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Xiao Ying opened the door, and outside the door stood Qiao Cheng and Qiaoqiao father and daughter.

"Sir, were you busy just now? Why did it take so long to open the door? Did we disturb you?"

"No." Xiao Ying explained, "This is not just a pot of tea."

Qiaoqiao smiled and rolled her eyes, "Sir, what have you been up to lately? It's been a long time since you showed up in the territory. We often ask us about you."

Qiao Cheng on the side looked at Xiao Ying up and down, and seemed to be sure that she was in good condition without any abnormality, so she took a sigh of relief.

She laughed: "I encountered a little thing, I have been busy, and I didn't go out very much. But you, the shelter has been so chaotic recently, you are not staying at home, why did you suddenly run over?"

Qiaoqiao said with concern: "My father and I are worried about adults, so I thought about coming to see you. Fortunately, you seem to be fine..."

"You have a heart."

Xiao Ying picked up the pot of tea just brewed on the table and poured two cups.

"What kind of tea is this, it smells so good!"

"Really? I grow my own 'tea', you can try it."

Qiao Cheng and Qiao Qiao sniffed the aroma of the tea, but no one took a sip from the tea cup.

"Why don't you drink?"

Jojo smiled: "When my father and I came just now, we drank too much water, and now we are not thirsty."

"Really?" Xiao Ying said, "That's a pity."

Qiao Cheng and Qiao Qiao's father and daughter said that they were not thirsty and did not drink tea, but as the scent of tea around them became stronger and stronger, their eyes kept looking at the tea on the table.

Xiao Ying sat on the sofa not far away and watched them.

The mind was attracted by the tea on the table.

In the end, the two of them couldn't bear it anymore, they took the tea on the table and drank it.

"Qiao Qiao" looked painful, she reached out to Xiao Ying tremblingly: "Sir, I hurt so much, save me, sire..."

, became charred and dry, and finally shattered into black dust and dissipated in the air.

When everything returned to normal, the "two people" turned into nothingness, and there was only silence in the room.

The bell of the contactor rang suddenly, which was particularly abrupt in this silent space.

Xiao Ying connected to the contactor, and Qiao Qiaochun's well-behaved voice came from the opposite side: "Sir, we have already arrived in the protection area you arranged to live, and now we have just finished packing and planning to eat something. Things are resting, what are you doing, are you still busy?"

Xiao Ying glanced at the place where the fantasy created by the mother tree appeared, and said calmly: "I'm fine here, I just finished some trivial matters, you rest early, listen to Dad, don't run around at will ."

"I know, I will definitely not run around. Sir, you should rest more, don't be busy for too long, and pay attention to your body."

Xiao Ying talked to Qiao Qiao for a while, then asked her to give the contactor to Qiao Cheng, explained to Qiao Cheng a few words, and then disconnected.

Not long after she disconnected from contact, a figure gradually condensed in the air. The person's facial features were blurred, and the figure and voice were very familiar - it was Wen Hai who was "dead" ink.

"Your lord is really ruthless." Wen Haimo sighed, but there was no fear on his face.

"I don't know where the adults know how to deal with me. It can really kill my avatar, but it will never kill the real me."

"I have become one with the great mother tree, and unless you kill the mother tree, I will be as immortal as the mother tree, even if all human beings in this world die, and all species are extinct , I will not die."

Much weaker.

Wen Haimo smiled reluctantly: "Sir, you are doing such a useless thing again, I have told you that it doesn't matter if you kill me once, as long as the mother tree is still there, I will Can be resurrected countless times!"

"Unless you have a way to find the mother tree and destroy it. But that's impossible."

"You humans, you can never find the location of the mother tree, and even if you find it, you can't kill it."

"Humanity is too filthy, and the mother tree has made up its mind to remove humans from this world. Only when humans do not exist can this world be reborn and continue to exist."

"Sir, the smell on your body is really clean." Wen Haimo sniffed the air as he said, with an intoxicated look on his face, "I've never seen one as clean as you. Humanity."

"The mother tree said you were dangerous and told me not to approach you, but... I couldn't help it." Wen Haimo's blurred figure slowly approached Xiao Ying, and he attached to Xiao Ying's ear Whispered, "Sir, if you have had someone you liked, you should be able to understand how I feel now."

"I know the danger, but I can't help but approach."

Xiao Ying clenched his whip tightly and smashed Wen Haimo's phantom with a backhand whip.

She pinched a fragment of the phantom in her hand and completely crushed it, her thin lips moved slightly, and her tone was cold and indifferent: "I don't know whether to live or die."

Wen Haimo's laughter echoed in the room: "You are right, I really don't know what is alive and what is death now."

"I am already with the mother tree, and neither life nor death means anything to me."

Xiao Ying laughed, "Really?"

"Do you really think that there are immortal creatures in this wasteland world?"

There may be such an existence in the heavens and the world, such as Xiao Ying, the power that can kill her almost does not exist.

In this wasteland world, because of the problem of breaking the light with the main brain, there have been some incalculable changes, and creatures like the mother tree will be born.

If Xiao Ying wants to make a real move, he will directly destroy this world, and the mother tree will naturally cease to exist. But in this way, she violated her original intention of coming here. There's no way to find anything like the Mastermind needs.

"Isn't it?" Wen Haimo seemed to have great faith in the mother tree, and in his heart there was no more powerful and eternal existence than the mother tree.

Xiao Ying didn't argue with him, just called out a name.

"Amer."

As her voice fell, a black-faced child with a chess basket appeared beside Xiao Ying out of thin air.

"Master."

After Amer appeared, he called Xiao Ying, and there was a little doubt on his always indifferent and emotionless face.

"I smell destruction."

Amer's eyes looked at the void, his eyes seemed to penetrate the phantom of Wen Haimo and looked at some existence hidden in the void.

Wasteland Rift.

A towering giant tree stands in the center of this secret realm, supporting this space. Its tree branches penetrate the space and spread to the outside world, constantly absorbing "energy nutrients" from the outside world to supply itself.

Wen Haimo, who was sitting at the root of the giant tree, suddenly woke up and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blue-purple blood spilled on the mud, and was instantly absorbed by the roots of the giant tree under the mud.

"My child...I told you earlier, don't go near her, you just won't listen."

"If this goes on like this, sooner or later, even I can't save you."

Wen Haimo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, just as he was about to say something, he felt the giant tree behind him tremble, "What kind of power is this?"

"What did you bring back?"

The mother tree's original loving voice was full of panic at this time, and Wen Haimo was also stunned by this sudden change.

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly bring in something from outside?"

"Aren't you and me the only one allowed in here?"

Wen Haimo stood up while supporting the trunk of the giant tree. He wanted to use his own strength to investigate the condition of the mother tree, but was repelled and blocked by the mother tree, and his body flew out several meters and fell to the ground.

A pair of black shoes with no pattern decoration appeared in his sight, and up there were slender ankles and two slender legs.

Xiao Ying leaned over slightly and smiled at Wen Haimo, who described the embarrassment on the ground: "Hello, Mr. Wen."

"Thank you for bringing me here."