: A hungry man doesn’t know how to feel tired when he’s full

The teapot was placed on the stove and it was not long before the faint aroma of flowers and plants came.

Coupled with the rich spiritual power of the wood element here, Fang Fengqing had the urge to let go of everything and directly cross her legs and enter meditation.

Mu Wutong looked out the window at the warm scene in the forest city, with a gentle and comfortable smile on his face.

"Originally, this was just a wasteland." Venerable Wutong's eyes were a little wandering, obviously reminiscing about something: "From the time I can remember, I was the only tree around me. And I only knew

Old Phoenix. It has been with me for a long time, and I have always believed that we will always be together like this."

Feng Qing did not dare to interrupt.

Because these things that Master Wutong said were obviously things that happened many years ago before the war between the gods in ancient times.

In the face of the long river of time, Lord Wutong can have a place, and she, Fengqing, is just a piece of dust that cannot smile.

"For us, time is just a repetition of everyday things. Although saying this may make you humans feel that I am too showy. But for me, living for such a long time is really boring.

Sometimes I even feel that living like this is actually no different from dying."

"." Fortunately, Your Majesty, you said this in front of her, Feng Qing. If you had said it in front of Ji Qingcheng, I am afraid that Ji Qingcheng would be so angry that she would draw three kilograms of blood.

What does it mean that a man who is full does not know that a man who is hungry is hungry, and a man who is hungry does not know that a man who is full does not know that a man is tired. This is it!

For the human race, the pursuit of eternal life is something that almost everyone cannot escape. However, the person sitting opposite him actually has it, and he still finds it boring.

The smile on Feng Qing's face froze for two points, and she quickly calmed down by pouring tea.

"Later, the old Phoenix left. But I couldn't leave. Before it left, it gave me an opportunity to transform into a human being. I have also traveled back and forth to Tianlong Continent several times, but I still feel that this is the most suitable place.

I. So, I planted this Wood Dragon Spirit Wood. This thing was found in the South China Sea, and it was just this one. I brought it back."

Speaking of this, Mu Wutong seemed to have thought of something and looked back at Feng Qing: "You have been to that place too, it is the palace of Poseidon."

Fengqing opened her mouth.

"It turns out that this wooden dragon spirit tree actually comes from the Nanhai Shrine."

It turns out that before everyone discovered the Nanhai Shrine, Venerable Wutong had already entered it. He also took away the Wood Dragon Spirit Wood!

"That's right. Otherwise, you think I can have any wealth with just a tree. That guy Sharkshen likes to make money the most. I only took one thing from him, so I'm worthy of him." Mu Wutong said matter-of-factly: "

After the gods left, it took tens of millions of years for the Tianlong Continent to grow

I knew I had no ability to leave, so I could only find a way to survive on this continent. So, I also started to clean up a lot of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The Tianlong Continent can have the vitality it has today, but

And my old sycamore tree deserves a lot of credit."

Lord Wutong said it in an understatement.

But Feng Qing heard it very seriously.

She could imagine the complicated emotions that Lord Wutong, who had finally become an adult after practicing for many years because of the opportunity left by Lord Phoenix, had when looking at the devastated continent.

A person has lived alone for tens of millions of years, and it is even boring to begin to deal with the mountains of corpses and seas of blood left on the battlefield.

I'm afraid this loneliness has reached its peak, right?

"Your Majesty is so kind. Tianlong Continent should remember you."

"Hey, Old Wutong Tree, I don't like to be remembered by you humans. No need, no need." Venerable Wutong waved his hand casually, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, smashed it in his mouth, and put the cup down in disgust.

, pushed away: "I'd better drink my dew. I can't get used to this taste."

Fengqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the trace of sadness in her heart immediately disappeared. She took another cup and poured a glass of water for Lord Wutong.

Lord Wutong drank the water before nodding with satisfaction.

"Later, the Tianlong Continent returned to its original state again, and I brought back a few dolls. I didn't think about it at all, but the dolls were quite sturdy, and they grew up just like that after drinking dew with me. Later, the dolls

I brought the doll back again. Then there was Forest City.”

Venerable Wutong is really not a qualified narrator. In his eyes, there seems to be nothing that he can specifically describe in a few sentences.

The history of changes in the continent over tens of millions of years, as well as the history of the Forest City for hundreds of thousands of years, are just a matter of one or two sentences in the words of Lord Wutong.

Is this the result of living too long, seeing too much, and therefore feeling bored?

Lord Wutong glanced at Feng Qing, saw a hint of disgust on Feng Qing's face, and grinned.

"I'm just a tree, so don't expect me to tell you any wonderful stories. Besides, girl, your stories are already wonderful enough, and you don't need to hear so many more from others."

"Sir, you seem to know me very well?" Feng Qing took a sip of tea and looked very relaxed.

Lord Wutong had no intention of hiding anything.

Since he asked Feng Qing to come here, he just wanted to have a good communication with Feng Qing. Besides, in the eyes of Lord Wutong, they, the tree clan, don’t understand those twists and turns. Trees all grow straight.

Smoothly.

"Of course I do. I not only understand you, but I also understand that guy." Lord Wutong nodded his chin to Qin Mufeng, who had his back to them.

"Because I am the chosen daughter you said, and Master Qi has a trace of the aura of Master Zhulong who escaped into reincarnation and turned around?"

"Otherwise?" Lord Wutong touched his chin with his hand: "I live alone in this Tianlong Continent. If I don't find some interesting things to watch, I will be bored to death."

"I understand. Your Majesty, you are so perseverant and tenacious. You have endured all these years."

"Go, you little girl, you are still teasing me." Lord Wutong glanced at Feng Qing, but his face was not angry: "In the war, I didn't turn into a human form. The war was fierce, and even I couldn't escape. I suffered

He was seriously injured, and it was only with great difficulty that he managed to save his roots and retain his sanity."

Venerable Wutong has never told anyone these things.

The two people in front of him were the only listeners he had ever seen in his endless life, and they were also the most suitable listeners. Lord Wutong's desire to talk was rarely displayed.

"After the gods sealed off the Tianlong Continent with their divine formations, they left one after another. I saw with my own eyes that the God Nuwa left a drop of blood essence, which turned into an opportunity and remained in the Tianlong Continent. I didn't dare to intervene, for fear that it would affect your appearance.

So I’ve been paying attention.”

"I didn't understand in what form you would bring hope to the mainland. It wasn't until I saw you born that I finally had the answer to this question."

After getting the answer, he lost interest in continuing to pay attention.
Chapter completed!