Chapter four hundred and fortieth I have a phoenix
Small sycamore tree ""
He was a little confused.
He didn't expect that this new friend would invite him to leave with him
So, can he leave?
You know, since he was born, he has known that he belongs to the Phoenix clan, and when he grows up, he should find a Phoenix friend to grow up with. However, in his memory, someone seems to have vaguely told him that he should
Who should he wait for?
It is precisely because of this that he has always used the excuse that he is a Phoenix Emperor to refuse to look for friends from the Phoenix clan.
In fact, the Phoenix Emperor has already fallen. The new Phoenix Emperor has not appeared, and the person he is waiting for has not appeared. So, should he continue to wait?
This sycamore tree does not have Phoenix's little friend, he is also lonely.
He has been lonely for who knows how many years, just waiting day after day, year after year.
This kind of waiting was extremely tiring and sometimes drove him crazy.
But to be honest, even though his life was quite miserable, he never thought that he would leave Phoenix one day. Mainly because no one wanted to take him away from Phoenix Clan before.
But now, facing this new friend's invitation, Xiao Wutongshu really didn't want to admit that he was moved, he was really moved.
But, can the new friends in front of him support him?
As a phoenix tree, it is bound to depend on the Phoenix clan and assist each other in training. However, the strength of this new friend
He's afraid that the other person won't be able to bear his needs.
"Are you not willing?" Feng Qiyue couldn't help but ask when seeing the other party's delay in expressing his position. At the same time, he expressed his understanding, "If you are not willing, forget it. Even if I leave in the future, I will come back to see you often when I have time.
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"No, I'm quite willing. However, my cultivation requires the assistance of the power of the Phoenix Spirit, and I need a lot of it. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it," said the little Wutong tree, expressing his worries.
"Don't worry, this is nothing to worry about. I can still afford to raise a small tree like you." Feng Qiyue assured.
"Really?" The little sycamore tree shook its branches excitedly and confirmed with some excitement.
"Well, I promise to raise you until you are fat and white." Feng Qiyue said.
"Then I am yours," the little sycamore tree said happily, and shouted excitedly in the language of plants, "I have a phoenix, I have a phoenix, I finally have a phoenix."
The Wutong tree "" who was present didn't recognize this guy, where did he come from?
"Aren't you happy for me?" Seeing this, the little sycamore tree asked them.
Those sycamore trees don't want to pay attention to him
It's amazing to have a phoenix
You know that there are almost no friends among the sycamore trees in the sycamore forest, but you are still so cool. Is that okay?
snort
Show your affection and it will go away quickly
The sycamore trees are extremely envious and jealous that this idiot can find a Phoenix as a partner that they are satisfied with.
Why?
What's wrong with them?
Doesn’t that mean you haven’t cultivated spiritual wisdom?
However, we can't ignore them so much, right?
Thinking of this, some thoughtful sycamore trees couldn't help but hook Feng Qiyue's clothes with their branches, seducing her with various coquettish pictures.
However, the expression was wrong.
Because Feng Qiyue still doesn't understand the language between plants, she doesn't understand what they are talking about at all.
Chapter completed!