"You've spent your whole life, but in the end you won't get anything!" The tree pushed her a few times and shook her body.

"Do you feel like a joke?"

"What's the matter with you? Why can't you look at me? You look at me! "

"The ten thousand year old mackerel you want, here, look at me." The arbor reached out and took out a bright jade pearl, which was held in the palm of his hand, and looked at the twisted and painful muqingya coldly.

"See clearly?" The tree grabbed her long hair in one hand and put the ten thousand year old mackerel bead in front of muqingya.

"This is the ten thousand year old mackerel."

"Or? Here you are, take it, take it! " The tree pushes the ten thousand year old mackerel bead to Mu Qingya's face.

Bathe the pure and elegant eye base, beating the crazy light.

Suddenly, he angrily drank and rushed over like a tiger, reaching out and holding the tree's hands.

The tree laughed, but his eyes were full of coldness. He looked at her without expression.

"Is it really useful to you?"

"What kind of elixir do you think is the thousand year old mackerel pearl? After you swallow it, you will be able to enter the path of cultivation?"

"Fool."

"Let me tell you the truth."

"Your body is a kind of waste material that is hard to meet in thousands of years."

"No, you nonsense, you nonsense, you nonsense!!" Mu Qingya holds the tree's hands tightly, as if she could seize the ten thousand years' pouring inside and change her own destiny.

"Why am I talking nonsense. I can see at a glance that you are such a waste body. Do you want to condense xuanmai? That's impossible. Others may also have a glimmer of hope, through conditioning and taking drugs, they may be able to step on the path of cultivation in their lifetime. "

"And you! No way. "

"Your body is a thousand years old waste."

"Trees!" Muqingya screams to reach out to stop her mouth.

She didn't want to hear her talk any more.

The words of this little facial paralysis made her too painful to listen to.

Every sentence, as if it was stuck in her heart, made her unbearable pain.

The tree suddenly raised its small hand and hit the ten thousand year old shark pearl heavily on Mu Qingya's body. "Is the ten thousand year old shark pearl useful to you? Do you think it works for you? "

"You idiot." Arbor kicks muqingya into the corner.

Mu Qingya's eyes are fixed on the ten thousand year old shark beads rolling down on the ground. She climbs all the way and wants to hold it with trembling hands.

However, at that moment, the ten thousand year old chimaera rose abruptly, jumped off and flew to the tree, as if angry, and hit her small head heavily.

The tree reached out to resist, was hit twice by it, and the mood gradually calmed down.

Reaching for the pearl that kept jumping off and smashing its small head, the tree swallowed it silently.

On the other side of the car, Mu Qingya looks at this scene with a trance of interest, and sits on the ground, unable to make a sound for a long time.

She is now surrounded by great sorrow.

The whole brain is full of noisy voices.

Yes, yes, even if the ten thousand year old mackerel beads hit you and roll to your eyes, they will fly away again.

Because it doesn't want to choose a scrap like you.

It doesn't look at you at all.

Muqingya sits on the ground like this, cries and laughs and howls. Her mood is out of control.