Pacing fast in the alley full of flying sand, Shen Moli looked at the black bat shadow connected to the demonic beast in front of him, and his eyes were a little more determined.

The acquaintance and contract with Warcraft, although it is a "pit" folder everywhere, but the previous experiences together have also made Shen Moli regard Warcraft as his inseparable bond and best friend.

Even if the road ahead is bumpy, if you don't break through, you will only wait for the end of your life.

A man and a bat shuttled quickly in the flying sand, and about half an hour passed, before finally coming to the remote magic sand tree in the sandy region.

The Magic Sand Tree, which is erected in the desert with intertwined branches, is not so much a tree, but more accurately referred to as a demon.

Absorbing the essence of the sand region for tens of thousands of years, the magic sand tree with rough skin and branches is stationed on the side of the sand domain all the year round, quietly watching the changes in the world, and cultivating himself from a tree to a monster, and from a monster to a demon. The bitterness in it, the magic sand tree has never talked about it to anyone.

In the years of sand, the magic sand tree does not ask about the world, does not get close to the neighboring sand tribes, but only stands in place to do things in the heaven and earth.

Since Shen Moli followed the black bat from afar, the magic sand tree facing the sand had already guessed Shen Moli's identity from the black bat.

It's just that for the Magic Sand Tree, which never asks about the world, the world is too noisy, and more things are better than less, and being alone is the foundation of its survival. Because of his own concept, the Demon Sand Tree hurriedly pulled up the long roots that he had stretched in the sand before Shen Moli approached, and ran away in a panic.

Seeing the tree fleeing, Shen Moli was stunned, she turned to the black bat and said, "That's the Demon Sand Tree?"

Hearing the inquiry, the black bat that was flying suddenly paused, nodding like garlic. After a violent nod, he hurriedly flew straight above the sand.

Silent, Shen Moli raised his head to look at the black bat that suddenly dodged away for no reason, and then looked at the magic sand tree that was running farther and farther away, and then understood the reason why the little demon beast said earlier that the magic sand fruit was difficult to pick.

The figure that ran faster than a horse completely subverted Shen Moli's understanding of the tree for a while.

Sacrificing the power of the divine soul, Shen Moli took a vertical step, quickly treading the waves, and quickly chased in the direction where the Demon Sand Tree left.

During the chase, Shen Moli thought that it would take some time to catch up with the magic sand tree that was running like stepping on two winds and fires, but suddenly there was a sudden brake, and he quickly turned around when Shen Moli was about to catch up, and collided with Shen Moli.

"Ouch, my bones are all scattered. You little doll, why are you walking so rampage?" Demon Shashu said irritably, and said very dissatisfied with Shen Moli, who was hit and took a few steps back.

In addition to venting, the magic sand tree's eyes flashed, and Shen Moli unexpectedly shook a number of tree whiskers. The whiskers waving in mid-air were like eight claws in the sky, rolling up all the sand and dust on the ground.

Heaven and earth were in the dusty dust, and there was no light. The black miasma is like an inverted giant bowl, and the scenery that can be seen within a radius of several miles is covered with sand. The raging sand disc flew into the air, like a rough blindfold, blocking the sight of Shen Moli and the Demon Sand Tree.

In the swaying of the sand and gravel, a slight sound came from where Shen Moli was.

The sound is so weak that it can be ignored compared to the violent sand and gravel collision. The Demon Sand Tree could hear Shen Moli's voice, but he couldn't hear what the voice was saying.

It was only in the face of the helpless begging for mercy in the sandstorm, taking advantage of the shelter of the sand and dust, the magic sand tree violently retracted, and suddenly locked the tree whiskers coiled in the air to Shen Moli's location.

The coiled and intricately twisted trees collided with each other at the moment of the lock, due to the rapid movement. During the collision, if the tree tendrils find a stable place in the sand and dust, they will immediately follow the collision and wrap around the roots.

The sturdy sense of binding made the magic sand tree think that it was binding Shen Moli when he couldn't see the truth clearly.

With a dry grin, the voice of the magic sand tree sounded in the dust: "Ignorant little doll, just before the age of breastfeeding, you want to trick me into the world, it's a pipe dream! Such a naughty, I will let you taste the old tree, the taste of being bound by the tree whiskers for a thousand years! A thousand years of movement, look at you little doll is still obedient!"

The lack of cunning for a long time made the magic sand tree, which has been alone in the desert all year round, speak in a more proud tone. As he spoke, it stepped up to send slime to the tendrils, tightly gluing the tendrils to the bound "humans".

Just the Demon Sand Tree's triumphant complacency didn't last long before it was wiped out by Shen Moli's voice from mid-air.

"Mo Li is not as long-lived as the old tree, I'm afraid that he can't afford to spend a thousand years here. As soon as Shen Moli's voice fell, he was not worried, and directly fell on the treetops of the magic sand tree.

Feeling someone pacing and sitting in the treetops, the expression of the magic sand tree was so gloomy that it could squeeze out a few drops of ink, a slight trace of shock crossed it. It didn't take a good breath and said: "Little doll, in tens of thousands of years, you are the first person to sit on my treetops. The cost of this sitting is very great. ”

"Oh, what kind of punishment does that tree always want to punish Mo Li?" Looking at the moody Demon Sand Tree, Shen Mo Li asked bluntly.

Anxious to find the Magic Sand Fruit, Shen Moli just looked at it, there was nothing bare on the branches of the Magic Sand Tree, not to mention the fruit, even the leaves were half rolled and withered, and there was not much left, which made Shen Moli unable to force it to move no matter how anxious he was.

Moreover, the Demon Sand Tree is stationed on one side, and can cultivate as an adult, so he must also have the ability to watch the world alone.

Instead of plundering, Shen Moli wanted to let the Demon Sand Tree give the Demon Sand Fruit by himself. Just between these back and forth conversations, the actions shown by the Demon Sand Tree did not seem very friendly.

This made Shen Moli have no choice but to face the naughty old man in front of him who didn't know whether it was good or bad, and seemed a little willful.

Hearing that Shen Moli actually asked for punishment by himself, the original anger of the Demon Sand Tree almost turned to joy for a while.

It raised its eyes and tried to look at Shen Moli, who couldn't see the figure clearly, and said, "You little doll is quite sensible, and you know that if you come to find this tree, you will be punished." In this way, the old tree remembered that your human race had a short lifespan, so he punished you for sweeping the sand here for 500 years. ”

Soothing his anger, the treetops of the Magic Sand Tree actually bloomed with the Magic Sand Tree's happy mood, and without warning, dazzling bright yellow flowers bloomed. The delicate and small flowers float from the treetops, and it is like a miracle that all the sand and dust that originally filled the air and blocked the view are all netted to the ground.

The sudden change was like an electric shock, making Shen Moli look thousands of miles away, and the bottom of his heart churned with turbulent waves. In the strange changes between the tree and the flower, Shen Moli's gaze at the Demon Sand Tree became more solemn.

The leaves are withered and bloom for a while, and the ordinary trees reflect the changing scenery of the four seasons, but the magic sand tree is all decided by heart. The magic sand fruit is the essence of the tree, if the magic sand tree decides whether it bears fruit purely because of joy and anger, and the fruit is damaged and cultivated for a hundred years, then she is afraid that she will wait until the sky is old here, and it will be difficult to wait for the magic sand tree to bear fruit.