Chapter 2405 You are called the Rogue Tree

The formation shattered and Tianyu Peak became turbulent.

All Lingxiao sect disciples were trembling all over, their hands and feet were as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Everyone's face was ashen and their hearts were filled with despair. They were doomed...

In the depths of Tianyu Peak, the sycamore tree felt the formation shattering, the house in front of him flashed with light, and the barrier disappeared.

It means that he can enter Lu Shaoqing's room.

If Lu Shaoqing can leave behind, he can leave.

The little sycamore tree turned back and felt the terrifying aura coming from the distance.

He couldn't bear it, "Uncle, are we leaving like this?"

For the little sycamore tree, he was born, grew up, and transformed here, and this is his home.

Now that his home is in danger, he can't do anything, so he leaves like this, very unwilling to do so.

Wutongshu knew what Xiao Wutongshu was thinking, and he also said with melancholy and helplessness, "We don't have the ability to help them."

If possible, Wutongshu wouldn’t want to leave here.

But if he doesn't leave, the two of them will die.

Their fighting ability is not good. If they stay here, once they are discovered by the existence of the Mahayana period, they will become someone else's meal.

Not everyone is like Lu Shaoqing. They are just allowed to improve the environment here. If it falls into the hands of others, the bark of the tree will be peeled off and every leaf will be squeezed to the extreme.

The little sycamore tree also knew this truth, but he just felt uncomfortable.

"It would be nice if the boss was here."

"Boss?" Wutongshu looked sideways.

"Yes, boss," Xiao Wutongshu blinked with innocence that has not yet been contaminated by the world, "Sister Xiao Yi said it. She told me that I can call me dad or boss."

"The boss is a human being and I am a tree, so I think it is appropriate to call me boss."

Seeing the clear stupidity in the little sycamore tree's eyes, the old tree wanted to scold her, when did that girl teach her?

He recognized the boss even before he transformed.

He shook his head and said, "Don't think about him, everyone else is dead..."

As he spoke, he opened the door.

He suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his head, and then their eyes met.

The dark eyes are deep and bright, with a magical power, like a bottomless black hole, as if it can swallow a person's soul inside.

At the same time, Wutongshu can also see the slightest surprise, a touch of unruly, and carelessness in his black and white eyes.

Wutongshu stood there unable to move as if his acupoints had been stabbed, without even turning his eyes.

Little Wutongshu looked at the room in surprise, with deep doubts in his eyes, "Boss, boss?"

"Little, brother Xiaohong, sister Dabai, brother Xiaobai?"

The sound of the small sycamore tree brought everyone back to their senses.

The sycamore tree turned its neck and its eyes followed suit.

Looking past the person in front of him, his gaze turned around on Xiaohong, Dabai, Xiaobai, and Tu Miaoyi in the room, and then returned to the person in front of him again.

Familiar look, familiar smile, although the face seems a bit swollen, but it really is Lu Shaoqing's appearance.

Is it a ghost or a human?

Isn't he dead? evil Dead? Resurrection? Seize the body?

Wutongshu opened his mouth slightly, but before he could ask the question, Lu Shaoqing spoke.

"Old Shu, what do you want to do?"

"Why do you want to sneak into my room?"

"A gangster, a stinking gangster, barging into a handsome guy's room in broad daylight. What do you want?"

"I think you don't want to call it the sycamore tree, you have to call it the rogue tree."

I go!

Familiar tone, irritating words, no need to doubt, the guy in front of me is that bastard.

Lu Hansan is back.

"You're not dead?" Wutongshu found it hard to believe.

After more than three hundred years, the bones have turned to ashes, right?

Why can we die and be resurrected?

He also read Lu Shaoqing's life slip and determined that there was no difference between him and his death.

"You just died." Lu Shaoqing curled his lips. He knew that many people would ask this question next.

He couldn't explain it either.

How to explain the abnormal painting style?

Lu Shaoqing did not explain, but asked viciously, "Why do you want to enter my room?"

Wutongshu's face was depressed, and he couldn't say the words "I want to run away from here".

The little sycamore tree said directly, "Uncle wants to come here with me to see if there is a way out for us to leave."

"leave?"

Lu Shaoqing's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

There was a flash of murderous intent, but soon he restrained himself, smiled slightly, and said to the sycamore tree, "Want to run?"

"No way, I haven't even set up my bed yet, how can I let you run away?"

bed?

Wutongshu's face darkened and he said angrily, "Why don't you die outside?"

The little sycamore tree said happily, "Boss, you are back, we are not leaving."

"What are you going to do? Where can you run to?"

"The world has changed..."

Shao Cheng looked at Ao Hu who had descended on Tianyu Peak and the dark enemy behind him. He looked calm and held An Qianyan's hand beside him, "How about..."

An Qianyan shook her head, and she smiled gently and quietly, "I won't leave."

"If the juniors don't leave, how can I be decent if I leave?"

Shao Cheng asked Yin Qi and other young disciples to follow the Wutong tree and leave, but no one agreed.

If Shao Cheng doesn't leave, there's no point in her leaving.

Shao Cheng smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter, we will always be together."

"Yes!" An Qianyan held Shao Cheng's hand tightly.

Xiang Yuchen stood at the front with his sword in hand. As the leader, he did not back down and stood in front with many disciples.

Yin Qi held the big sword and stared at Ao Hu fiercely.

Ao Hu was condescending. At this moment, he had his hands behind his back and looked down at everyone indifferently.

Like a god, looking down upon ants with contempt.

"Kneel down to avoid death!" Ao Hu spoke, his voice was very soft, but it echoed across the heaven and earth, like thunder.

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect turned pale, and a powerful aura swept through them, making them feel strong pressure.

"Dream!" Xiang Yuchen clenched his teeth and shouted loudly, "There are only disciples of the Lingxiao sect who died in battle, but no disciples of the Lingxiao sect who knelt down..."