Su Ling was collecting sacred flowers over there, but here, all of Su Jue's attention was attracted by the slender wicker in her hand.
"It hurts, it hurts. Stop pulling it. It's about to break. It's really going to break." The wicker howled wildly.
Su Jue frowned slightly, he could be regarded as an absolute monster in strength, no less powerful than his biological father Xuanyuan Yu, and much stronger than his twin brother Su Ling.
But despite this, he used all his strength to pull the end of the willow stick, but he couldn't break it.
"So tough? It's really crazy."
Su Jue's black eyes were like paint, shining brighter than the clear night sky. He looked intently at the wailing wicker in his hand and said, "I don't believe in this evil yet. I will break you off."
"Don't, don't, don't! Little ancestor, I beg you, can you please? You are too strong. Stop pulling me. It hurts. It hurts so much that my waist is broken!"
Willow kept begging, her triangular eyes were dripping with tears, like a poor homeless and abandoned puppy.
With such a cold and hard mind, Su Jue definitely would not fall for this. The strength in his hands became more and more intense. He gritted his teeth and the veins on his arms popped out. He took a deep breath and pulled hard.
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"No! It hurts me so much! Oh, oh, oh, little ancestor, it's broken, it's broken, my waist is really broken!"
Willow's screams echoed through the sky, and all the living creatures around him covered their ears to prevent themselves from being poisoned.
Su Jue, who was closest to the wicker, had a buzzing in his ears, and was about to be deafened by the noisy wicker. Naturally, he was very irritated.
"You're talking nonsense, so I'll cook you and make soup for you!"
Su Ling became angry, his face was livid, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he roared angrily at the wicker.
Willow was stunned immediately.
He closed his mouth and showed fear in his triangular eyes.
Make soup and drink it?
It's so terrible, so terrible. Even if I die, I can't die in such an ugly way.
Liu Tiao squinted his eyes slightly and saw not far away, a ferocious child who looked exactly like the little ancestor in front of him. He was lowering his head, stuffing five or six sacred flowers into his mouth, chewing wildly "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay"
more than.
So terrible! So cruel!
He heard the helpless cries of the sisters who played and chatted with him on weekdays, but they could only watch helplessly become food for the cruel children.
The ferocious child ate so happily that the corners of his lips were filled with crumbs of flowers. While eating, he burped unsatisfiedly.
The willow rat's body shook, and the slender willow leaves on its body trembled. It murmured: "No, don't, don't eat me... I don't want to be eaten by you like that..."
Su Jue's black eyes were slightly narrowed, with a cold look on the world hidden in the corners of his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice: "If you don't want to end up like that, just answer my questions obediently."
"Sir, tell me! Ask quickly! I must know everything and tell you everything!" Liu Tiao was frightened and immediately acted like a dog-legger.
It's really not easy to survive these days.
"Who are you?" Sujue's voice was extremely cold, with an irresistible majesty in it.
"I...I am Willow Branch."
In order to show his identity, the willow tree swayed in front of Su Jue and said, "Look, these slender leaves and soft body are definitely pure willow branches."