Ancient Demon

Ling Feng is sitting on the top of Kunlun Mountain basking in the red leaves, with branches covering the clouds. As an ancient maple demon, he even sleeps on the precious land of his spiritual veins. "Crack!" The tree trunk was knocked by a stone, "This wood is good, it will be able to withstand burning when chopped into firewood." Ling Feng shook off the red leaves on the slope, "Are you tired of living? I'm a monster! An ancient monster! Dare you call me a wood? Kneel down and apologize, otherwise..." Shen Que raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Oh, it turns out to be a maple tree spirit that can explode its hair." Ling Feng was so angry that his veins stretched straight, "It's a demon! An ancient demon! Can you speak?" Later, she became arrogant and used Master Shen Que's jade pendant as a pastry to chew into crumbs. Shen Que took out the deed and said, "Press the seal and you will be working hard for two hundred years, guarding the mountain, repairing the house, and pruning the branches." Ling Feng shook the leaf and pressed the seal, cursing in his heart, isn't it shameful for the big demon to be a coolie?