Wutong fell into a short sleep because he was too bored. This is also a normal thing for it. It often has such moments during its more than 70,000 years of tree life. After all, its time is too long.
Sometimes a dream passes and thousands of years pass by. The existence around me has changed one after another.
So Wutong has never met a real friend until now.
Not bad, friend.
This novel word was learned from the mouth of a rabbit demon. Well, probably a long time ago, it was a little demon beast that it met not long after it became conscious.
In fact, it didn't have much memory of the little thing, but it was deeply impressed. It still remembers the feeling of closeness that the little thing felt after it discovered its consciousness.
At that time, its nascent consciousness was really too fragile, but after two incomprehensible conversations, it felt a little tired and confused. It had to listen to the other person's conversation for a while, even though it didn't understand what it was doing at the time.
But Wutong still instinctively approached this cute little thing.
However, it still cannot resist the biological instinct. Because the newborn consciousness was overused, he had to fall into a long sleep.
What it heard in the last moment of its consciousness was actually somewhat forgotten. It seems like...see you tomorrow?
When I woke up again, the surrounding environment seemed to have changed. But judging from the general landscape, it seems that not much time has passed and so many changes have occurred.
But Wutong understood that the shy little rabbit demon had probably become the dust in the wind, lost in the sand of the years. Is it never possible to meet him? Goodbye tomorrow... can only be a dream for it.
But Wutong did see some descendants who might be the little monster beast. They live together on the plain not far from Wutong, and they often come here to pick spiritual materials. It is said that their tribe migrated to the vicinity a thousand years ago, and the time Wutong fell asleep this time happened to be a thousand years...
After that time, Wutong understood that he was different from other races. There was a gap of time and years, and there was no possibility of a true intersection.
It is an immortal species, and its interaction with ordinary creatures is destined to end in tragedy.
Wutong also began to relax here, never expecting to find one or two real friends who would travel together. I just wake up every time and chat with the surrounding small animals, and ask for different news and hearings from the passing "guests", hoping to use these sources of information to get to know the vast world outside.
The cave that has been shrouded in tranquility all year round welcomed an unexpected visitor. The other party didn't know which way he took to enter this place by mistake, and he has become a frequent visitor here since then.
The day when Wutong met the phoenix bird was a clear day no different from the past.
That day he woke up from his drowsiness, just planning to take a look at the too quiet cave as usual, absorb a little spiritual energy, and then sleep again.
It's a little boring to think that I don't know how long I have to sleep before I can get out of this somewhat closed environment.
But this time it seems a little different.
Although the tree tribe's senses are not sharp, this does not prevent it from perceiving differences in the world. Soon it was keenly aware that there was an aura that was different from the past in the cave that was too quiet in the past, a creature with a very powerful aura.
It was a powerful creature that exuded infinite vitality just by existing. Wutong has never seen such a strange and magical existence in his past life.
This moment ignited Wutong's not strong curiosity.
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Wutong fell into a short sleep because he was too bored. This is also a normal thing for it. It often has such moments during its more than 70,000 years of tree life. After all, its time is too long.
Sometimes a dream passes and thousands of years pass by. The existence around me has changed one after another.
So Wutong has never met a real friend until now.
Not bad, friend.
This novel word was learned from the mouth of a rabbit demon. Well, probably a long time ago, it was a little demon beast that it met not long after it became conscious.
In fact, it didn't have much memory of the little thing, but it was deeply impressed. It still remembers the feeling of closeness that the little thing felt after it discovered its consciousness.
At that time, its nascent consciousness was really too fragile, but after two incomprehensible conversations, it felt a little tired and confused. It had to listen to the other person's conversation for a while, even though it didn't understand what it was doing at the time.
But Wutong still instinctively approached this cute little thing.
However, it still cannot resist the biological instinct. Because the newborn consciousness was overused, he had to fall into a long sleep.
What it heard in the last moment of its consciousness was actually somewhat forgotten. It seems like...see you tomorrow?
When I woke up again, the surrounding environment seemed to have changed. But judging from the general landscape, it seems that not much time has passed and so many changes have occurred.
But Wutong understood that the shy little rabbit demon had probably become the dust in the wind, lost in the sand of the years. Is it never possible to meet him? Goodbye tomorrow... can only be a dream for it.
But Wutong did see some descendants who might be the little monster beast. They live together on the plain not far from Wutong, and they often come here to pick spiritual materials. It is said that their tribe migrated to the vicinity a thousand years ago, and the time Wutong fell asleep this time happened to be a thousand years...
After that time, Wutong understood that he was different from other races. There was a gap of time and years, and there was no possibility of a true intersection.
It is an immortal species, and its interaction with ordinary creatures is destined to end in tragedy.
Wutong also began to relax here, never expecting to find one or two real friends who would travel together. I just wake up every time and chat with the surrounding small animals, and ask for different news and hearings from the passing "guests", hoping to use these sources of information to get to know the vast world outside.
The cave that has been shrouded in tranquility all year round welcomed an unexpected visitor. The other party didn't know which way he took to get into this place by mistake, and he became a regular visitor here from then on.
The day when Wutong met the phoenix bird was a clear day no different from the past.
That day he woke up from his drowsiness, just planning to take a look at the too quiet cave as usual, absorb a little spiritual energy, and then sleep again.
It's a little boring to think that I don't know how long I have to sleep before I can get out of this somewhat closed environment.
But this time it seems a little different.
