Every plant, every flower, every tree has spirituality, and those who can perceive the spirituality of plants and trees are called spiritual speakers.
Tao Ji was originally a poor little beggar, but by chance, he learned that he was the only spiritual whisperer in the contemporary era.
Fireweed and sunset light up the night of the Aoki Forest, and the warm light outlines the outline of a white deer. Tao Ji sits under the sacred tree, and two silent mandarin ducks swim in Jumang Lake.
Fireflies were flying in the forest, lighting up the way home for the nocturnal beasts.
The night sky is filled with brilliant stars in the gaps between the trees. This moment seems lonely and precious.
However, all this is just an illusion in the mirror.
Once the Kunlun Mirror collapses, everything in the Aoki Forest will disappear.
"You used the spiritual power of a thousand-year-old sacred tree to save a dying human being without authorization, and even put the Aoki Forest in danger. Do you know it's a crime?"
Under the throne of God, kneeling was a scarred white deer.
"Come with me, fate is fleeting."
Hai Dongqing flew through the air, taking away the last bit of Tao Ji's innocence.
If even the heart and memory do not belong to oneself, then did Tao Ji really exist?
※This is considered a farming novel, and the emotional development is a bit slow. The first half is pure forest-style freshness [wrong], and the second half will be a little bit sadistic, as usual, HE.