Yan Wuyou, who realized it later, muttered, stretched out his little hand and said: "You can't give it away, this is your true intention! Master, please return my princess's intention."
After hearing this, Ming Hanfeng looked suspiciously at Yan Wuyou, who didn't seem to be joking, then carefully looked at the hairpin in his hand that had no spiritual power or aura of a spiritual weapon and said lightly: "It doesn't look like it, I won't give it to you.
I keep this hairpin as a gift to my sweetheart. Don't be stingy. "
Ming Hanfeng said, quickly put the hairpin into the inside of his clothes, and then put on a serious smile - if you really want it, then you will come and get it yourself.
Yan Wuyou was so angry with the master in front of him that his face turned red, and his eyes showed an expression that he didn't know such a rogue person!
Seeing the man in front of him whose temperament changed drastically, Yan Ruyi seriously suspected that he was not the master, or was possessed by some rogue ghost!
Ming Hanfeng, who was looked at by Yan Wuyou with a scrutinizing gaze, chuckled and said, "Don't look at me like that, please.
I am the real Brother Feng, and I still have the spiritual power of Yi'er left behind flowing in my body. If Yi'er doesn't believe it, you can test it. "
Yan Wuyou rolled his eyes at his master, "You are shamelessly acting like a rogue, but this princess cannot act like a shameless rogue!"
Looking at the careless rogue master in front of him, Yan Wuyou raised his forehead and said helplessly: "Master, don't make trouble, what this princess said is true.
Moreover, how can you be so casual as to grab a hair accessory and give it away? It seems so insincere.
Please return your thoughts to this princess, and I will give you a new set of gifts that can be given away, okay?"
Ming Hanfeng looked at Yan Wuyou, who was trying his best to endure his anger, and knew that it would not end well if the trouble continued.
Therefore, Ming Hanfeng recognized the interest, but pretended to be reluctant to part with it, and with a painful expression on his face, he slowly took out the hairpin of his thoughts from the lapel of his clothes, and reluctantly handed it back to Yan Wuyou.
Yan Wuyou, who received the mind hairpin, finally relaxed and calmed down his emotions. Seeing the master's puzzled expression about the mind hairpin, Yan Wuyou expressed that he was happy to help the master clear up his doubts!
So Yan Wuyou injected spiritual power into the hairpin of thoughts in his hand. Under the urging of Yan Wuyou's spiritual power, the hairpin of thoughts restored the shape of a colorful brush!
Now that it has been restored, the work cannot be in vain! So the thoughts in Yan Wuyou's mind began to spin rapidly, what should I draw?
Yan Wuyou's eyes suddenly lit up, he smiled slightly and started painting out of thin air.
Seeing this, Ming Hanfeng was afraid and quietly walked around Yan Wuyou, tiptoeing to escape outside.
As soon as Ming Hanfeng bypassed the screen, he heard the screen fall down with a snap. Just as Ming Hanfeng looked back in horror, a small tree about three feet high flew towards him at a very fast speed, making Ming Hanfeng unable to avoid it. !
The small tree that touched Ming Hanfeng was instantly submerged into Ming Hanfeng's body, and Ming Hanfeng's tearful accusation sounded in the room: "Yi'er, you deceived me again, you forgot that I am still Are you injured?"
After finishing speaking, Ming Hanfeng couldn't help but fall to the ground, curling up in pain.
Yan Wuyou stepped forward and knelt down, comforting him with an unbearable look on his face: "Master, please bear with me. After you become a spiritual tree, you will be able to better absorb the essence of the sun and moon and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It will help your cultivation. Time limit For ten days.”
At this time, Ming Hanfeng was speechless in pain. He could only roll his eyes. What he wanted to say was, it must be a big tree! If you draw a small tree, how can it be as fast as my self-cultivation?!
Yi'er, you're a scammer!
Minghanfeng first showed the original shape of the blood-colored fireball, and finally transformed into a small tree painting. The process was not long, and it was not that painful originally, but because Minghanfeng's soul was damaged, it was extremely painful.
The dark cold wind turned it into a tree with scattered branches and leaves, like a sapling that was lifeless due to severe lack of water.
Seeing this, Yan Wuyou raised his hand to set up a magic circle, then squatted down next to the pet tree, bit his finger without hesitation and dripped blood on the roots of the tree.
Ming Hanfeng, who smelled the scent of blood and involuntarily drank blood and liquid, felt his heart tighten. He tried to raise his eyes and saw Yan Wuyou whose fingers were dripping with blood.
Although Ming Hanfeng was weak, his tone showed his distress for Yan Wuyou: "Yi'er, what are you doing? Don't hurt yourself, stop the bleeding quickly."
Hearing this, Yan Wuyou smiled mischievously, with the attitude that you can't do anything about me now! When I saw the blood dripping slowly from my finger, I used the fingers of my other hand to squeeze the blood out!
Although Ming Hanfeng felt distressed, he really had no choice but to suddenly hate the tree so much! Because the tree roots beyond his control were happily sucking Yan Wuyou's blood and liquid, which contained a powerful source of life and huge energy.
The moment one of the petals of the gray mini lotus on Yan Wuyou's head fell off and turned into dust,
Yan Wuyou suddenly felt a splitting headache! Unable to help but cover his head with both hands, he stopped bleeding.
Seeing this, Minghan Fenghua Chongshu asked worriedly: "Yi'er, how are you?"
Yan Wuyou, who didn't know that each petal on his head represented ten years of life, calmed down the pain and pretended to be relaxed and responded: "I guess I'm bleeding, it's okay, just take a rest."
After Yan Wuyou finished speaking, he put the broken and bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked it clean of the wound and blood. The wound healed without leaving a trace in a short time.
After the wound was healed, Yan Wuyou casually picked up the pet tree from the ground, which was not as withered as before, and threw it directly into his spiritual space.
Yan Wuyou's current spiritual space is about one foot long, wide and three feet high.
But for the three-foot-tall Minghanfenghua pet tree, it was crowded and narrow. Before he could protest, he was thrown out of the spiritual space by some force in the spiritual space!
Yan Wuyou looked at the small tree that flew out of the spiritual space and hit the wall of the magic circle. Yan Wuyou walked over with a puzzled look on his face, picked up the dizzy small tree, and
Thinking that maybe it wasn't placed properly, he carefully threw the small tree into the spiritual space again.
However, within a few breaths, the Ning Hanfeng pet tree was thrown out again!
Yan Wuyou's Liu Yemei squirmed slightly, and depressedly picked up the Ninghanfenghua pet tree again, and was about to try throwing it into the spiritual space again,
Suddenly, there was a burst of cramping pain in his lower abdomen, causing Yan Wuyou to let go of the pet tree in his hand, and then tightly cover his lower abdomen with both hands to relieve the pain.
Yan Wuyou closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered the spiritual power space to check, and found that it was the rooted spiritual plant seed that activated the spiritual power to cause trouble! It is rejecting the intervention of the pet tree!
Yan Wuyou, who understood clearly, used his consciousness to comfort Lingzhi in the spiritual space and said: "Lingzhi, be good, please stop making trouble. If you don't want that sapling to come in,
I just won’t put it in. Don’t bother me anymore, be good. "
After being comforted, Lingzhi stopped making noises, calmed down his spiritual energy, and regained his composure.
Yan Wuyou opened his beautiful eyes, raised his hand to remove the magic circle, and once again picked up the fallen pet tree.
Yan Wuyou, who looked apologetic, said sheepishly: "Master, I'm so sorry. I wanted to keep you in the spiritual space of this princess.
But if the spiritual plants in the space don't let you go, you will have to rely on your own efforts. "
After finishing speaking, Yan Wuyou took the pet tree and walked out the door. When he opened the door, he saw Lin Zhu with an unnatural expression on his face. Yan Wuyou smiled slightly.
Showing the painting pet in his hand in front of Lin Zhu, he said calmly: "My princess has turned the master into a painting tree and wants it to cultivate in the yard for ten days.
Ah Zhu went to find two hoes, and together we gave Master... ahem, planted the painting pet tree in the soil. "
Lin Zhu, who understood, agreed with relief, and quickly went to find two hoes.
Yang Fan, who learned that the princess wanted to plant trees, picked up a hoe without saying a word and dug a pit at the location designated by the princess.
After the pit was dug, Yan Wuyou threw the pet tree directly into the pit with his own hands. However, Lin Zhu and Yang Fan were not seen covering the ground, but they were looking at the princess intently.
Yan Wuyou looked confused and said, "What do you think this princess is going to do? Cover up the earth."
Lin Zhu glanced at the painting tree lying flat in the pit, and said with a wry smile: "Princess, do you want to plant a tree or add fertilizer to the flower bed?"
Yan Wuyou looked suspicious and said that Lin Zhu had difficulty understanding: "Of course I planted a tree!"
When Yang Fan saw this, he understood that the princess did not know how to plant trees, and a fleeting doting smile flashed on his face. He took a step towards the pit without saying a word, and bent down to raise the small tree that was lying flat.
At this time, the Ninghanfenghua pet tree, which finally woke up, saw the unfamiliar smell of a big hand grabbing at it, and hurriedly turned over to avoid it.
With one hand empty, Yang Fan immediately stood up quickly and alertly, turned around and changed his position, protecting the princess behind him, threw away the hoe in his hand, pulled out the sword at his side, pointed at the sapling in the pit and said: "Princess Princess , there is something wrong with this sapling.”
Yan Wuyou gently poked Yang Fan's back and said calmly: "Teacher Yang, don't get excited, put your sword away, and don't attack the princess's spiritual tree."
After hearing this, Yang Fan turned his head slightly and looked at the princess, hesitating.
Yan Wuyou continued: "I am a saint with spiritual power. Isn't it normal that something made by this princess is unusually spiritual?"
After finishing speaking, he walked around Yang Fan and squatted next to the pit. At this time, only Yan Wuyou and Lin Zhu listened to Ming Han Feng Hua Chong Shu's words. Ming Han Feng Hua Chong Shu spoke: "Yi'er, I have mysophobia, don't Don’t want anyone to touch me!”
Hearing this, Yan Wuyou smiled and nodded, "Okay."
After hearing this, Lin Zhu cautiously said, "Can you ask the spirit tree to stand still? It's time to cover up the earth."
Minghan Fenghua Chongshu responded coldly: "No."
