Who knows, my mortal enemy is actually a baby who defies nature

I was saved by Fengqi and Xingxiu, but I only now realize that Si Huangtian's cruelty was far beyond my imagination!

Fengqi and Xingxiu said they lost me. Even if Si Huangtian believed it, would he tolerate them just because they are children?

no, I can not!

Just like he could destroy a tribe so easily for a Heart of the Earth!

In Si Huangtian's eyes, living beings are nothing at all!

Si Huangtian, this man has no heart!

How could I let Feng Qi and Xing Xiu face such a devil and put them in danger?

They saved me with their childlike innocence and selflessness.

How can I be so selfish and heartless as to live in mere misery?

Now I know that Feng Beiqi is willing to sacrifice everything to avenge the genocide, so how can I ruin his hard-earned plan?

What else could I be but a bad teammate?!

What a scam, this is it!

I knew that if I went back I would be committing suicide.

I know that when I go back I will still have to face Feng Yaoyao's death warrant.

I know that when I go back I will have to face countless people who want to kill me because they want revenge on Si Huangtian.

But I only know that if I don’t go back, I will regret it for the rest of my life!

I also started crying loudly.

It was a cry because I was afraid of death, a cry because I didn’t want to drag my teammates down with me, and a cry because my conscience was whipping me.

The earth is crying for help and all living things are wailing.

My personal life and death means nothing!

I have to go back!

I will face my bad fate head-on and try my best to let her know everything!

Let her bury the Demon Lord Si Huangtian!

I woke up crying, my face full of tears, my heart full of regret, and my conscience still hurting badly.

I wiped my tears, but the surroundings were still dark and silent.

It was once such a beautiful holy land, such a paradise.

Just like that, it disappeared overnight, and was shrouded in darkness forever.

What can we do for the weeping earth?

"The crib can help." Suddenly, Wanjuan came out again and stood on his book.

He is my think tank. He has read all the books in his library.

The little bed immediately came to life and jumped up and down on the spot.

He wanted to help, too, and did what he could to answer the earth's cry for help before leaving.

Wanjuan opened another book: "The little bed is a tree spirit. Because of you, his spirituality is getting stronger and stronger, which actually makes him a spiritual immortal..."

I was surprised and delighted, no wonder the crib is getting better and better!

“He should have the power of vitality. He can give vitality to the old tree roots and revive them…”

The little bed was so happy that it flew up, and a green light emanated from its whole body.

Wan Juan continued flipping through the book while speaking seriously: "According to the memory of this land, it is certain that there is also a century-old spiritual tree growing here. The spiritual tree has the power to absorb spiritual energy. The spiritual energy is transmitted to the land through the roots of the tree and condensed into the heart of the earth. The heart of the earth then supplies the spiritual energy to the earth, making the entire land full of vitality..."

My little bed and I listened carefully. Wanjuan is really awesome! It’s such a pity to be Si Yumin’s corner library in Piaomiao Realm!

“So the earth and the spiritual tree complement each other and thrive in harmony with each other. Although the spiritual tree will die after being severely damaged, it should still be full of vitality because its roots are protected by the earth. It has just lost its vitality and entered dormancy. So, little bed, it depends on you!” Wan Juan also bent down and touched the small bed under his feet with anticipation.

The crib felt Wanjuan's encouragement and began to tense up all over. His spiritual light was very bright, but he still seemed to not know how to release his vitality.

I was also very anxious and looked at thousands of volumes.

Wanjuan also felt it, and took out another book and flipped through it, scratching his head: "The little bed has just become a spirit fairy, so it's normal that he can't use his own power. By the way, Master, have you given the little bed a name?"

I was stunned and shook my head.

Wan Juan closed the book and said seriously like an old gentleman: "You should give the little bed a name so that he can have something to rely on. In this way, even if he cannot use his own power, you can use his body to release his unknown power."

I blinked my eyes and lowered my head to touch the little bed that had protected me and loved me with all its heart.

I sensed a sense of loss in him, as if he had lost some sense of security because I had not given him a name.

Little bed, I didn’t give you a name because I respect you.

Each of us is not anyone's appendage, and neither are you.

The small bed immediately stood up straight, and the bed became slightly hot.

Little Bed, now that you have become a spiritual fairy, you must become a qualified and powerful fairy, not my servant.

So, I never regarded you as a servant, but as my best friend!

Suddenly, I felt the bed board under my butt beating rhythmically.

"Plop! Plop!"

"The little bed is thoughtful!" Wan Juan also felt it and looked at me in surprise and joy, "How did the master do it?"

I smiled with relief, perhaps because the crib had woken up on its own.

His perception of himself has undergone a qualitative change.

It turns out that he thinks of himself as an object, an appendage, my servant.

And now, he understood that he was himself, he was an independent individual!

I put my hands on the bouncing boards of the crib:

Crib! Name it yourself!

Use your power to help those you want to help!

It’s like, you heard the earth’s cry for help!

You are the protagonist of your life! Not me.

Yes, it was the crib that heard the earth's cry for help, not me.

It was he who connected the earth to us, because he was also a spiritual tree.

Just as Wanjuan said, the spiritual tree and the earth are interdependent, and the resonance between them is engraved in each other's souls.

Suddenly, a light green light exploded from the entire bed, and flower vines jumped out from the bed one after another, just like the world I saw in the bed. They quickly drilled into the surrounding soil and entangled with the dead roots one after another.

Specks of green light were transmitted through the tree roots like green blood. The tree roots exposed to the ground began to emit bright green light, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness!

More spiritual light was continuously absorbed from the ground, gathered in front of us, and slowly rotated in front of us. This scene was very familiar, like the scene of the spiritual emperor Si Huangtian practicing that I had seen.

The dots of spiritual light gradually condensed into a tiny heart the size of my fist and began to beat.

At that moment, a name emerged in the air: Osmanthus fragrans.

However, I only recognized the character "木".

"It's osmanthus wood." Wanjuan read out the name to me.

I clapped my hands happily. The little bed found its name!

The words disappeared into the air, and spiritual light spread all around. The surrounding tree roots seemed to come alive and began to connect with this tiny heart.

The ground suddenly shook, and the small bed suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"The little bed is tired, I'll take everyone out." Wanjuan waved his hands, and immediately, volumes of books flew out from the library, flew under the little bed, lifted up the little bed and me, and flew quickly to the ground!