Chapter 202

Old Sama? "

I felt a huge energy coming from under my feet. I have to check it out! "

Old Sama? "

Old Sama was silent.

Yan Mo is speechless, you want to leave anyway and say hello.

Dad, we play with Xiao Miaomiao. "

it is good! Yan Mo, who instantly entered stupid dad mode, stretched out his magic hand to the glowing sapling next to him again. The poor sapling trembled but couldn't pull out the roots to escape.

Hey, old Sama, please don't go, this human being is too scary, it has to grow up quickly, and it will hide away when it sees this human in the future.

buzzing. "The bee guards also came, and the red wings and flying thorns landed on Yan Mo's shoulders.

When Yan Mo indulged himself in the illusion of playing with his son", the old Sama returned.

boom! "A big man was thrown into the pool.

The water splashed all over, and part of it splashed on Yan Mo's face. Yan Mo wiped his face and looked at the pool.

There, Yuan Zhan was lying face down in the pool.

Yan Mo's mouth twitched, won't he drown?

Yuan Zhan's arm moved.

The voice of old Sama also sounded at the same time: Is this human being your clan? "

Yes. "

It has been a long time since there have been fifth-level warriors in this land. Your clan is very good. He did not use any aids. He broke through to fifth-level entirely by his own strength, and... He also absorbed the living species of my maple clan, He is likely to have dual abilities in the future. "Old Sama's voice is very helpless, but not very angry. For the longevity family, the seeds of sanity have not yet been bred, and they are not considered descendants.

Dual ability? "This animal is lucky! He knew that this person would not sit still. When he saw that the Feng Clan didn't bring him here, he thought he was detained and kept to threaten him. It turned out that this guy had already run away by himself.

Dual capable fighters are rare, but not absent. "

Yan Mo's focus is not here. If Yuan Zhan can have dual abilities after absorbing the seeds of the Feng Clan, what if he also absorbed the seeds of the Feng Clan?

Yuan Zhan was struggling in the water, Yan Mo watched, but he didn't even want to jump down to help him.

How could a fifth-level ability soldier drown in such a small pool?

It's true that Yuan Zhan didn't drown, but he didn't feel well when he choked. He vaguely felt that he should have made a breakthrough, but his body energy had been exhausted, and his whole body was aching and sore as if it had been crushed and re-sticked.

To put it simply, he is unable to stand up at all now, and it is difficult to even raise his head.

Uh... puff puff, did he hear the voice of his high priest? Yuan Zhan raised his head and spit out water, trying to find Mo.

Yan Mo suppressed the surging in his heart. Not only did Old Sama go to get back the original battle this time, but he also seemed to have communicated with the little Sama above.

You freaked out my little Sama, bad boy. "There was a smile in Old Sama's voice.

Sorry, I wouldn't have come in if you hadn't captured my clan to breed your own offspring. I like you, old Sama, before I met you, I just didn't plan to take revenge on the Feng family, but after meeting you, I thought... Maybe we can communicate with each other more, what do you like, I can find a way to get it for you in the future some come over. "This sentence, what Yan Mo said was sincere.

Hehe, in the past, those human tribes would send us a large number of robust slaves every chūn season in exchange for winter food. At that time, many tribes of intelligent creatures lived on the same land and communicated with each other, but those wars completely separated everyone. "Old Sama seemed to sink into his memories again.

Yan Mo understands that old people like to recall the past. But can you always tell me what I want to know first?

As long as we have land, sunshine, and water sources, we don't have anything else in particular. If you really want to do something for me, then cultivate the fruit of witchcraft and make it become a real child of life. All the immortals will be your friends at that time. "

Yan Mo knows one sentence: the future is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. So he was still very calm when he heard the bright future described by old Sama, I will work hard, not because I promised you, but... How do I cultivate the fruit of witch luck? "

Yuan Zhan finally sat up from the water, he saw his priest in the dimness, and subconsciously, he walked towards Yan Mo's direction, but as soon as he stood up, he fell back into the water.

Yan Mo saw it as if he didn't see it.

Old Sama didn't mean to help this fifth-level warrior at all. It changed from the kindness just now and said to Yan Mo in a very stern tone: Don't water the fruit of witch luck with blood and life, even if it promises to bring you Everything you want in your dreams. The reason why the fruit of witch luck is called the fruit of witch luck by the blood of humans and gods is because it can bring great benefits and good luck to the breeder. "

Yan Mo's heart trembled slightly.

In the early stage, the fruit of witch luck has no mind, only the most greedy and primitive desire. It likes to devour everything with vitality around it, and blood is one of its favorite foods. In order to get the help of the fruit of witch luck, those human tribes often give what they want. The previous tribes used a large number of slaves.

Li and animals sacrificed the fruit of witchcraft and raised it in the blood pool. The fruit of witchcraft brought up in this way will become evil and greedy, and human beings will continue to meet its requirements because of the benefits. If things go on like this, those tribes will eventually be devoured by the fruit of witch luck because of its greed, and the fruit of witch luck will starve to death or be killed by unbearable humans because of the loss of their nurturers. "

So is the fruit of witchcraft in my body already growing, or is it in the early stage? "

It just broke out of the ground. Naturally, it is in the early stage when it has no sanity. It will only cry to you when it is hungry, and tell you what it wants. At this time, it was not considered an intelligent creature, but rather a seed. "

Just screaming for hunger? "

right. "

No, it never called me hungry, it was... the dead man kept talking to me. "

Well, it's weird. "Old Sama doesn't seem to be able to figure it out. The fruit of witch luck is so obvious that it can communicate with the nurturer, usually in the middle stage of growth. And I haven't heard that it will use the voice of the dead to speak to the nurturer, yours The fruit of witch luck is really different from the ones that have appeared before, and this is the first time I heard that the fruit of witch luck will actively drill into the body of the nurturer."

Yuan Zhan got up again, this time he was able to walk towards Yan Mo tremblingly, but when he came to the stone platform, he fell down again, lying directly on the platform.

Yuan Zhan's hand touched Yan Mo's foot. This feel, this taste, yes, it is silent! Yuan Zhan was relieved, he finally found his priest.

Yan Mo let him hold his feet, and decided to reveal a little more details to old Sama, it, the deceased kept telling me that there are monsters chasing him and wanting to harm him, do you think it will..."

Yan Mo's voice trembled a little, he held back, calmed down his emotions, and continued: Do you think it is possible that there are two lives in this fruit of witch luck, or two... souls, one of which is nothing Do you know the original soul of the fruit of witch luck that only satisfies your own appetite, and the other is the soul that has been hidden by the gods and has not dissipated? "

The more Yan Mo said, the more he felt that his speculation was probably correct. He was asking me for help, saying that he was scared and that the monster was looking for him. Could it be the original soul of the fruit of witch luck trying to devour him? And this sapling, he likes it very much, since I sat here, the dead person felt safe, said that the monster hid, and you also said that this sapling can suppress the fruit of witch luck, then... "

Child, is that dead person important to you? "Old Sama's voice was gentle.

Yan Mo's eyes were blurred, and he wiped his face, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.

Yes, he is my dead child. God said that he will return that child to me, but I need to do a lot of good things. "If it was Yan Mo in the past, he would definitely think that the person who said this kind of thing was stupid, but now he almost regarded it as a life-saving straw.

You say the kid likes this tree very much? "

Yes. "

Do you know what tree this is? "

Yan Mo wanted to say he didn't know, but with a move in his heart, his right hand touched the sapling again.

You say God once promised to give you your child back? "Old Sama asked suddenly.

Yan Mo nodded.

Then everything is possible. "Old Sama did not name the sapling as Yan Mo expected.

But Yan Mo had a guide. Even if the guide suggested that the introduction of this sapling should add 50 scum points to him, he would still like it. He has an intuition that this tree must be very important to Dudu, very important!

This time, the guide was very stingy, adding 50 scum points to him, and he only gave five words.

Yan Mo's heart trembled as soon as he saw those five words!

silent? Yuan Zhan called out Yan Mo's name.

Chapter 133 Old Sama's Method

Yan Mo didn't care about Yuan Zhan at this moment. He looked into the darkness and tried his best to calmly say: I know the name of this tree, it is very important to my children. "

you know? "Old Sama seemed surprised.

Revenant tree seedlings, right? "Yan Mo clenched his fists.

There are also records in his original world. It is said that it looks like a maple tree. The heart or root of the soul-returning tree is taken, and the soup is boiled in a pot made of jade, and then the soup is boiled to a thick lacquer. Knead it into pills, smoke it with fire, and its fragrance can revive the dead.

Old Sama fell silent.

Yuan Zhan was much awake at this time, and after seeing that Yan Mo was not in danger, he climbed onto the stone platform, lay down beside Yan Mo's legs, his head was just flush with the sapling, and he closed his eyes to run the primary training method. The breathing law of the primary training method does not pay attention to the posture when running, and it can be made to work in the body in any posture.

Yuan Zhan was in a hurry to regain his stamina, and now, not only would he not be able to protect his priest, but he would also be a drag on him.

During his breath, the faint and pleasant aroma of grass and trees spread into his nose. This scent of grass and trees made his body feel a lot more comfortable in an instant. He even felt that his recovery speed was speeding up, which made him turn his head to the aroma. The direction has shifted a bit.