to be honest.
If Lu Hen Ge had known that carving a stone tablet would cause the World Tree to become like this, he might not have agreed.
Kunpeng glanced at Lu Hen Ge with a calm expression.
"Go ahead."
"Engrave your name on it."
Kunpeng spoke.
Hearing this.
Lu Hen Ge stretched out his hand: "Then please give me the imperial calligraphy."
Kunpeng was silent for a few breaths and shook his head: "No."
No?
Lu Hen Ge was stunned.
Logically speaking.
Given Kunpeng's status, he should not be very interested in the imperial pen.
Noticing Lu Henge's gaze, Kunpeng explained, "He's not on me right now. It might take him some time to get out of that place."
It seems.
Kunpeng took the imperial pen to a place Lu Hen Ge didn't know.
"Use the same thing you used to carve the stone tablet as you do to carve your name on it."
Lu Hen Ge asked doubtfully, "Don't they say that one must use an imperial calligraphy to carve the name?"
Kunpeng shook his head: "That's the truth, but in my case, the truth can be flexible. You just need to carve your name on it."
Lu Hen Ge felt very painful.
He had to break off another branch from the World Tree.
But it has come to this point. If we give up, it would seem that the loss outweighs the gain.
Think of this.
Lu Hen Ge took a deep breath, broke off a small branch, and turned it into the shape of a wooden sword.
Seeing this.
Kunpeng's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.
The stone tablet is very large.
It is more than enough to engrave Lu Hen Ge's name.
Just before Lu Hen Ge was about to write, Kunpeng spoke: "Write your name bigger, it would be best if it fills up the entire surface of the stele."
Full?
Lu Hen Ge looked at the stone tablet that was taller than himself, and felt as if it was carving his own tombstone...
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