I don’t know when this tree demon was created and what kind of story happened before.

Maybe it's silent protection, maybe it's other...

Perhaps there are many conspiracies that are more mixed.

He is not a god, he doesn't know how complicated these stories are, and he won't ask them.

Maybe in the future, Meng Po would tell him after a meal and say, "I have a story, do you have wine?" The scar should have been almost calmed down at that time, but not now.

And now, this is enough.

Xia Ji climbed up the steps, walked out of the prison residence in the middle of the lake, walked out of the Hanyu Cave, sat at the entrance of the rockery, and looked at the drizzling spring rain in the darkness, and many white flowers bloomed on the Xizi Lake in the distance, scattered on this earth.

"Listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty..."

The sky is gloomy and will soon turn into ashes. The next day may be cloudy. People on the streets are still living a normal life. No one can know what happened last night.

Even if you know, it doesn't matter.
Chapter completed!