angry?

Tsk, who knows,

Then he turned around and put the question behind him, and began to study what the rest of the material could do to play with.

In fact, it was not for nothing that Qin Mo was eyeing the material for making the chair. It's just because this table and these three chairs are so good-looking.

The workmanship is put aside first, but this material is really beautiful. It appears translucent, with occasional uncut material visible, and the shape looks like a perfectly cut diamond. But unlike diamonds, this material will have many colors on a certain piece, and they will blend together perfectly without being obtrusive at all.

The overall look will not feel messy, but will feel beautiful, that kind of relaxed beauty.

The small things that Qin Mo only came up with after dismantling the materials for making a whole chair were not things he made by himself, they were just things that he personally picked out from these materials.

It's also amazing to say that these things that he picked out and finally put them together actually made up a whole round sphere by himself.

After seeing the final finished product, Qin Mo only had one sentence left in his mind.

"Coil!"

Well...

It's like the uncle who walks the dog and teases the birds in the park, and the beads in his hand keep spinning.

It would look a little strange, but Qin Mo intuitively felt that these things should be good things, so it didn't matter if they were strange.

He didn't know that the tree had been guarding this place for so long, just trying to quietly absorb the contents of this table and these three chairs. However, now that the contents of the three chairs and the entire chair had been split and taken away by Qin Mo, the things that this tree could absorb were two-fifths less, and rounding it up was half.

In this way, it is strange that the tree is not angry.

"Oh my little heart! What happened to you? Why are you angry? ”

Qin Mo looked at an old man who didn't know where he came out of nowhere, and directly ran to the side of the tree with flexible movements, hugged the trunk and began to think about it, it was simply a copy of Tang Seng.

"This..."

Listening to the voice behind him, Qin Mo turned over and stood up directly, holding the ball in one hand and the weapon in the other, facing straight at the two people behind him.

One is an old man with a beard and white hair, and the other is a white-clothed man with black hair and a jar of wine in his knuckled hands.

"You..." Qin Mo looked at the two people, and then at the person who was holding the tree and muttering there like a nervous person, the whole person was not good. He pursed his lips and asked, "Did you just get here?" ”

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, the man with the wine jar in his hand took his words, "Yes, we just got here." It's a pity that Qin Mo didn't give up his defense, "But you're not ignorant of what just happened here, right?" Qin Mo asked.

"That's right." The white-clothed and black-haired immortal had one hand behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and he looked like he was about to ride away in the wind. A pair of Danfeng eyes, which should have been arrogant, just revealed a little warmth and kindness. "This is the one," he said, gesturing to the one holding the tree, "his territory." He planted this tree with his own hands, so he has always attached great importance to it. ”

"His name is Yanhua, the smoke of fireworks, the beginning of the lights." By the way, he also introduced this person to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's favorability towards this person who had been talking to him was a little higher. No matter what his purpose is, he is helping now, that is, it has helped, and it cannot be denied.

"Little one, is this tree by you?" The old man with white hair looked at Yanhua, who had been holding the tree, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Qin Mo, "The ability is good." ”

Qin Mo, who was originally tense in his body, heard the last four words, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart...

Obviously, these three people should be good friends. This tree was planted by the hand of the man named Yanhua, and now that he is angry, it is very likely that Yanhua will be angry. If this Yanhua gets angry, he will have to teach him a lesson in order to vent his anger on this tree in his house, and his friends should help him at this time.

But looking at it like this...

This smoke flower seems to be unable to do that except for broken thoughts.,I've been holding the tree broken thoughts.。 From such a distance, Qin Mo seemed to feel the despair of this tree.

It's like we are facing our parents at home, caring for us, and it extends to many aspects.

"How is it about working outside? Isn't it hard? How much is the annual salary? "And so on.

It makes us very annoyed and irritable, but we can't do anything and can't do anything, because our parents are well-intentioned, so they are even more irritable.

Qin Mo was deeply sympathetic to the tree.

Observe three seconds of silence for you.