"you're so beautiful."

Baimu was still a small tree back then.

The tree is not old and does not have much experience.

White wood grows at the foot of Yiwangshan, which is peaceful and peaceful, until one day, Yiwangshan suddenly collapses.

The white wood was affected by the collapse of Yiwang Mountain. The soil cracked and the roots poured down, and it fell to the ground crookedly and dying.

I don’t know how many days have passed, but suddenly someone gently stroked his tree trunk and said...

--you're so beautiful.

Bai Mu slowly opened his eyes and saw a young man in white clothes and black hair.

He was wearing a white robe, spotless, and gently stroked his tree trunk, his eyes full of unconcealed admiration.

"you're so beautiful."

Bai Mu was too young at that time, and he could not speak, so he could only quietly perceive external forces.

The gentle young man said: "This piece of soil is no longer suitable for you. Should I follow me?"

Baimu still couldn't speak, his branches were whirling slightly in the breeze, and the young man smiled and said, "Then I will think you agreed."

The young man completely digged out Baimu's roots. Baimu thought he was dead, but later...

When Bai Mu opened his eyes again, he actually came alive and came alive completely. He was no longer dying, nor was he living lingeringly.

The young man planted white wood in new soil.

This soil is fertile, warm and peaceful, and it is the new home of Baimu.

After that, Bai Mu spent the most favorable period of his long life.

The young man would come to visit Baimu every day, repair branches for him, water them, and caress his trunk, full of admiration and sincerity...

"You are so beautiful, tall, tall…"

The gentle young man will take a nap with the white wood. The bright sunshine pours down and falls through the gaps of the branches and falls on the young man's gently closed eyes.

At this time, the white wood will gently move its branches along the afternoon breeze, blocking the sun with thick leaves, allowing young people to have a peaceful nap.

Baimu thought he was the happiest agarwood white wood tree in this world.

but……

He was wrong.

Because what young people love is not the white wood itself, but the painful scab of white wood...

Later, Bai Mu realized that this gentle young man was a fragrant man who loved agarwood. The reason why he took care of Bai Mu so carefully was that he wanted to use white wood to make agarwood after the white wood reached the age of the tree.

Bai Mu told the young man that his injury had healed and he wanted to leave here and return to his hometown.

Bai Mu will always remember the smile of the young man. His lips raised a curve that was not gentle at all, and he still gently stroked his tree trunk, but chuckled with a hoarse voice.

"Where do you want to go? The place I am is your hometown. You can't leave anywhere, you can never leave, you can only... be with me."

The young man transformed himself into the national teacher of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. He used a lot of manpower and financial resources to build a huge underground palace, trapping the white wood in the underground palace, and locking the white wood with huge iron ropes.

The young national teacher still came to see him every day, stroked his tall tree trunk, and asked softly: "Do you still want to leave?"

As long as the young man answered and thought, the national teacher would bite him with insects and ants, burn him with fire, and look at him with scars.

The national teacher used his slender fingers and seemingly gentle fingertips to rub the scarred agarwood resin on his body, and said with a smile: "You are so beautiful, even the scars emit a fragrance..."

Every day, every day is more painful than every day.

The biting of insects and ants and the burning of fire made Bai Mu dying, immersed in endless pain every day...

until……

Bai Mu finally used all his spiritual power to gather into the tree spirits and quietly entered the dream of the national master.

In the dream, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the bright afternoon sunlight leaks from the treetops, gently spreading on the sleeping and peaceful face of the young man.

In the dream of the national teacher, Bai Mu saw their previous relationship.

In that dream, the national teacher was resting on the young white wood. The young white wood would quietly move the branches to block the playful sunshine and make the national teacher's sweet dream peacefully.

The national teacher leaning against the towering tree suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with a gentle smile and his voice was soft, saying, "Are you here?"

The national teacher seemed to know that Bai Mu would fall into a dream.

The national teacher smiled very gently and said, "You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Mu said in a serene way: "Wait until I kill you."

The national teacher still smiled, and said the same thing: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Bai Mu walked slowly over and clamped the national teacher's neck with a hand. The national teacher was tall. Apart from his army and soldiers, the national teacher had no attack power at all. His fragile and slender neck was tightly held by Bai Mu. When he lifted it gently, the national teacher's slender body was lifted up in the air, with no room for resistance at all.

"Huh..."

The national teacher moaned fragilely, holding his hand, but without any fear, he laughed softly.

Bai Mu said coldly: "Diet is coming, why are you laughing at?"

The national teacher was still laughing, tears flowing wildly with laughter, wetting his temples, and his bright red lips opened slightly, he said...

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, so hate me!"

"I can guarantee that I am the first person in your heart to grit your teeth and want to kill me. I am the unique person..."

"Baimu, kill me!"

Bai Mu clamped the national master's hand and trembled slightly.

If it weren't for the national teacher, he might have died, at the foot of Yiwangshan.

They once hugged each other on a spring afternoon.

He was the first person to praise Bai Mu. Before that, Bai Mu always thought he was a useless rotten wood...

"What? I'm soft-hearted?"

"Are you scared?"

"Shiramu, you only have this chance. If you don't kill me, I will still imprison you by my side."

"you guess……"

"Do I like you more or your scars more..."

"Huh—"

The word "scar" was trembling slightly, because the branches of the white wood had suddenly been thrust out and directly pierced into the national teacher's chest.

The national master trembled gently, holding Bai Mu's palm, and was also trembling slightly. He used his bloody palm to stroke Bai Mu's branches that pierced into his chest, and whispered: "It's so beautiful, you are the most beautiful... Bai Mu..."

The national master died, and the emperor felt heartbroken, and no one could make a king of agarwood for the emperor.

In addition to being heartbroken, the emperor buried the national teacher in the underground palace where agarwood was made, and used the Emperor's fire seed and agarwood white wood as a burial. He used a lot of manpower to bury the entire underground palace underground.

From then on, this place became the real tomb of the national teacher...

Wanqi Linmu said strangely: "Even if the national teacher can make agarwood, it is very powerful, but... this emperor is a little too good to him, right? The ones who are buried with Di Jun Fire and Agarwood King?"

Bai Mu said lightly: "You all underestimate the national master too much. I heard that the national master can use the fragrance to seduce people's hearts. There is a unique fragrance on his body all year round. The emperor obeys the national master and obeys his words."

Luo Shen frowned and said, "This national teacher...is a fragrant man?"

Shiraki said: "I don't know what a fragrant person is, but there is indeed a fragrance on his body."

All those who have seen the national master will love the national master, and even the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is no exception. If Bai Mu had not been nourished by Wanqi Linmu's blood by chance, he might have been bewitched by the national master.

Wanqi Linmu said: "Who is this national teacher?"

Luo Shen said: "It sounds like this, it is indeed a fragrant person."

The Xiangren is the mortal enemy of the Wuqi clan. He had never had any contact with each other for a long time. Luo Shen said: "As far as I know, the Xiangren should have been extinct when they were in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. I didn't expect there would be fish that escaped the net."

Just as everyone was about to say something, Mr. Ding suddenly took a breath of air conditioning, his face pale and he kept trembling.

"Mr. Ding?!"

Everyone didn't know what happened to Mr. Ding. They just calmed down and suddenly something was wrong again.

Mr. Ding could no longer rely on the tomb wall and lay down along the tomb wall. He was so painful that he was sweating all over his head. Sweat flowed down his temples, and Mr. Ding almost lost consciousness.

"What's going on?" Wanqi Linmu patted Mr. Ding gently, but Mr. Ding did not react at all.

Luo Shen said: "It should be a labor force."

Wanqi Linmu looked confused. What should I do? Mr. Ding probably didn't understand what was going on.

Mr. Ding fell to the ground, trembling with convulsions, the branches of the white wood quickly gathered and rushed to Mr. Ding.

The physical body of Baimu was still trapped next to the coffin and buried with him. This was just a kind of virtual image he had changed. Baimu's virtual image could only move around the tomb, and it could not be reached too far, and the virtual image was extremely depleted of spiritual power.

The white wood stretched out its branches and wanted to touch Mr. Ding's cheeks that were flowing with cold sweat, but his branches stretched over. Mr. Ding just opened his eyes and immediately met Bai Wood's blood-red eyes. He seemed to be startled and shrank backwards with the pain.

The branches of the white wood shook and quickly collected them back to avoid scaring Mr. Ding.
To be continued...