His heart was beating faster, the blood veins in his body were boiling, and Yeyang's eyes were staring at the little plane tree, his eyes were almost bursting with red light, and his hands trembled, reaching out to one of the leaves.

"What do you want to do?" A childish cry rang out, and a slender branch of flame whipped at his hand, blazing a bruise on his tough flesh, and the burning pain made him sober up instantly.

Only then did Yeyang remember that the elixir of immortality was all things that gave birth to spiritual consciousness, and although he couldn't practice, all kinds of self-preservation methods were not something he could deal with.

As soon as he turned around, he realized that the huge tree roots around him had pressed against him, squeezing him into a small gap, and he was almost out of breath.

He hurriedly smiled at the little sycamore tree and said, "Don't get me wrong, I just saw your leaves grow so strangely, and I think it's very beautiful in my heart, and I just want to take a closer look." ”

"Cut, when I was a three-year-old child, you still wanted to lie to me, you just picked a hundred leaves from me outside?"

Yeyang smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly explained: "Look at you have so many leaves, I just picked a hundred, you don't care about these little things!"

"Am I old?" When the little sycamore tree heard this, her apricot eyes widened, and the branches trembled with anger, and she said angrily: "You dare to say that I am old, I am only more than 30 million years old this year, and I am still a beautiful little girl!"

The roots of the tree suddenly tightened, and Yeyang was so frightened that he hurriedly changed his words: "You are not old, I made a mistake, little sister, you see that you are so smart and cute, and so understanding, don't worry about these details with me!"

"Are you saying I'm cute?" asked innocently, the little sycamore tree blinked.

"Of course, you see how delicate and delicate your branches are, how bright your leaves are, and I can't help but want to pick them because I see that your leaves are so beautiful. ”

"You are like a star in the sky, how shining, you are the flame in winter, incomparably warm, my admiration and love for you is like a surging river, endless, you are like that ......"

During this period of time, Yeyang's heart was broken, since he was born, he only had the share of others patting his ass, but he didn't expect to be here today with a clear conscience to pat other people's ass, and the object is still a little sapling that is only opened by wisdom!

He roared in his heart, flattering on the one hand, but scolding behind his back, he swore that this was the first time, and definitely the last time!

After a long speech, he used almost all the words and styles he had learned in the past one or two hundred years, and vaguely, he seemed to hear bursts of thunder in the chaos, and hurriedly recited a few words of Big Brother Bullnose and Big Brother Old Bald, and then quieted down.

The little sycamore tree was praised by him, giggling and laughing, and the leaves were swaying, and it really looked like an innocent child.

Yeyang was sad and hurtful, tired and panting, sweating profusely, and feeling that his throat was almost dry and smoking, so he stopped to rest.

The little sycamore tree was hearing the fun, but when he saw that he didn't say anything, he snorted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, you keep talking, why don't you say it?"

"Wait a minute, wait for me to rest, and we'll talk slowly. Yeyang gasped and replied, wanting to scold in his heart, how to say this, the words he could think of had long been hollowed out, and this taste was even more sad than Erya, who was forced by his father to memorize hundreds of chapters when he was a child.

The little sycamore tree ignored it, the branches trembled, and a ray of red light flew out of a leaf, entering Yeyang's body, he was suddenly exhausted, his spirit was abnormal, and even his soul and soul were nourished, and he was so comfortable that he was about to moan.

The little sycamore tree smiled with crooked eyes, the trunk shook, and urged impatiently: "Hurry up, hurry up, go on." ”

As soon as Yeyang heard this, the comfort and joy in his body suddenly disappeared, as if he had fallen from heaven to hell all of a sudden, his eyes turned wisely, and he said with a smile: "Little sister, in fact, it's not good to hear too much of this kind of talk, or I'll tell you a story, a cute little girl like you likes to listen to stories." ”

The little sycamore tree's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I like to listen to stories the most, people used to tell me stories often, but then there was no one." I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time, so tell me more about it!"

"Okay, then I'll start, the story I'm going to tell today is called Nuwa Mending the Sky, the legend is a long, long time ago......" Yeyang started a tirade, like a strange uncle coaxing an ignorant child, and told the little plane tree one magical story after another, which made her laugh heartily.

"Wow, this sister named Nuwa is so powerful, she can make up for such a big hole in the sky!"

"Haha, this monster called Nian is too stupid, scared away by a pile of bamboo!"

"Woo...... Sister Chang'e is so pitiful, she floated to the moon alone and opened up with Hou Yi!"

When she heard the story of Chang'e running to the moon, the little sycamore tree cried sadly, and the red tears fell from her eyes, burning out big holes in the ground.

"Little sister, don't worry, I haven't finished yet?" Yeyang was so panicked that he didn't know what to do, and continued to talk.

"Later, a big hero named Yeyang heard about them, so he flew to the moon to pick Chang'e back, reunited with the descendants, and the two lived happily together, and the bad guy who really wanted to steal the elixir was also found by him and received due punishment. ”

"Wow, that's great, that hero named Yeyang is such a good man!" the little sycamore tree burst into tears and exclaimed in surprise.

And Yeyang just scratched his head, smiled and didn't say anything, naturally, at the end of most of the stories after that, there will be a big hero named Yeyang who will come to the rescue.

......

After a long time, Yeyang lay on a wide tree root and said lazily: "Little Wutong, I don't have the strength to speak." ”

"I don't have the strength to listen anymore, I'll talk about it later!" the two big eyes of the little plane tree squinted, and the joy that filled them could be seen.

"Little Wutong, I beg you something?"

"What's the matter?"

"I'd like to swap a leaf from your body with you, is that okay?"

"No, I don't change. The little sycamore tree replied straightforwardly.

Yeyang was turning over at this time, and when he heard this, he suddenly fell off the trunk of the tree in a hurry, embarrassed.

When the little plane tree saw this scene, he immediately laughed, stretched out a slender branch to help him up, and said with a smile: "I can't change it, but I can give you one directly." ”

"Huh?" Yeyang was startled again, took a step back, stepped on a rock, and almost fell again.

"You've said so much to me today, we're friends, and there's no need to talk about this between friends. The little sycamore tree said seriously. As he spoke, he waved his branch, and a fiery red leaf flew lightly towards the night sun and landed in his hand.

Yeyang was a little incredulous and held this head-sized flame leaf, one by one mysterious lines swam spiritually on it, and the endless flame power rushed into his body, but it didn't help him sort out his chaotic thoughts, could he have obtained the leaves of the immortal elixir Flame Sycamore so easily?

"Hey, why are you still stunned, why don't you hurry up and find something to pretend, after the sycamore leaves leave my body, the energy will always flow. ”

"Oh!" Ye Yang reacted at this time, took out the 10,000-year-old ice box that contained the bones of the Scourge Fighting Beast in the Heavenly Demon Chamber of Commerce, put the sycamore leaves into it, and put them into the space of the Langya halberd, and was at a loss for a while.

"You must want to leave, will you come to see me in the future?" the little sycamore tree asked with a wink of his eyes, seeing his embarrassment.

"I have a lot of important things to do, and when I go out, I can be busy, and I may even never come back. Yeyang whispered, and a hint of darkness flashed in the little sycamore tree's big red eyes, but he was heard to speak again.

"But I promise you, as long as I have the opportunity to pass by the Heavenly Demon Kingdom, I will definitely come to see you and tell you stories. Yeyang nodded, put away his cynicism, and said with a serious face.

"Are you telling the truth? Let's pull the hook. Little Sycamore laughed in surprise and stretched out a branch.

Yeyang also stretched out his hand, grabbed the branch tightly, and shook it: "Pull Gougou, pull Gougou, it will not change for 100 million years, whoever changes is a big fool!"

Two strings of innocent, innocent laughter without a trace of impurities resounded in the sycamore forest.