"You nasty human, don't think I can't tell you're being sarcastic."
The French Plane Tree said discontentedly.
"But you really wouldn't do that, would you?"
Liu Zheng said leisurely.
"I really wish I could, so I could rip your head off and hang it on my branches!"
The French Plane Tree said through gritted teeth.
"A head won't do, but if you want to hang something, I can offer you my body. Of course, for an additional fee."
He shrugged and said.
"Purée! Get your stuff and scram, stop polluting my sight!"
The French Plane Tree extended its roots to wrap around him, then tossed him a dozen meters away.
"A tree's emotions are so easily provoked, no wonder it can't cultivate to become a spirit."
Liu Zheng commented while lying on the ground.
If the French Plane Tree could cultivate into a spirit, it wouldn't have to evolve into a Phoenix to gain freedom.
Of course, it might immediately be taken by the sanitation department as a lifelong Niu Ma.
"What did you say?!"
