Chapter 2405 You are called the hooligan tree
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The formation is shattered, and Tianyu Peak is in turmoil.
All disciples of Lingxiao Sect tremble, with cold hands and feet, as if they are in an icy cave.
Everyone's face is lifeless, and their hearts are filled with despair. They are done for.
And in the depths of Tianyu Peak, the phoenix tree senses the shattering of the formation, and the house in front of it flashes, the barrier disappears.
This means that he can enter Lü Shaoqing's room.
If Lv Shaoqing can leave with a backup plan, then he can go away.
Little Wutong turned around, feeling the terrifying aura coming from afar.
He couldn't bear it in his heart, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"
For the small wutong tree, it was born here, grew up here, and transformed here. This place is its home.
Now its home is in danger, and it can't do anything about it. It leaves with great reluctance. Translated content:
The plane tree knows what the little plane tree is thinking, and it too sounds melancholic and helpless, "We don't have the ability to help them."
If possible, the plane tree also doesn't want to leave this place.
However, if he doesn't leave, both of them will die.
Their combat power is insufficient, staying here means becoming someone else's meal once discovered by a transcendent being of a higher level.
Not everyone is like Lv Shaoqing. Only let them improve the environment here. If it falls into the hands of others, the bark will be stripped and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.
Even a small parasol tree knows this truth, but it is still very uncomfortable.
"If the boss were here, it would be great."
"Boss?" The parasol tree squinted.
"Yes, boss," the small parasol tree's eyes were filled with the innocence that had not yet been tainted by the world, blinked, "Xiao Yi sister said, she told me that I can call him dad or call him boss."
"The leader is human, I am a tree, so I feel that the title of the leader is appropriate."
Seeing the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree, the old tree wanted to curse. When did that girl teach her this? Translation: The old tree wanted to curse when it saw the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree. It wondered when that girl had taught her this.
He recognized a boss even before transforming.
He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, he is already dead."
While saying this, he pushed open the door.
Suddenly, he felt something was off and lifted his head, locking eyes with someone.
Dark eyes, deep and bright, carry a touch of magic, like an abyss that seems bottomless, capable of devouring one's soul.
At the same time, the wutong tree can also see strands of surprise, a slight rebelliousness, and a careless gaze in those black and white eyes.
Wutong Tree stood frozen in place, as if all their pressure points had been hit. They didn't even move their eyes.
Little Wutong Tree looked at the room in astonishment, their eyes filled with deep confusion. "Boss, boss?"
"Little, Little Brother Hong, Big Sister Bai, Little Brother Bai?"
The voice of the Small Plane Tree snapped everyone back to reality.
The Plane Tree turned its neck and its eyes also moved along. Please note that the
Looking past the people in front of me, my gaze turned towards Xiao Hong, Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and finally back to the person in front of me.
The familiar appearance, the familiar smile, although the face seems a bit swollen, it is without a doubt the look of Lv Shaoqing. Translated: The person standing in front of me had a familiar appearance and a familiar smile. Although their face seemed a bit swollen, it was definitely Lv Shaoqing.
Is he a ghost or a human?
Didn't he die?
Corpse transformation? Spiritual reincarnation? Possession?
The wutong tree opened its mouth slightly, yet before it could ask, Lv Shaoqing spoke.
"Old tree, what do you intend to do?"
"What do you want to do sneaking into my room?"
"Hooligan, you shameless hooligan, trespassing into a handsome guy's room in broad daylight, what do you intend to do?"
"I think you shouldn't be called a phoenix tree anymore, you should be called a hooligan tree." Translated:
"
Oh my god!
Familiar tone, infuriating words, there is no doubt about it, the guy in front is that bastard.
Lü Hansan is back.
It has been over three hundred years, wouldn't the bones have turned to ashes?
Why can they die and come back to life?
He also read Lv Shaoqing's death sentence and confirmed that there was no difference from death.
"You just died," Lv Shaoqing pouted, knowing that many people would ask this question next.
He also couldn't explain.
How can you explain the abnormal style of painting?
Instead of explaining, Lu Shaoqing asked fiercely, "What do you want to do in my room?"
With a frustrated expression on his face, Wutong couldn't utter the words "I want to escape from here."
Xiao Wutong tree spoke directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way out for us to leave."
"Leave?"
Lü Shaoqing's expression changed, his face immediately turned gloomy.
With a flash of murderous intent, but quickly concealing it, he smiled slightly and said to the wutong tree, "Want to run?"
"No way, I haven't even found a place to sleep yet, how could I let you escape?"
Bed?
The face of the wutong tree turned dark, furious. "Why didn't you die outside?"
The little wutong tree exclaimed happily, "Boss, you're back! We're not leaving anymore."
"What's the point of running? Where can you go?"
"The world has changed."
Facing Aohu and the overwhelming enemies behind him on the summit of Tianyufeng, Shaoying remained calm and firmly held the hand of Anqianyan beside him, "Why not"
An Qianyan shook her head, and she smiled gently and peacefully, "I'm not leaving."
"If the younger generation doesn't leave, how can I leave with dignity?"
Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to follow the wutong tree and leave, but no one agreed.
Shaoyi will not leave, even if she does, it won't matter.
Shaoyi smiled faintly, "Well, let's always be together."
"Hmm!" An Qianyan tightly held onto Shaoyi's hand. Translation:
Xiang Yuchen stood at the forefront with a sword in his hand, as the head of the sect, he did not back down, standing in front with many disciples.
Yin Qi carried a large sword and stared fiercely at Ao Hu.
Ao Hu, on a higher ground, at this moment, he had his hands behind his back, calmly overlooking the crowd.
Like gods, facing the disdain of ants.
"Kneel down, and you shall be spared!" Ao Hu spoke softly, but his voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a thunderclap.
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, as a powerful aura swept over them, making them feel immense pressure. Translation:
"Dreaming!" Xiang Yuchen clenched his teeth and shouted, "There are only Lingxiao disciples who die in battle, not Lingxiao disciples who kneel." The formation shattered, and Tianyu Peak trembled.
All disciples of Lingxiao Sect tremble, with cold hands and feet, as if they are in an icy cave.
Everyone's face is lifeless, and their hearts are filled with despair. They are done for.
And in the depths of Tianyu Peak, the phoenix tree senses the shattering of the formation, and the house in front of it flashes, the barrier disappears.
This means that he can enter Lü Shaoqing's room.
If Lv Shaoqing can leave with a backup plan, then he can go away.
Little Wutong turned around, feeling the terrifying aura coming from afar.
He couldn't bear it in his heart, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"
For the small wutong tree, it was born here, grew up here, and transformed here. This place is its home.
Now its home is in danger, and it can't do anything about it. It leaves with great reluctance. Translated content:
The plane tree knows what the little plane tree is thinking, and it too sounds melancholic and helpless, "We don't have the ability to help them."
If possible, the plane tree also doesn't want to leave this place.
However, if he doesn't leave, both of them will die.
Their combat power is insufficient, staying here means becoming someone else's meal once discovered by a transcendent being of a higher level.
Not everyone is like Lv Shaoqing. Only let them improve the environment here. If it falls into the hands of others, the bark will be stripped and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.
Even a small parasol tree knows this truth, but it is still very uncomfortable.
"If the boss were here, it would be great."
"Boss?" The parasol tree squinted.
"Yes, boss," the small parasol tree's eyes were filled with the innocence that had not yet been tainted by the world, blinked, "Xiao Yi sister said, she told me that I can call him dad or call him boss."
"The leader is human, I am a tree, so I feel that the title of the leader is appropriate."
Seeing the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree, the old tree wanted to curse. When did that girl teach her this? Translation: The old tree wanted to curse when it saw the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree. It wondered when that girl had taught her this.
He recognized a boss even before transforming.
He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, he is already dead."
While saying this, he pushed open the door.
Suddenly, he felt something was off and lifted his head, locking eyes with someone.
Dark eyes, deep and bright, carry a touch of magic, like an abyss that seems bottomless, capable of devouring one's soul.
At the same time, the wutong tree can also see strands of surprise, a slight rebelliousness, and a careless gaze in those black and white eyes.
Wutong Tree stood frozen in place, as if all their pressure points had been hit. They didn't even move their eyes.
Little Wutong Tree looked at the room in astonishment, their eyes filled with deep confusion. "Boss, boss?"
"Little, Little Brother Hong, Big Sister Bai, Little Brother Bai?"
The voice of the Small Plane Tree snapped everyone back to reality.
The Plane Tree turned its neck and its eyes also moved along. Please note that the
Looking past the people in front of me, my gaze turned towards Xiao Hong, Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and finally back to the person in front of me.
The familiar appearance, the familiar smile, although the face seems a bit swollen, it is without a doubt the look of Lv Shaoqing. Translated: The person standing in front of me had a familiar appearance and a familiar smile. Although their face seemed a bit swollen, it was definitely Lv Shaoqing.
Is he a ghost or a human?
Didn't he die?
Corpse transformation? Spiritual reincarnation? Possession?
The wutong tree opened its mouth slightly, yet before it could ask, Lv Shaoqing spoke.
"Old tree, what do you intend to do?"
"What do you want to do sneaking into my room?"
"Hooligan, you shameless hooligan, trespassing into a handsome guy's room in broad daylight, what do you intend to do?"
"I think you shouldn't be called a phoenix tree anymore, you should be called a hooligan tree." Translated:
"
Oh my god!
Familiar tone, infuriating words, there is no doubt about it, the guy in front is that bastard.
Lü Hansan is back.
It has been over three hundred years, wouldn't the bones have turned to ashes?
Why can they die and come back to life?
He also read Lv Shaoqing's death sentence and confirmed that there was no difference from death.
"You just died," Lv Shaoqing pouted, knowing that many people would ask this question next.
He also couldn't explain.
How can you explain the abnormal style of painting?
Instead of explaining, Lu Shaoqing asked fiercely, "What do you want to do in my room?"
With a frustrated expression on his face, Wutong couldn't utter the words "I want to escape from here."
Xiao Wutong tree spoke directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way out for us to leave."
"Leave?"
Lü Shaoqing's expression changed, his face immediately turned gloomy.
With a flash of murderous intent, but quickly concealing it, he smiled slightly and said to the wutong tree, "Want to run?"
"No way, I haven't even found a place to sleep yet, how could I let you escape?"
Bed?
The face of the wutong tree turned dark, furious. "Why didn't you die outside?"
The little wutong tree exclaimed happily, "Boss, you're back! We're not leaving anymore."
"What's the point of running? Where can you go?"
"The world has changed."
Facing Aohu and the overwhelming enemies behind him on the summit of Tianyufeng, Shaoying remained calm and firmly held the hand of Anqianyan beside him, "Why not"
An Qianyan shook her head, and she smiled gently and peacefully, "I'm not leaving."
"If the younger generation doesn't leave, how can I leave with dignity?"
Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to follow the wutong tree and leave, but no one agreed.
Shaoyi will not leave, even if she does, it won't matter.
Shaoyi smiled faintly, "Well, let's always be together."
"Hmm!" An Qianyan tightly held onto Shaoyi's hand. Translation:
Xiang Yuchen stood at the forefront with a sword in his hand, as the head of the sect, he did not back down, standing in front with many disciples.
Yin Qi carried a large sword and stared fiercely at Ao Hu.
Ao Hu, on a higher ground, at this moment, he had his hands behind his back, calmly overlooking the crowd.
Like gods, facing the disdain of ants.
"Kneel down, and you shall be spared!" Ao Hu spoke softly, but his voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a thunderclap.
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, as a powerful aura swept over them, making them feel immense pressure. Translation:
"Dreaming!" Xiang Yuchen clenched his teeth, shouted angrily, "There are only Lingxiao Sect disciples who die in battle, and there are no Lingxiao Sect disciples who kneel down."
All disciples of Lingxiao Sect tremble, with cold hands and feet, as if they are in an icy cave.
Everyone's face is lifeless, and their hearts are filled with despair. They are done for.
And in the depths of Tianyu Peak, the phoenix tree senses the shattering of the formation, and the house in front of it flashes, the barrier disappears.
This means that he can enter Lü Shaoqing's room.
If Lv Shaoqing can leave with a backup plan, then he can go away.
Little Wutong turned around, feeling the terrifying aura coming from afar.
He couldn't bear it in his heart, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"
For the small wutong tree, it was born here, grew up here, and transformed here. This place is its home.
Now its home is in danger, and it can't do anything about it. It leaves with great reluctance. Translated content:
The plane tree knows what the little plane tree is thinking, and it too sounds melancholic and helpless, "We don't have the ability to help them."
If possible, the plane tree also doesn't want to leave this place.
However, if he doesn't leave, both of them will die.
Their combat power is insufficient, staying here means becoming someone else's meal once discovered by a transcendent being of a higher level.
Not everyone is like Lv Shaoqing. Only let them improve the environment here. If it falls into the hands of others, the bark will be stripped and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.
Even a small parasol tree knows this truth, but it is still very uncomfortable.
"If the boss were here, it would be great."
"Boss?" The parasol tree squinted.
"Yes, boss," the small parasol tree's eyes were filled with the innocence that had not yet been tainted by the world, blinked, "Xiao Yi sister said, she told me that I can call him dad or call him boss."
"The leader is human, I am a tree, so I feel that the title of the leader is appropriate."
Seeing the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree, the old tree wanted to curse. When did that girl teach her this? Translation: The old tree wanted to curse when it saw the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree. It wondered when that girl had taught her this.
He recognized a boss even before transforming.
He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, he is already dead."
While saying this, he pushed open the door.
Suddenly, he felt something was off and lifted his head, locking eyes with someone.
Dark eyes, deep and bright, carry a touch of magic, like an abyss that seems bottomless, capable of devouring one's soul.
At the same time, the wutong tree can also see strands of surprise, a slight rebelliousness, and a careless gaze in those black and white eyes.
Wutong Tree stood frozen in place, as if all their pressure points had been hit. They didn't even move their eyes.
Little Wutong Tree looked at the room in astonishment, their eyes filled with deep confusion. "Boss, boss?"
"Little, Little Brother Hong, Big Sister Bai, Little Brother Bai?"
The voice of the Small Plane Tree snapped everyone back to reality.
The Plane Tree turned its neck and its eyes also moved along. Please note that the
Looking past the people in front of me, my gaze turned towards Xiao Hong, Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and finally back to the person in front of me.
The familiar appearance, the familiar smile, although the face seems a bit swollen, it is without a doubt the look of Lv Shaoqing. Translated: The person standing in front of me had a familiar appearance and a familiar smile. Although their face seemed a bit swollen, it was definitely Lv Shaoqing.
Is he a ghost or a human?
Didn't he die?
Corpse transformation? Spiritual reincarnation? Possession?
The wutong tree opened its mouth slightly, yet before it could ask, Lv Shaoqing spoke.
"Old tree, what do you intend to do?"
"What do you want to do sneaking into my room?"
"Hooligan, you shameless hooligan, trespassing into a handsome guy's room in broad daylight, what do you intend to do?"
"I think you shouldn't be called a phoenix tree anymore, you should be called a hooligan tree." Translated:
"
Oh my god!
Familiar tone, infuriating words, there is no doubt about it, the guy in front is that bastard.
Lü Hansan is back.
It has been over three hundred years, wouldn't the bones have turned to ashes?
Why can they die and come back to life?
He also read Lv Shaoqing's death sentence and confirmed that there was no difference from death.
"You just died," Lv Shaoqing pouted, knowing that many people would ask this question next.
He also couldn't explain.
How can you explain the abnormal style of painting?
Instead of explaining, Lu Shaoqing asked fiercely, "What do you want to do in my room?"
With a frustrated expression on his face, Wutong couldn't utter the words "I want to escape from here."
Xiao Wutong tree spoke directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way out for us to leave."
"Leave?"
Lü Shaoqing's expression changed, his face immediately turned gloomy.
With a flash of murderous intent, but quickly concealing it, he smiled slightly and said to the wutong tree, "Want to run?"
"No way, I haven't even found a place to sleep yet, how could I let you escape?"
Bed?
The face of the wutong tree turned dark, furious. "Why didn't you die outside?"
The little wutong tree exclaimed happily, "Boss, you're back! We're not leaving anymore."
"What's the point of running? Where can you go?"
"The world has changed."
Facing Aohu and the overwhelming enemies behind him on the summit of Tianyufeng, Shaoying remained calm and firmly held the hand of Anqianyan beside him, "Why not"
An Qianyan shook her head, and she smiled gently and peacefully, "I'm not leaving."
"If the younger generation doesn't leave, how can I leave with dignity?"
Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to follow the wutong tree and leave, but no one agreed.
Shaoyi will not leave, even if she does, it won't matter.
Shaoyi smiled faintly, "Well, let's always be together."
"Hmm!" An Qianyan tightly held onto Shaoyi's hand. Translation:
Xiang Yuchen stood at the forefront with a sword in his hand, as the head of the sect, he did not back down, standing in front with many disciples.
Yin Qi carried a large sword and stared fiercely at Ao Hu.
Ao Hu, on a higher ground, at this moment, he had his hands behind his back, calmly overlooking the crowd.
Like gods, facing the disdain of ants.
"Kneel down, and you shall be spared!" Ao Hu spoke softly, but his voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a thunderclap.
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, as a powerful aura swept over them, making them feel immense pressure. Translation:
"Dreaming!" Xiang Yuchen clenched his teeth and shouted, "There are only Lingxiao disciples who die in battle, not Lingxiao disciples who kneel." The formation shattered, and Tianyu Peak trembled.
All disciples of Lingxiao Sect tremble, with cold hands and feet, as if they are in an icy cave.
Everyone's face is lifeless, and their hearts are filled with despair. They are done for.
And in the depths of Tianyu Peak, the phoenix tree senses the shattering of the formation, and the house in front of it flashes, the barrier disappears.
This means that he can enter Lü Shaoqing's room.
If Lv Shaoqing can leave with a backup plan, then he can go away.
Little Wutong turned around, feeling the terrifying aura coming from afar.
He couldn't bear it in his heart, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"
For the small wutong tree, it was born here, grew up here, and transformed here. This place is its home.
Now its home is in danger, and it can't do anything about it. It leaves with great reluctance. Translated content:
The plane tree knows what the little plane tree is thinking, and it too sounds melancholic and helpless, "We don't have the ability to help them."
If possible, the plane tree also doesn't want to leave this place.
However, if he doesn't leave, both of them will die.
Their combat power is insufficient, staying here means becoming someone else's meal once discovered by a transcendent being of a higher level.
Not everyone is like Lv Shaoqing. Only let them improve the environment here. If it falls into the hands of others, the bark will be stripped and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.
Even a small parasol tree knows this truth, but it is still very uncomfortable.
"If the boss were here, it would be great."
"Boss?" The parasol tree squinted.
"Yes, boss," the small parasol tree's eyes were filled with the innocence that had not yet been tainted by the world, blinked, "Xiao Yi sister said, she told me that I can call him dad or call him boss."
"The leader is human, I am a tree, so I feel that the title of the leader is appropriate."
Seeing the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree, the old tree wanted to curse. When did that girl teach her this? Translation: The old tree wanted to curse when it saw the clear foolishness in the eyes of the young wutong tree. It wondered when that girl had taught her this.
He recognized a boss even before transforming.
He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, he is already dead."
While saying this, he pushed open the door.
Suddenly, he felt something was off and lifted his head, locking eyes with someone.
Dark eyes, deep and bright, carry a touch of magic, like an abyss that seems bottomless, capable of devouring one's soul.
At the same time, the wutong tree can also see strands of surprise, a slight rebelliousness, and a careless gaze in those black and white eyes.
Wutong Tree stood frozen in place, as if all their pressure points had been hit. They didn't even move their eyes.
Little Wutong Tree looked at the room in astonishment, their eyes filled with deep confusion. "Boss, boss?"
"Little, Little Brother Hong, Big Sister Bai, Little Brother Bai?"
The voice of the Small Plane Tree snapped everyone back to reality.
The Plane Tree turned its neck and its eyes also moved along. Please note that the
Looking past the people in front of me, my gaze turned towards Xiao Hong, Da Bai, Xiao Bai, and finally back to the person in front of me.
The familiar appearance, the familiar smile, although the face seems a bit swollen, it is without a doubt the look of Lv Shaoqing. Translated: The person standing in front of me had a familiar appearance and a familiar smile. Although their face seemed a bit swollen, it was definitely Lv Shaoqing.
Is he a ghost or a human?
Didn't he die?
Corpse transformation? Spiritual reincarnation? Possession?
The wutong tree opened its mouth slightly, yet before it could ask, Lv Shaoqing spoke.
"Old tree, what do you intend to do?"
"What do you want to do sneaking into my room?"
"Hooligan, you shameless hooligan, trespassing into a handsome guy's room in broad daylight, what do you intend to do?"
"I think you shouldn't be called a phoenix tree anymore, you should be called a hooligan tree." Translated:
"
Oh my god!
Familiar tone, infuriating words, there is no doubt about it, the guy in front is that bastard.
Lü Hansan is back.
It has been over three hundred years, wouldn't the bones have turned to ashes?
Why can they die and come back to life?
He also read Lv Shaoqing's death sentence and confirmed that there was no difference from death.
"You just died," Lv Shaoqing pouted, knowing that many people would ask this question next.
He also couldn't explain.
How can you explain the abnormal style of painting?
Instead of explaining, Lu Shaoqing asked fiercely, "What do you want to do in my room?"
With a frustrated expression on his face, Wutong couldn't utter the words "I want to escape from here."
Xiao Wutong tree spoke directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way out for us to leave."
"Leave?"
Lü Shaoqing's expression changed, his face immediately turned gloomy.
With a flash of murderous intent, but quickly concealing it, he smiled slightly and said to the wutong tree, "Want to run?"
"No way, I haven't even found a place to sleep yet, how could I let you escape?"
Bed?
The face of the wutong tree turned dark, furious. "Why didn't you die outside?"
The little wutong tree exclaimed happily, "Boss, you're back! We're not leaving anymore."
"What's the point of running? Where can you go?"
"The world has changed."
Facing Aohu and the overwhelming enemies behind him on the summit of Tianyufeng, Shaoying remained calm and firmly held the hand of Anqianyan beside him, "Why not"
An Qianyan shook her head, and she smiled gently and peacefully, "I'm not leaving."
"If the younger generation doesn't leave, how can I leave with dignity?"
Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to follow the wutong tree and leave, but no one agreed.
Shaoyi will not leave, even if she does, it won't matter.
Shaoyi smiled faintly, "Well, let's always be together."
"Hmm!" An Qianyan tightly held onto Shaoyi's hand. Translation:
Xiang Yuchen stood at the forefront with a sword in his hand, as the head of the sect, he did not back down, standing in front with many disciples.
Yin Qi carried a large sword and stared fiercely at Ao Hu.
Ao Hu, on a higher ground, at this moment, he had his hands behind his back, calmly overlooking the crowd.
Like gods, facing the disdain of ants.
"Kneel down, and you shall be spared!" Ao Hu spoke softly, but his voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, like a thunderclap.
The disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, as a powerful aura swept over them, making them feel immense pressure. Translation:
"Dreaming!" Xiang Yuchen clenched his teeth, shouted angrily, "There are only Lingxiao Sect disciples who die in battle, and there are no Lingxiao Sect disciples who kneel down."