Mo Ting took Feng Yang to several locations, but they couldn’t find a suitable location to plant sycamore trees. Feng Yang didn’t want to mess up the plant arrangement in the garden, and Mo Ting wouldn’t let him plant them too far away from his house.
Although they could travel almost anywhere with a single teleport, having sycamore trees visible from the windows would be preferable. The two ultimately decided to plant the tree in the small garden outside the bedroom first.
Mo Ting asked Feng Yang to relocate the agreed-upon large area of sycamore forest from Panyun Mountain. Not to mention removing all the sycamore trees, even if Feng Yang requested the entire tropical forest, there would be no objections for the Mo Family’s one and only daughter-in-law.
Feng Yang remained silent on this bandit-like idea. He asked Yan Liu for a shovel and began digging his own tree pit. He could have obviously allowed Mo Ting to cast spells, but he didn’t.
As a result, after a while of digging, he began to sweat.
Mo Ting would never allow Feng Yang to suffer. So he simply took over and dug it himself.
“Yan Liu, you go to the back mountain to get two buckets of spring water.”After Mo Ting finished speaking, he gently wiped Feng Yang’s face and wiped the beads of sweat from Feng Yang’s forehead, “Baby, just water it in a while.”
“Does the sky seem to be getting hot?” Feng Yang stood next to him, fanning the wind with his sleeve.
“Hot?” Mo Ting was taken aback “I don’t believe so. Unless I do something, this is the temperature all year.” And he preferred cooler weather, so it wasn’t too hot here.
“Really?” Feng Yang examined it carefully. It was extremely hot. Despite the fact that this was related to his digging a pit, he should never be exhausted from sweating from digging this much soil.
“Would you like some water?” Mo Ting inquired.
“Yes!” exclaimed Feng Yang.
Mo Ting remained motionless. A pure and transparent water dragon quickly formed in the mountain spring as he reached his hand toward the direction of the mountain. The water dragon was about one meter three in length and had a fat body; at first glance, it looked like a faded Xiao Wu.
The water dragon dashed in their direction. Mo Ting gestured for Feng Yang to open his mouth. Feng Yang opened his mouth and tasted something warm and sweet.
Feng Yang frowned.
Mo Ting asked, “What’s the problem? Isn’t it delicious?”
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“Did you give me another three-leaf golden scale?” Feng Yang couldn’t help but ask.
“My three-leaf golden scales have already been eaten for you,” Mo Ting said, “how can I still get the three-leaf golden scales?” He took Feng Yang’s wrist in his hands and went to check his pulse.
“Otherwise, don’t plant this tree today,” he said, “let’s go back to Panlong Mountain and let Father and Mother look.”
Feng Yang had some signs, but strangely Mo Ting didn’t feel the new spiritual energy. It was impossible not to feel it if Feng Yang truly conceived, even if the child’s qualifications were somewhat weak.
Was it because the dragon and phoenix were so dissimilar? If he had remembered correctly, he should have been the first dragon to marry a phoenix.
Feng Yang was a little unsure. Yan Liu flew in close with two buckets of water just at this moment.
“Let’s start with the planting. The pit has been dug, and it won’t take long to fill it.”
Mo Ting didn’t object because he was concerned about Feng Yang’s situation. He quickly untied the qiankun bag and extracted the sycamore tree from inside.
The sycamore tree remained in its reduced state. Mo Ting placed it in the pit and held it there, and the surrounding soil filled it up as if it were alive. Feng Yang poured water around the tree shortly after the soil was filled.
The tree desperately absorbed water and quickly returned to the same height as when it was in Bai Chen’s house, about two meters five. Feng Yang stroked the main tree. “With no roof over it, it can finally grow freely.”
“How do I feel that cicada just fell out of favor with you, and it came to compete with me again?” Mo Ting asked.
Feng Yang raised his brows and smiled wickedly. “Have I ever liked you?”
Mo Ting embraced the person and hugged him tightly. “Can we be honest and make your husband happy?”
Feng Yang wrapped his fingers around Mo Ting’s neck. “All right.”
Despite the fact that Yan Liu was still present, he kissed Mo Ting on the lips. He noticed a cool breath on Mo Ting’s body, and it was comfortable!
To avoid disturbing the two masters, Yan Liu quickly covered his eyes and flew three miles away.
Ye Xinlan in the tree was so enraged that she almost ran out despite everything. She would have come out and broken the two who were holding each other tightly if it weren’t for Feng Yuyan’s impediment.
Calm down! Do you want to throw away everything you’ve worked on?!
Feng Yuyan couldn’t help but silently roar. He was only able to follow Ye Xinlan out of the qiankun bag and conceal their aura after consuming eighty percent of his spiritual power on Ye Xinlan’s magic weapon.
He was betting the rest of his life on it, so he couldn’t make a mistake.
This bitch!
Ye Xinlan’s eyes were about to bleed as she looked at the two people who were holding each other tighter and tighter.
“Right now?” Mo Ting smiled as he held Feng Yang and inquired.
“I’m not as thick-skinned as you. We’re going to the house, of course.” “Old pervert,” the red-eared Feng Yang said, clutching Mo Ting’s waist.
Mo Ting laughed and hugged Feng Yang into the bedroom, unbothered by what he said. Nobody noticed when the golden swallowtail butterflies that had been following him and Feng Yang inextricably stopped following.
The two people hiding in the sycamore tree saw this opportunity and quickly left the tree when intermittent ambiguous cries came from the bedroom.
The noise in the sleeping hall lasted nearly an hour before it died away. Feng Yang was so tired that he immediately fell asleep. Mo Ting noticed that Feng Yang was sweating in his sleep and opened the window to let in some fresh air.
Mo Ting tried once more to feel the spiritual energy flow in Feng Yang’s body, but there was still nothing to be gained. So he was no longer entangled and tucked in the quilt for Feng Yang before walking out to see the sycamore tree they had just planted.
Sitting next to Feng Yang now may cause his desire to become uncontrollable.
The sycamore tree remained the same as when he returned Feng Yang to the house. However, the two golden swallowtail butterflies landed on the ground by accident, and one of their wings was even broken by the rain, causing Mo Ting to frown.
Despite the fact that both swallowtail butterflies were covered in rain at the time, he did not believe they had been hit by the rain.
Golden swallowtail butterflies had one of the purest souls in the world, and they could only be hurt or killed if they felt great malice.
But who was being malicious here?
They clearly had the opportunity to follow him and Feng Yang into the house, but they chose not to do so. Later, he poured rain to bring the temperature down. Dark clouds gathered before the rain, which was considered to alert all the creatures in this garden, but they also failed to hide themselves.
So, what did all of this mean? This meant they could have been targeted maliciously prior to the rain.
Mo Ting used a spell to reenact what had happened around the sycamore tree and found no suspicious figures.
His attention was drawn to the sycamore tree.
This sycamore tree was taken from his qiankun bag, which also held Feng Yuyan.
Mo Ting used his mind to see if Feng Yuyan was still alive, and the result was unexpected. Feng Yuyan gave up his physical body and left his qiankun bag without even realizing it.
“Yan Liu,” he said.
“The subordinate has arrived.”
“Go to Fengtai Mountain and call Xuyang Xianjun.”
“Yes, Xianjun.” Yan Liu disappeared in a flash, coming and going as quickly as a flash of light and shadow.
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