While speaking, Mo La also glanced at the notebook a few times, but the Pope was too lazy to pay attention to it this time. In fact, he didn't respond at all, as if it didn't matter if he waited until the end of time.

Mo La didn't care about him. He leaned his back against the big tree behind him and rubbed it a few times. Suddenly, he stepped back with his elbow and gave it a heavy blow: "What are you going to do to this beautiful lady?"

Where the elbow tip hit, the tree trunk was immediately corroded and dented, with a tendency to spread in all directions. Fortunately, it was quickly controlled, and strong vitality was transmitted to repair the corroded tree trunk, which was "peeled" for a while.

The sound keeps coming.

Without waiting for the repair to be completed, the bark was torn slightly above the area where the elbow struck the tree trunk, and a large number of wood fibers came out, and were quickly wrapped into shape, vaguely resembling an adult male.

"You scavenger!"

Zhen Shen "came out" from the tree angrily. He was the image of a young man who looked like he had a hot temper. He was tall and strong, but the fine wood fibers formed a large number of lines when they were shaped. The occasional natural mottled appearance gave people a

The identity is close to the inhuman feeling of "aging".

After this person appeared, he could blow Mo La's head with just a stretch of his hand, but the latter didn't care at all. He still leaned on the tree trunk and just squinted his eyes, a typical "catching up on sleep" after a night of crazy indulgence.

"Party", only the words murmured between the lips and teeth:

"Are you more like a tree now, or more like a human being? If it's the former, I won't say anything; if it's the latter, just consider this elbow as my congratulations to you..."

The last note fades to nothing.

The True God lowered his head and looked at Mo La in a human way. For a few seconds, he did not speak.

The Pope turned another page and said leisurely: "You don't really think of her as a scavenger, do you? Who doesn't love fresh ingredients?"

The true god looked sideways at his father: "Do you have to beat around the bush?"

"You don't really think she's asleep?"

"Speaking of which." Mo La still closed his eyes, but suddenly interrupted: "I wanted to ask you before..."

The true god turned his head again: "What?"

"It's none of your business, I'm asking about your 'father'." Mo La still closed his eyes and murmured, "I just want to ask, did you really raise him as a stupid son?"

The Pope once again did not respond, but this time he raised his head and looked through the lush canopy branches and leaves, looking towards the sky that gradually washed away the blood color and turned towards the blue-gray sky. He looked so immersed in it, as if he wanted to capture the stars from there.
Chapter completed!