Behind Yin Nian stood the mother tree, the mother tree that was no different from her current appearance but had a bright glow in her eyes.

The white lady said to the mother tree behind Yin Nian, but Yin Nian stood in the middle, and suddenly saw this scene, just like the white lady talking to herself.

At that moment, Yin Nian almost subconsciously threw a punch at Bai Niangniang's cold face.

Boom!

Her hand passed through the white lady's head, and it didn't really feel like flesh and blood.

This is not the real world, so she naturally blasted a loneliness.

In front of her, the white lady's face quickly cracked, turning into colorful blisters that lingered around Yin Nian.

These messy dreams kept dancing around Yin Nian.

It's like teasing this little girl who suddenly broke in.

Yin Nian's mood was not very good.

Seeing the face of the white lady, she couldn't calm down at all, although she knew that there must be a 'past' between the white lady and the mother tree, after all, during the war, the white lady's posture couldn't wait to hang the 'past' of the two on her face and shoot it in front of everyone.

But I was prepared, and the impact of actually seeing the white lady's face was different.

Yin Nian stood in front of the colorful bubbles and light clusters that were constantly flying at high speed, and felt a slight tingling sensation in her eyebrows, it was obvious that it was unrealistic to stay here for a long time, she had to speed up.

She took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the unchangeable disgust and hatred in her heart for the White Lady, she didn't come here to waste time.

The mother tree is reluctant to say.

But it was something she thought she had to know.

It is very difficult to force a person to say some things or even scars that he is unwilling to say, but after several battles with the White Lady and the Emperor, she must figure out what happened before, knowing herself and knowing the other can win all battles, some people are born bad, she has met a lot of such people, and some people are slowly becoming bad, and some people are pulled down the quagmire step by step by desire, she must know what kind of enemy she is facing.

In the beginning.

Yin Nian said it.

She is willing to gamble everything for the next victory, and try her best.

So even if the mother tree gets angry afterwards, she has to do it.

Thinking of this, Yin Nian completely suppressed all his unpeaceful and resentful thoughts, and tried to pass them one by one in a group of constantly rotating colorful bubbles.

All kinds of face experiences are constantly flowing and brushing in front of Yin Nian's eyes.

Yin Nian didn't stop for it.

Suddenly, when a bubble with an obvious stronger color collided with it, Yin Nian grabbed it, "It's you." ”

A large expanse of blinding white engulfed the vision that filled the human face.

Those chaotic scenes, like the gravel on the ground being washed away by the roaring waves, Yin Nian felt that his divine consciousness soul floated again, and the stinging pain in his eyebrows became more and more obvious.

This time there was no one in front of her, except for a large expanse of ground overgrown with flowers, and in the middle of the ground, the mother tree, which was a full half smaller than it was now.

Yin Nian walked to the front of the mother tree.

She looked down at the tender grass tips and the circle of flowers of all colors and sizes that were carefully tended.

"It's completely different from now." Yin Nian muttered.

Now around the territory of the mother tree, there are no flowers, but there is a ten thousand domains that are close to her face.

Everywhere there are people in the territory who rub the bare bare ground after the competition, and you can feel the smell of blazing heat and wind and sand when you step on it.

But now, it's dew, the scent of flowers and roots accompanied by the smell of wet mud.

But there are also the same as now.

Yin Nian looked up and saw the person sitting on the branch of the big tree in the center, her toes swaying in the breeze again and again, and a pearl on the upper of her shoes was bright and dark.

She stretched out five fingers and spread them out to a flower garden below.

Countless droplets of water puffed out of her fingers, watering the petals and roots like rain.

Is this the flower she raised?

Yin Nian froze in place.

She had come to figure out the entanglement between the mother tree and the White Lady, and she was ready for everything, but she was not ready to see such a mother tree.

What is a flower?

Yin Nian lowered his head and looked at it carefully.

There is no spiritual power, no toxicity, just in an ordinary flower, the only advantage may be beautiful, but the existence of beauty, which is 'worthless' to the mother tree, will not be carefully cultivated by her.

Perhaps, it will not be cultivated by the mother tree that Yin Nian knows.

This is much, much greater than the impact on Yin Nian when I saw Bai Niangniang's shyness just now!

I don't know how others feel, but when she sees such a mother tree, she doesn't even need to see her expression at the moment, just her naughty toes and her five fingers that keep shaking the droplets of water and whirring.

She thought of the face of the mother tree again.

I felt very bad in my heart, and when I looked into the depths of surprise, I could feel a little sad sourness.

There was a soft 'bang'.

Yin Nian was startled.

Something smashed on the surface of her foot.

He faced the ground, revealing the back of his head at Yin Nian, and his body was loosely draped in a purple robe that was very inappropriate for his age, a woman's robe, but what he was wearing was a man's clothes, but it was cut by someone with scissors, and the purple woman's robe was like a compromise that was forced on him and had to be worn.

Very ill-fitting, more generous than others.

And when he saw this person, Yin Nian's heart, which was already shaking because of the mother tree, jumped even more.

Even if she didn't see this person, she knew who this person was!

After all, the memory she chose was the mother tree that kept appearing in her dreams, that is, the subconscious memories related to the White Lady.

So who else could this person be besides the mother tree?

Yin Nian's pupils shook, and he took the initiative to go around to the other side of the man's head, and leaned down to see his face buried in the soil.

White lady? Is it a man?