"What are you? Bad guy?"

Ye Ping looked at the sycamore tree man vigilantly.

This thing looks small, but since it can speak people's words, it should not be underestimated. Moreover, this guy sends good people cards to people as soon as he opens his mouth, he is probably not a good product.

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm still a baby!"

The sycamore tree man shook the branches above his head with force, spreading two branches, and trotting in a row, about to rush towards Ye Ping.

"Stop, don't come!"

Ye Ping retreated vigilantly, pointed at the sycamore tree man and said in a deep voice.

This guy looks harmless, but in fact, it’s hard to predict. Maybe he will kill someone when he comes here?

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm really a baby! Good man, you have the smell of the emperor, I won't smell it wrong. Our clan is born to be loyal to the emperor and let the emperor sleep on us... And you have left me so many delicious and fragrant things, don't you remember?"

The sycamore tree man looked at Ye Ping with grievance.

"Imperial? Is it delicious?"

Ye Ping frowned and looked at the sycamore tree man suspiciously.

He really couldn't even understand a word about what this little thing said.

"Yeah, emperor! It's fragrant!"

The Wutong Tree Man thought Ye Ping understood, so he nodded happily, and as he spoke, he was about to move closer to Ye Ping.

"Stop, don't move! If you are really trustworthy, you will cut a hole in your body!"

Seeing this, Ye Ping immediately raised his hand, pointed at the Wutong Tree Man, and said in a deep voice.

“It hurts very much.”

The sycamore tree man looked at Ye Ping pitifully, his big eyes full of grievances.

A good person has obviously left so many fragrances for himself, why don’t he know himself now?

"boom!"

Ye Ping heard the sound and punched the big rock next to him with a backhand, and said coldly: "Believe it or not, your head is broken, which hurts even more?!"

The Wutong Tree Man looked at the stones with almost two of his own, and was smashed into stone powder by a punch. His body immediately shook and said bitterly: "Then I'll just cut it."

laugh!

As he spoke, a branch of the sycamore tree man suddenly turned into tentacles, rolled up a stone piece, and made a small hole like a needle tip that was pierced through the skin.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, good man, now you believe it..."

With such a big hole, the sycamore tree man was still covering his arms, grinning, and tears seemed to be rolling out from his big eyes.

“…”

Ye Ping was speechless.

This guy's performance is either really harmless; or he is just a villain who pretends to be crazy and stupid.

"You will eat these spirits of plants and trees for you."

However, although the wound was small, it was enough for Ye Ping. He immediately took out the remaining ball of grass and trees, cut off a piece of fingernail size from it, and bounced it to the sycamore tree man.

“Wow…”

When the sycamore tree saw the spirit of grass and trees, its round and cute big eyes immediately raised a fierce green light, jumped up, and swallowed the spirit of grass and trees into its mouth.

"Good man... I'm so seriously injured, so I have too little fragrance. Give me some more."

Immediately afterwards, it sat on the ground, closed its eyes, and was about to reminisce, but there were too few spirits of grass and trees. Before it could taste anything, it disappeared. It could only open its eyes and continue to look at Ye Ping pitifully, rubbing the two branches in front of it.

"roll!"

Ye Ping cursed honestly and bluntly, and at this moment, the Qingnang Baodian in his mind also reacted.

Immediately, everything about the sycamore tree man came to Ye Ping's mind.

Wutong tribe!

The Suzaku lives in the descendants of the clan!

In the next breath, after reading the content, Ye Ping looked at the Wutong Tree Man with a look, and immediately felt a little strange, and he understood why this guy felt close to him.

The reason is very simple, because he has the aura of Yingning on his body, so he attracted the attention of this guy.

And the memories of the sycamore tree people are very pitiful.

This guy was born from a broad-leaved sycamore tree on the way he passed by, and suddenly changed.

All memories are chasing it.

"Hiss... This thing looks harmless, but in fact, it is also a ruthless guy!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ping saw the scene of the sycamore tree man devouring the corpses of the silver moon and blue scaly wolf that he had killed. The tentacles poked out and everything turned into ashes, which was really terrifying.

But what is certain is that the people of the sycamore tree are indeed not hostile to themselves.

Because the Wutong clan follows the Vermilion Bird, the Vermilion Bird is equivalent to the supreme heaven to this clan!

He had the breath of a vermilion bird on his body, so naturally the sycamore tree people dare not act rashly.

But what made Ye Ping a little confused was that in the history of China, the phoenix was not a sycamore tree, so why did it become a vermilion bird here?

However, Ye Ping also heard a legend in the past that the ancestors before Zhou Dynasty always believed that the vermilion bird was the authentic phoenix, and the vermilion bird was naturally the vermilion bird!

"Good guy, give me some more fragrance. It's okay to let me lick it. I didn't taste it just now."

And at this moment, the sycamore tree man looked at Ye Ping pitifully and prayed.

"This guy..."

Ye Ping was so angry that he was very angry.

This little thing is really a foodie. Whether it is memory or current performance, my mind is full of eating, but eating.

However, it is also quite pitiful, and there is nothing good. The reward given to the treatment just now was the fingernail that he gave it. He really has never seen the world.

"Can you not get lost in the foggy forest?"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Ping discovered a very important thing. The sycamore tree man rushed through the foggy forest, with no sign of getting lost at all.

"Get lost? Why are you lost? Just keep walking. Good man, give me a small mouthful. Is it okay to lick it..."

After a confused sentence from the sycamore tree, he begged Ye Ping in pain.

"This guy doesn't get lost when he enters the fog forest. That's not that he can kill a shot, get some grass and trees, and then come out again?"

The next moment, Ye Ping's eyes lit up and he had a bold idea.

"Or what I'll take you in and let's get some more? I don't know which bad guy snatched away the fragrant ones you left for me! Let's go back, if anyone snatches Xiangxiang again, you can beat him to death..."

The sycamore tree man blinked and muttered.

But when he said that, it suddenly glanced at Ye Ping's storage ring that had just taken out the grass and trees spirit.

Xiangxiang disappeared, but there are many good people. That is to say, those Xiangxiang were actually taken away by good people?

But I asked a good person to help me beat the person who took Xiangxiang to death?

Isn’t that a good person wants to beat him to death?

Crazy...

And just as Ye Ping and the Wutong Tree Man were thinking about it, the trees in the foggy forest suddenly began to shake.

Immediately, a roar came from an extremely distant place, exploding in his sea of ​​consciousness:
Chapter completed!