It was a night, as cool as water, and the hazy moonlight cast a patch of fireflies. The Bodhi tree that had been planted before was already full of branches and leaves. Xiao Nanfeng reached out his hand and caressed the trunk. The branches and leaves were noisy, and there was a tremor from the depths. He sighed leisurely.
"You're still here..."
A fiery red dress came over, and the man turned around and saw the same silver mask. With a wave of his sleeves, the lead was burned away.
"Of course I will come."
Xiao Nanfeng looked at him steadily.
There was a joking expression under the man's mask: "Don't you think it's time for me to get my things back?"
Xiao Nanfeng smiled humbly: "What else is yours here?"
"Everything." The man in scarlet clothes moved towards him step by step, "This yard, every plant and tree here, and..." The man in scarlet clothes suddenly pinched his chin, "Your, body, body..." Every word was spoken with gritted teeth.
Xiao Nanfeng's eyes instantly turned cruel, "I shouldn't have been so kind to you at the beginning."