The daily life of a 300-year-old little phoenix and a 30,000-year-old Bodhi tree.
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One day, the lanterns came on.
Erya tilted her head, covered her mouth and asked Wuwu: "Sir, do you think the young man who is chanting poetry by the bridge is good-looking?"
Wuwang understood what she was going to do, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's acceptable."
Erya got his approval and was eager to give it a try. She walked over pretending to be calm and lowered her head to salute: "Moshang is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. I see that the young master is alone here. I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite him to have a cup of tea with me?"
The young master turned around and frowned in silence to show his polite refusal.
Erya handed over a rare treasure, a luminous pearl, with both hands, which was priceless.
The young master accepted it happily and was about to agree when he saw the woman looking up at him frowning.
"Come back!" Erya took back the Night Pearl from his hand, turned around and left, "Humph, it looks pretty good from a distance, but it looks so rough up close... How did you come to the conclusion that it's acceptable, my lord? Isn't your eyesight good today?"
Erya walked up to Wuwang, bared her teeth, and glared at him fiercely.
Wuwang rubbed her hair helplessly, "Let's go, please eat pear cake."
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