The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1961 I'm Not Familiar With You

"I don't think I let you in."

Leng Wuyou frowned, raised his eyes to look at him, his dark pupils were full of displeasure.

Mozun lowered his eyes, ignored Leng Wuyou's words, turned over casually, and a dry, dark wooden branch appeared in his palm, and the wooden branch was still covered with burnt marks.

"I got this thing by accident. I can't tell what it is. I thought you are an alchemist so I brought it to you. It's useless to me anyway."

Mozun's attitude was very indifferent, and he didn't care about the things in his hands. He casually put the burnt wooden branch on the table, took the opportunity to sit on the seat next to him, and picked up the tea on the table. He poured himself a cup of tea and sipped it carefully.

Leng Wuyou glanced at him, her eyes were a bit complicated, but she didn't say anything, but her eyes changed slightly when they fell on the wooden branch.

"This is spring on a dead tree!"

On the scorched branches, there was faintly visible, a touch of green life, struggling stubbornly.

The so-called dead wood spring does not mean that an ordinary tree branch dies and then comes back to life. The dead wood spring that Leng Wuyou said is a kind of spiritual wood.

The name of this kind of spirit tree is Dead Wood Spring, and the function of Dead Wood Spring is not only able to wake up the sleeping spirit, but also can be used to make avatars.

Moreover, it is also the best material for making avatars. The avatars made with dead wood will not really die. As long as it is not completely wiped out, it will spontaneously restore itself to its original state.

And this dead wood spring can wake up the little green tree, as long as the dead wood spring and the little green tree are fused together, in fact, even if the little green tree doesn't use the spirit pill, it will wake up from its deep sleep.

Leng Wuyou lowered her eyes, the expression in her eyes was unpredictable, when she raised her eyes to look at Mo Zun, her eyes had returned to calm, but there was still a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Regarding the Demon Lord, she really didn't know what her mood was like, it was very complicated, and speaking of them, they were originally one person.

"This thing is really useful to me, I owe you a favor."

"unnecessary."

Mozun sipped his tea for a moment, then frowned the next moment, and put the teacup on the table with a thud, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silent room.

The blood-colored pupils looked at Leng Wuyou in an unruly manner for a moment, and the bloody light in his eyes seemed to be a little thicker.

"Do you have to be so polite to me?" He and I are obviously alone.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but just frowned and looked at Leng Wuyou, who also looked at him.

The two looked at each other, Leng Wuyou opened his lips, "Need, I'm not familiar with you."

The five words "I'm not familiar with you" were like five boulders, which slammed into Mozun's heart, causing ripples in his calm and turbulent heart, and a blunt feeling in his heart. The pain made his eye sockets slightly red.

The intensity of this feeling made him a little bit at a loss for a moment, but fortunately, as a Demon Lord, he still has the kung fu of nourishing Qi for so many years, and he hasn't shown anything.

He closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and looked at Leng Wuyou with burning eyes.

His scarlet pupils stared at the little girl's pitch-black phoenix pupils, and there was no response for a while.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He got up and flung his sleeves and left the room. The cold and stern breath when he left clearly showed that this person was angry.

But when he was angry, Leng Wuyou just glanced at him and then looked away, not paying too much attention to him. She looked at the dead tree in her hand, with joy in her eyes.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, a flame appeared in the palm of the palm, and the golden-red fire of Nirvana was burning blazingly.

The temperature she controlled slowly decreased, and she raised her hand and threw the dead wood into the fire of nirvana.

The dead wood was rolling in the fire of Nirvana, and her consciousness expanded to form a shield, protecting it from the fire of Nirvana, and the purified liquid fell onto the shield drop by drop.

(End of this chapter)