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It has been more than half a month since Bai Hua came, and since Bai Hua left, Xiao Qiyan locked herself in the house, and no matter how happily Jiang Mojiu entertained herself outside the window, she didn't say a word.

That being the case, Jiang Mojiu didn't bother Xiao Qiyan, and obediently started Bigu again.

There are no more fireworks in the courtyard, as if no one lives there.

"Why are you going?" Looking at Xiao Qiyan's hasty footsteps, Jiang Mojiu, who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard without energy, suddenly lit up, and hurriedly dropped the broom and chased after him.

"I want you to take care of it." Xiao Qiyan looked cold and went out without staying.

Looking at Xiao Qiyan's back, Jiang Mojiu pursed his mouth in aggrieved manner, and counted his little Jiujiu in his heart with his fingers. Since Bai Hua has been here, Xiao Qiyan has already gone out, so it seems to be all right.

Since there is nothing to do, the game he wants to eat has not been caught yet, and the cypress branches and leaves are used up, why don't we go again?

Trapped in the house for the past few days, it was so boring that Jiang Mojiu was almost driven crazy.

Although he is not lively and active, but he is stuck in a square inch all day long and has nothing to do, which is extremely boring.

The imminent thought of going out screamed in Jiang Mojiu's heart, but Jiang Mojiu couldn't resist, so he simply followed Xiao Qiyan's example and strode out.

The last time he was too ostentatious, at this moment Jiang Mo held his breath, only regretting that he was not capable enough to cast an invisibility spell without being noticed by anyone, secretly went to pick up two branches, then turned and ran away.

But no matter how carefully Jiang Mojiu tiptoed, the dryad who was sleeping in the shade still woke up instinctively.

"who is it!"

Facing the sudden loud shout, Jiang Mojiu stepped on the ground in fright, and the dry branches and leaves under his feet made noises, which attracted the tree spirit to look over.

Jiang Mojiu yelled in her heart that it was not good, and wanted to change back to her original shape, turned around and ran away.

But he didn't give him this chance. The tree spirit had sharp eyes and quick hands, and the trunk came out casually, holding Jiang Mojiu's ankle tightly, letting Jiang Mojiu struggle without loosening, and still hanging Jiang Mojiu upside down on the tree.

The tree spirit walked up to Jiang Mojiu, and said angrily, "This time, let's see how you run!"

Jiang Mojiu responded with a smile: "Why did I run? I just came to see you."

"Nonsense!" The dryad waved his fist angrily, and said, "You want my branch to be used for bacon, don't think I will forgive you like this!"

It's really uncomfortable to be hung like this, Jiang Mojiu rubbed his nose, and continued: "It's okay, anyway, I will often come to you to ask for branches in the future, the sooner you accept it, the better."

"Why should I accept it!" The dryad almost ran away.

"Because you accept it or not, I have to do it." Jiang Mojiu smiled confidently and bent his eyes. From the perspective of the tree spirit, it was particularly annoying. Jiang Mojiu carefully stated the conditions: "I can bring you a lot of time." New fruit."

"Need you?" The tree spirit murmured in a low voice, and then turned into an irritable shout: "Where are there no fruit trees all over the mountain, why do you bring them for me?"

"Can it be the same?" Jiang Mo said plausibly, "I picked this one myself and sent it here!"

"So what?" The Dryad curled his lips: "It seems to be so important."

"The important thing is not the thing, but the mind! The mind!"

"It's at your fingertips, take care of me?" The tree spirit tried hard to express the anger at the moment: "It's too uninspired to be fooled! Are you going to fool others like this?"

"There are still many cypress trees on the mountain. Why don't I break off their branches? It's not the most important thing for you."

"Do you dare to try!" The cypress spirit really started to jump: "There are not many cypress trees on the mountain, and they are all my descendants. How dare you try to hurt them a little!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just talking casually, what are you in a hurry for?" Jiang Mojiu smiled and comforted her, the cypress tree spirit seemed to be vented, and it disappeared in an instant and murmured: "It's not too bad."

"When I come back to see you next time, I will definitely bring the cured meat I baked for you."

The dryad was going to explode again: "You give me something baked from my branch?"

"Heart, heart!!" Looking at the angry tree spirit, Jiang Mojiu hurriedly shouted, hoping to put out the fire: "My heart is the most important thing!"

"What kind of intentions! Wool grows from sheep, and branches grow from trees!"

"Meat! I produce meat!"

"Meat?" The dryad asked uncertainly, and Jiang Mojiu, who was almost frightened, nodded hurriedly.

"What do you want to eat, I will make it for you."

"Can you eat whatever you want?" The dryad continued to ask uncertainly.

"exactly."

"You have a lot of time, don't you need to clean up?"

Jiang Mojiu blinked and smiled innocently: "I'm not, I don't have the talent to continue to rise."

The tree spirit confirmed Jiang Mojiu's sincerity again and again, and barely believed it.

"I don't know anyone in this city. I have nothing to do except the stove all day long, so I just come to you occasionally to talk and laugh. At least I can grasp the first-hand gossip information of the monster clan. Make friends." Jiang Mojiu hurriedly said.

"I want to thank you for your face?"

"you are welcome."

"You really don't understand?"

"Oh, why do you say such things that affect your feelings?"

"Tsk tsk, you're really cheeky." The dryad was almost too angry.

"It's really tiring to talk like this hanging around, why don't you put me down first, and let's talk slowly?" Jiang Mojiu asked tentatively.

The tree spirit was not willing, and still listened to Jiang Mojiu's words, and let him go, but fell down.

Jiang Mojiu clapped his butt and yelled, but the tree spirit ignored him and went back under the tree to close his eyes and prepare to continue taking a nap.

Jiang Mojiu didn't care about him, and leaned forward cheekily to lie down next to him, and talked briefly about old things in the mountains and fields from his parents, and about pots and pans about his childhood growth.

"I've heard people say that if you cats want to repay your kindness, you can't tell your benefactor, otherwise there will be unfortunate things retribution to your benefactor."

After all, he regained his attention, and the dryad turned around and asked solemnly.

Jiang Mojiu pursed her lips and smiled: "Have you heard that too? I also heard from the demon, saying that you must not tell your benefactor, not only our cats, but also demons."

"What I'm talking about is just a little goblin who has been around for hundreds of years. It's not very reliable. Who are you talking about?" The tree spirit asked thoughtfully.

Jiang Mojiu smiled and half-closed his eyes, thinking back: "Well, it's just a big monster in 2000."

"The year 2000! It's amazing!" The Dryad couldn't help but marvel: "I don't know if I can survive the 1000-year thunder catastrophe."

"Thanks to you claiming that you are a thousand-year-old monster every day, it turns out that you haven't even experienced disaster."

The dryad blushed, and retorted: "This is the only catastrophe I've missed. Why can't I say that I'm a thousand-year-old demon?"

"How many monsters can't resist this disaster." Jiang Mojiu looked at the tree spirit with a smile, and what he said was merciless.

"Then the 2000-year-old monster you mentioned has survived the catastrophe?" the dryad blushed and asked back.

"Of course he is." Referring to the 2000-year-old monster, Jiang Mojiu narrowed his eyes with a smile: "He is not afraid of catastrophe."

"Where is such a monster really?" The tree spirit muttered.

"That's why you don't know."

"Cut." The dryad was very upset, and simply turned around, continued to turn his back on Jiang Mojiu, ignoring him.

Jiang Mojiu didn't want to be ignored, she persistently poked the tree spirit on the back, and asked, "What's your name? I don't want you to be just a tree spirit tree if you don't survive the millennium catastrophe and return to your original appearance." The smart one keeps calling you."

"I am the cypress spirit. Someone once called me Bai Yanyu."

Jiang Mojiu exclaimed, "It's a good name, why don't you like to tell others."

"What are you talking about," Bai Yanyu said listlessly, "For a demon, knowing your name is equivalent to knowing your dynamics. It's not a good thing, I wish I never had a name."

"All living beings are equal, only knowing the name is the intimacy."

"Oh, let's not talk anymore," Bai Yanyu waved his hand, and hid himself back in the tree in a dispirited mood.

Watching Bai Yanyu hide, Jiang Mojiu felt tired inexplicably, yawned repeatedly, couldn't open her eyes tiredly, and didn't even want to change back to her original shape, Jiang Mojiu curled up in the shade of a cypress tree and fell into a deep sleep.

Insects chirping in the forest, spring water gurgling, breeze blowing, woods and forests fragrant, warm sunshine, plus some insects chirping and birds chirping, Jiang Mojiu hadn't returned to this kind of environment for a long time, and he slept very soundly.

As if in a dream, I experienced all the past once.

After waking up from the dream, it seemed that he had fallen into the unreality of a nightmare.

Opening his eyes wearily, Jiang Mojiu saw Bai Yanyu looking at him thoughtfully.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Jiang Mojiu asked with a smile, looked at the sun again, and hurriedly said: "It's getting late, I should go back."

Bai Yanyu didn't bother to watch how he was picking her own branches, she couldn't express the discomfort and annoyance in her heart.

Jiang Mojiu held the branch, and smiled flatteringly at Bai Yanyu: "May I get some more?"

Bai Yanyu didn't bother to answer him, because she didn't want to admit it.

Biansheng Jiang Mojiu did not give up and kept asking, Bai Yanyu was unwilling to compromise and felt blushing, but he still gave Jiang Mojiu a branch to let him go back to bacon, what about his integrity?

"Hey, you've already broken so many branches of my tree, can you tell me who the bacon is for?"

Bai Yanyu lazily grabbed a leaf from her body, held it in her mouth and asked.

Looking at Jiang Mojiu's good-natured smile, Bai Yanyu vaguely thought that he could hear the answer that he had been curious about for a long time, and hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen, lest he miss a word.

"If you can't say it, you can't say it."

This is really annoying.The dryad was so frustrated that he didn't know what to say, turned his back to Jiang Mojiu, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"I'll bring cured meat to see you next time!" Jiang Mojiu waved happily at Bai Yanyu's back, which made Bai Yanyu mutter in her heart, get out of here.

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Jiang Mojiu clapped his hands, echoed what the cypress spirit said, and laughed loudly.Laughing and making noise,