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The dead wood woman pointed at Du Changheng, who was lying on the ground, and her voice was gloomy: "You want to help him?"

Qin Ruan's attitude was straightforward and shook his head: "No help."

She was not going to interfere in the affairs between the other party and Du Changheng.

The dead wood woman heard the words, and the dangerous dim light in her blood-red eyes subsided.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Qin Ruan's red lips opened lightly: "Lingfeng, your cultivation is not easy, are you sure you want to put hundreds of years of cultivation on such a man?"

Her words pierced the heart of the dead wood woman, Lingfeng.

There is a maple ghost in the south, and the maple old man turns into a human form, also called Lingfeng.

Lingfeng is one of the most infatuated spirits in the world.

It is rumored that Lingfeng is a maple tree that has been born in heaven and earth for many years, and one day it will transform into a human form. She can't find the person who planted her, and the tree can't move. She has to stay under the tree every day, hoping that one day, He can come back.

Such an infatuated puppet, the ancient scholar, talented and beautiful woman, wrote many touching ancient poems for her.

Of course, the dead wood woman in front of her is not Lingfeng, who made people feel pity in the ancient times.

It is a spirit that has been transformed for hundreds of years and is much higher than the ordinary evil spirits.

What is rare is that in the future, she has no time to take the initiative to harm others, and her hands are deliberately stained with blood.

"It's actually Lingfeng!" Qiao Jiu exclaimed.

She and her master could see that the woman was actually a tree, but she didn't expect that it would be the most infatuated Lingfeng in the world.

Lingfeng's blood-red eyes trembled slightly, and the red light in his eyes subsided, gradually becoming black and white.

She stared at Xiaomei who was kneeling at her feet, and sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

Looking not far away, Du Changheng, who was kicked down by Qin Ruan, collapsed on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Lingfeng raised her hand and stroked her hair, which changed from dead wood to black waterfall as her eyes changed.

With a clean smile on her face, she stared at Qin Ruan and asked, "Are you interested in listening to me tell a story?"

"Long story short?"

In two more hours, Qishan, covered by dense trees, will be bright, and she doesn't want to waste time here.

Lingfeng: "There's a lot of love in it. It's a long story, or a long story short."

Qin Ruan nodded gently: "It's an honor."

Lingfeng performed ancient noble etiquette to her: "Thank you for your mercy."

Qin Ruan stopped talking and waited.

Lingfeng spoke slowly.

Hundreds of years ago, when Lingfeng Lingzhi first opened, she knew that she was a maple tree that had existed for a hundred years.

It grows in dense jungles and relies on the essence of heaven and earth to survive.

In the vast and dense forest, it is the only one that can open up her intelligence. Day by day, she begins to feel lonely, and even fantasizes about the outside world.

Until one day, a Qing Jun scholar passed by.

When the other party saw her, he liked her very much, and liked the maple leaves dyed in red, and even wrote a beautiful poem for her on the spot.

Unfortunately, they only spent half a day together.

The scholar left, and Lingfeng missed each other.

He was the first person she saw.

He was the only one who spoke to her, wrote poems for her, and even reached out and stroked its trunk and praised its stems and leaves.

In the day-to-day thoughts, Lingfeng transformed into a human one day.

She can finally find a scholar.

The scholar went to Beijing for the scientific examination, and he won the second place in the list.

Lingfeng didn't understand these common people in the world. She liked the scholar, so she went to him and wanted to be with him.

Lingfeng holds a heart of love for the scholar, and the scholar is interested in her.

The mountain is precious and precious. After absorbing the essence of heaven and earth for hundreds of years, after transforming into a human, whether it is a graceful figure or facial features, they are all flawless.

No man can refuse Lingfeng's simple and unreserved love.

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