Upon hearing this, the sycamore trees who had received Feng Qiyue's consent immediately became angry.

Damn bastards, actually preventing them from living a happy life

It’s true that my uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t.

So, each one of them violently and angrily pulled out his own tree roots from the soil, and then gave the little sycamore tree a beating.

Feng Qiyue looked a little confused.

conscience of heaven and earth

This was the first time she saw trees fighting.

It turns out that this is how trees fight.

The roots of the tree were pulled out, and the branches were swung around, making a crackling sound like a whip.

As for the little sycamore tree, it was beaten so badly that it cried for father and mother.

The branches were broken, a lot of leaves were torn off, the tree was also scarred, and there was green liquid seeping out of it.

miserable

Feng Qiyue thinks this little sycamore tree is quite miserable.

The little sycamore tree felt even more aggrieved.

What did he say? Just beat him up in a group.

Isn't he just doing it for this little phoenix?

With so many trees, you will suck the little phoenix dry, okay?

So, is there anything wrong with him reminding that little friend to be careful?

You selfish guys

hate you

"Ugh, I was beaten, it hurts so much." Then, the little sycamore tree cried pitifully to Feng Qiyue. On one branch, there was clear liquid seeping out, which looked like tears.

This is crying

Feng Qiyue hadn't recovered enough yet, and after a long while, she stretched out her little hand and touched the small tree, "Be good, I've already beaten you, so please stop crying."

"It hurts, the tree also hurts, okay?" the little sycamore tree choked with sobs.

"Then what can we do? Can you still fight back?" Feng Qiyue said with a sympathetic look.

"I really wanted to, but I can't beat him," the little sycamore tree said timidly.

"In that case, just accept your fate," Feng Qiyue said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, the little sycamore tree cried even harder. As he cried, he asked in a low voice, "Do I have to accept them? They will beat me."

"I really feel that if I don't accept them, they will beat you even harder," Feng Qiyue sighed.

The sycamore trees present, in order to prove that Feng Qiyue was right, continued to shake their branches crazily.

That's right, that's right

If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up

I want to beat you until you are suspicious of Shusheng

The little sycamore tree understood the meaning of these sycamore trees and immediately said, "Then accept them, but you have to tell them that I am their boss."

"Well, you are the boss." Feng Qiyue agreed.

But why did you, the boss, get beaten?

This is too lacking in the majesty of being the boss, right?

But in fact, despite the fact that this little sycamore tree has developed spiritual intelligence, in fact, among the many sycamore trees, he is considered young and is not really the boss.

The boss of this group of sycamore trees is currently sleeping

The other sycamore trees that have cultivated spiritual wisdom are just entrusted by that sycamore tree to assist in the management of the sycamore forest.

Because this little sycamore tree is still young, even if he develops spiritual wisdom, in the eyes of some adult sycamore trees, he is just a child.

Just pamper him and let him have the pleasure of being the boss, but that doesn't mean anything, does it?

At a critical moment, if the boss disobeys, he must be beaten even if he deserves it.

No, after beating them, their goal was achieved.

So, if you want to be the boss, just keep being the boss, they won't mind.

Who told them that now they also have phoenix sycamore trees?
Chapter completed!