At this point, he looked at Tu Nian excitedly, "Little sister Tu, when I return, I will hand this Ksitigarbha Wood to Master. He will definitely put aside past grudges and teach you the formation."
Tu Nian collapsed on the ground, grinning, "With Brother Fang's words, all my hard work has not been in vain. Without further ado, Brother Fang, please put away the Dizang Wood."
"good."
Fang Yuan responded and turned to dig the Dizang tree.
Tu Nian breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, just as she was about to take a rest. Not long after, a gust of wind suddenly blew by her side, followed by a sharp scream in her ears, which scared her completely.
Not only her, but Chu Qiurong was also blown by the wind. She frowned in surprise and looked over, "What is that?"
Tu Nian jumped up from the ground alertly and looked carefully, only then she saw that the wind was actually a ball of fire-colored fluff, which passed between her and Chu Qiurong and headed straight towards Fang Yuan.
Could it be that they are coming for the Dizang tree?
A thought flashed through his mind, and Tu Nian was shocked, "Oh no, stop it quickly!"
However, at this moment, Fang Yuan was facing away and Tu Nian was exhausted. Chu Qiurong, the only one who had the ability to stop it, was the one who was the farthest away.
At this moment, the fiery red ball of fluff had passed by Fang Yuan and suddenly rolled towards the Ksitigarbha tree.
"Stop...thief?"
Tu Nianhua was halfway through shouting when he took out the talisman in his hand. As a result, he saw the fiery red ball of wool hit the Ksitigarbha wood, and then was ruthlessly bounced away and fell to the ground without a movement.
The legendary pig hit the tree?
"this……"
Fang Yuan, who was closest to the person, was the most confused. He just watched something rush over, hit something, and fall down. The whole process took less than a moment.
"This looks like a bird demon?"
Unexpectedly, he picked up the fiery red ball and looked at Tu Nian helplessly, "What should I do?"
Tu Nian came back to his senses, scratched his head while looking at it, and said, "Its fur looks quite pure. Why don't we kill it? It can be made into a scarf."
Chu Qiurong was the most enthusiastic. She drew her sword swiftly and said to the pompom, "I think it's okay."
Seriously?
Fang Yuan was stunned by what the two men said. He didn't know whether he should draw his sword or not. As he was hesitating, he heard an urgent female voice coming from the forest.
"Put it down!"
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