Even if the Goddess of Fengrao descended to the world, this is undeniably red pine.
Sif quickened her pace, found the words left by Lisa, and couldn't help but tease:
"I've seen many illustrations of ginkgos in books, but it's the first time I've seen leaves that look like needles. I think this isn't a golden ginkgo, but a golden needle ginkgo."
Roland didn't mind Sif's teasing, he walked over seriously, looking at the words on the trunk.
Undoubtedly, it was written by Lisa.
He suddenly drew a dagger and chopped at it, while using his sleeve to cover his face to avoid being splattered with blood and fainting on the spot like Chancellor Cao.
The cover was highly effective.
The flying wood chips were all blocked and didn't splash onto his face.
Seeing Roland's slightly comical defensiveness and Lisa's bewildered gaze, Sif was well aware that the two of them didn't see the same thing last night.
