At this moment, Feng Zhan's voice rang in Leng ruoxue's heart,""Little girl, I can't do anything about these old trees. They are the closest descendants of the mother parasol tree and they only listen to the mother parasol tree. Even our King can't do anything to them, so you can only find a way to get close to them yourself! Work hard! These trees were very important! Especially the mother parasol tree!"
"Isn't the mother parasol tree already ..." Leng ruoxue asked carefully. In front of the old parasol trees, she was too embarrassed to directly say that their mother tree had already withered.
