Chapter 201

That voice really laughed. It was the humanoid tribe that you humans refer to, the mermaids, dwarves, giants, and the Zerg living underground, as well as some intelligent creatures of the blood of gods who also joined the war. "

Old Sama, can you tell me about the fruit of witch luck? I don't know much about it. "Yan Mo used honorifics involuntarily, and that voice made him want to respect from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, his thoughts also changed. He didn't think that people were trying to kill him. If they really wanted to kill him, how could they bring him to where their old Sama was. Well, but maybe they want old Sama to keep him?

popping. "Yan Mo heard a sound like a whip hitting the wall.

wow. "It was as if a mass of stones were rolling down the wall.

Come here, child, come here. "As the voice came, Yan Mo saw a ray of light.

A very soft light shone slightly.

Yan Mo walked over without hesitation.

Drilling into the broken stone wall, Yan Mo saw a small water pool with a huge boulder in the middle of the boulder, and a small sapling grew on the boulder.

And that soft light is coming from that little sapling.

to the boulder. ' the voice pointed at him.

Is that you? "Yan Mo didn't move.

No, that's the little darling that can make your little belly a little more honest. "Old Sama laughed again. When I saw you, I remembered when those human tribes exchanged shells for food with us, but what's the use of shells?"

Have you been to the seaside? "Yan Mo was slightly excited.

No, you're wrong, I used to live by the sea, but that war..." Old Sama didn't say any more, but asked Yan Mo again: sit on that rock, don't be afraid, it won't hurt you harm."

where are you? Why do I feel like you're talking in my head? Why can you understand me if I don't sing? "Yan Mo walked into the pool slowly, the water in the pool was not deep, only reaching his knees.

Hehe, you must have met the children of my Feng clan and Xiao Sama when you came here, right? "

Yes. "

It looks like you're scaring them, making them feel like you're a threat to them by being outside, otherwise they wouldn't let humans come here. "Old Sama is laughing. They are afraid that you think the fruit of witch luck in your stomach is the seed of the undead tree? Did that little guy attack my little Sama?"

Yes. "Yan Mo admitted frankly, and then immediately asked: Isn't it the seed of the undead tree?"

But old Sama jumped back to his original question: I remember that those humans couldn't understand us, then I found out that they couldn't understand songs, and then they could understand, but we still couldn't understand humans If so, this is very unfavorable to our Feng Clan. I thought about it for a long time before I found the reason. Unfortunately, at present, only I can have a conversation with you without singing a tune. I think, you don't want me to sing to you all the time, do you? Ha ha! "

dad! "

Yan Mo thought he had heard it wrong and misunderstood Old Sama's laughter as Dad, but when he was about to touch the rock, the same voice as Dudu sounded again: Dad! "

Chapter 132 The Fruit of Witchcraft

Yan Mo swore that he never heard it wrong, it was indeed his son's voice, and it echoed in his mind just like the voice of old Sama of the Feng tribe.

Calm down, you are not crazy, you are sane now.

Yan Mo felt his pulse secretly, then checked his hands with the weak light, and then stroked his face and neck after reading it.

He should not have been poisoned, and what he saw and heard in front of him should not have been imagined by him.

Yan Mo lightly slashed his arm with a scalpel, the pain was obvious, the color of blood and... tasted normal, and looking at the speed at which the blade was closed, the recovery ability was the same as before.

what are you doing? "Old Sama was quite curious about Yan Mo's actions.

nothing. "Yan Mo thought about it, if old Sama wasn't what he imagined, and if he didn't have any ill intentions towards him, maybe he could ask him about it.

Will this fruit of witchcraft cause hallucinations? Like seeing things that don't exist, hearing sounds that don't exist? "Yan Mo omits the nine winds and other things about the process of getting the fruit of witch luck and the fruit into his body, and informs Old Sama in a selective way.

Yan Mo was confused by the unusual question, but it made old Sama laugh out loud. It seems that this fruit of witch luck likes you very much. You are very lucky to get all the legends about the fruit of witch luck that I have heard. Wu always had to pay a great price to communicate with him, and the fruit of Wu Luck never voluntarily drilled into the human body. "

What is the fruit of witch luck? "

Boy, be patient. "Old Sama obviously planned that Yan Mo would not say anything unless he sat on the rock.

Yan Mo gritted his teeth, and regardless of the fierce reaction of the fruit in his belly, he turned over and climbed onto the rock.

Once on that rock, it was in his belly

The fruit that had been turned upside down suddenly became extremely quiet.

Yan Mo had a strange feeling. He felt that the fruit hated the glowing seedling beside him and hid in his body.

But on the other hand, he hallucinated again and heard Dudu's laughter.

Dudu seems very happy, Daddy, Daddy" he kept yelling.

The corner of Yan Mo's mouth couldn't help but pull a smile.

Dad, you drove the monster away, it hid, Dad is the best! "

Yan Mo closed his eyes and opened them again, facing the darkness in the distance, and asked: Now can you tell me what the fruit of witch luck is? "

When old Sama saw him sitting on the stone platform, his tone seemed to have become a little more relaxed. He asked back: In this world, apart from very few intelligent creatures, I am afraid there is no one who knows more about the fruit of witch luck than me, the fruit of witch luck. It is indeed the fruit of witchcraft, even if you and I are so far apart, it still brings you to me. "

Is it good for me, or is it more harmful? "

Old Sama has a melodious voice, it depends on how you use it. "

Dad, I want to touch it, I love it. "

Yan Mo reached out to touch the small seedling, the small seedling trembled twice, obediently let Yan Mo touch it.

You said you heard the fruit of witch luck talking to you? what did it tell you? "

Yan Mo raised his head, no, it didn't speak to me, I heard... the voice of someone who had died, and saw some strange scenes. "

No no no, that is the fruit of witch luck, but hear the voice of the dead? It's interesting, it's the first time I've heard of it. "Old Sama finished saying this sentence, I don't know if he fell into memory, and his voice disappeared.

Yan Mo can't wait to grab Old Sama's neck and let him pour out everything he knows, but he doesn't even know where his real body is.

Old Sama finally remembered that there are still people waiting for its reply, ah, let me tell you the origin of the fruit of witch luck. "

I've been waiting for it! Yan Mo's face was full of black lines.

The fruit of witch luck is not actually a plant. It is also one of the intelligent creatures of the blood of the gods. However, half of it is born naturally, and the conditions for it to grow are also extremely harsh. Although it is not a real undead tree seed, It also belongs to the longevity family. Its early growth habits are very similar to those of the undead tree, but it is even rarer than the undead tree. There is only one in the world, and it can only appear once for a long time. You humans like to call it witch luck. The fruit of life, but our longevity people are used to calling it the son of life, and regard it as the gift of the god of life. "

Son of life? Doesn't sound like a bad name. But old Sama's next words shattered Yan Mo's good hopes.

God will give mercy, but also punish. Although the fruit of witch luck belongs to the longevity family, every time it appears, its existence is very short. "

Why? "

Because of the humans who raised it. They never gave it a chance to really grow, and wrong parenting methods often make the fruit of witch luck evil, and when humans can no longer bear its greed, they will pay a great price to kill it. "

So you know the right parenting method? "

Old Sama laughed, no, I don't know, very few people know how to really cultivate the fruit of witchcraft and make it become the legendary son of life, maybe Sama before me knew, but it didn't Tell me, all I know is the way humans raised it. "

But you say that is wrong. "

Yes. "

You don't know the right parenting method, how can you be sure that the human method is wrong? "

Because it is said that the correct method can raise the son of life and make the fruit of witch luck become a real intelligent creature, but all the fruit of witch luck from my birth to death are just one fruit. "

Yan Mo's heart beat faster, do you mean that the fruit of witch luck can turn into a human? "

It is not necessarily a human. It is said that a long time ago, the Kunpeng tribe with human face raised a real son of life, and the son of life also looked like a bird with a human face when he incarnated. "

Human-faced Kunpeng clan! Yan Mo almost jumped up, there was no one beside him! He quickly asked: So does this mean that the Kunpeng people with human faces know the correct way to raise the fruit of witchcraft? "

should be. But no humans can reach the territory of the Kunpeng people, and they do not welcome humans and other intelligent creatures. "

However, Jiufeng kept shouting that he would take him home to have a look. Yan Mo quickly retracted the corners of his grinning mouth and didn't say anything about it.

I can tell you the wrong way of human parenting, if you want to raise real children of life, then don't do it that way. "

Yan Mo sat upright with a serious expression, please speak. "

Old Sama's voice also became very serious, but he just uttered the first word, and suddenly let out a long moan: Who? "