A Tree that Wishes to Cry!

"Old Master, Old Master, please calm down and listen to me, I'm actually not something that belongs to anyone. I can just ignore those people in the future, and they wouldn't be able to see me at all. That should work right!?" Lord Holy Tree proposed anxiously.

"Bullsh*t! What does it have anything to do with me whether you see those people or not? I'll only say one thing now: Today, I'm determined to take a Holy Tree away. If you can't satisfy my desire, you would have lost your value to exist. Those who obey me live, while those who defy me… keke, will be burnt to ashes, and their souls scattered…" Jun Moxie said in a gangster-ish way.

"Understood, understood, I have… I have… I really have… Old Master… y-you must… stay your hand, hold on for just one second…" Lord Holy Tree stammered. If it hadn't remembered that this Old Master did not like its eyes popping out, both its eyeballs would already have popped out thirty feet away…