"Why are you doing this so early in the morning?"
Yin Tong walked over and felt that the fragrance under the flower tree became sweeter and sweeter, almost to the point of choking. He didn't know what the boy was interested in all this all day long.
The young man, dressed in a simple and clean green robe, turned around and looked at her with a harmless smile on his face. "If it starts to show its head, it won't grow back well."
Well, Yin Tong didn't know much about flower cultivation, but he still looked up and pretended to admire it. "Yes, it's pretty, but I get a little tired of looking at it for too long."
"Then try something else." The young man readily agreed.
Yin Tong curled her lips, "That's fine."
After all, it doesn't mean that planting trees is more important than her.
The two of them strolled in the woods where peach blossoms were flying, and as they walked further and further away, no one noticed that there was a piece of cloth hanging on the edge of a rotten piece of wood under the newly pruned peach tree.
It looks like a tuxedo.
Within two days, news came from the West Mountain that the thousand-year-old tree spirit had been killed, which caused a sensation for a while.
The great man in the middle stage of semi-immortal body died, and was killed in Yinshan Mountain where the demonic energy was abundant. The mountain spirits and monsters were talking about it.
"Could it be that the famous and upright sects down the mountain did it?" People on Yin Tong's side were also in panic.
But upon hearing this speculation, she was filled with disdain. "If he really had the ability to get rid of the thousand-year-old tree spirit without anyone noticing, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly last time."
When the evil demons heard this, they also thought it made sense.
Finally, Yin Tong found traces of the tree spirit in the demonic swamp and got to know the truth.
Without the protection of Yin Tong's aura, the Demonic Swamp is doomed to be a place of no return.
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