As soon as Jiufeng appeared, all the people surrounding Yan Mo dispersed immediately with a whoosh.
"Jie!" Jiu Feng swooped down when he saw Yan Mo.
Silently, I brought you something delicious!
Although Yan Mo was very tired and weak, he couldn't help smiling when he saw Jiu Feng.
Jiufeng landed beside him, put the milky white fruit on Yan Mo's chest, and arched his face with his huge beak, "Gululu." Why did you change again? Still lying on the ground, don't sleep anymore, get up, eat fruit and play with me.
Yan Mo didn't stop Jiufeng from touching him, he had promised to give Jiufeng the blessing of life once before. Even if he wanted to stop it, he forgot at this moment, and now all his attention is attracted by the fruit on his chest.
This milky white, translucent fruit has a great attraction for him, just like the most money-greedy old man seeing a treasure, or like a traveler in the desert who is thirsty for water and finally sees a clear spring.
Yan Mo's whole body was filled with the satisfaction of being presented with something that he had been longing for for a long time.
Pick it up, it's yours! it's yours! No one can take it away.
Yan Mo, who was basically unable to move at this time, suddenly felt a burst of strength, raised his right hand, and pressed down on the fruit.
Tears overflowed from his eyes, but he didn't know it. He hugged the fruit and curled up like a fetus, protecting the whole fruit in his chest.
Jiu Feng still wanted to rub him with his beak, but seeing his aging appearance, he remembered what Momo had told him before, don't touch him casually.
"Jie Jie." Momo, what's wrong with you
Yan Mo hugged the fruit, stroking it over and over again, turning around here and there, looking like he didn't know where to hide it.
With his touching and caressing, the fruit that Jiu Feng had grasped a little wilted suddenly became plump and crystal clear, and Yan Mo's consumption was also more obvious, but he was in a state of extreme excitement at this time, and he didn't pay attention at all. to this point.
The people around are far away because of the Nine Winds, even Dahe dare not get too close, because whoever dares to get too close will be blown by the Nine Winds.
Yuan Zhan is not here, if he is, he will definitely be able to see the difference between Yan Mo and the past at a glance.
At this moment, Yan Mo seemed to be bewitched by the fruit, he felt that the fruit was calling and longing for something to him.
Red Wing and Flying Thorn flew around Yan Mo, not knowing what to do with that fruit.
"Doo..." Yan Mo saw that the fruit in his arms had turned into his baby, who was crying softly and crying out for hunger.
What do you want to eat? Dad will give you everything!
Blood... lots and lots of blood...
"Blood? Do you want blood? Daddy gives you everything!" Yan Mo couldn't tell whether what he "heard" was an illusion or the truth. Guilt, longing, and doting on his only son made him hesitate He took out a scalpel and cut his palm.
The blood flowed down the palm lines and dripped all over the fruit. Yan Mo was afraid that it would not be enough, so he covered the fruit with his palm.
He could feel that the fruit's skin seemed to be sucking his blood, and a large amount of blood was drained quickly.
But Yan Mo didn't feel terrible at all, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. He even felt a kind of extreme joy like dedication.
Jiu Feng tilted his head and stared at Yan Mo, and yelled twice, but silently hugged the fruit and ignored it.
Jiufeng was surprised, and Gululu asked him: Why don't you eat the fruit when I give you it? Why do you have to cut your own paws to touch the fruit
After asking several times, Momo still ignored it, and it suddenly felt an aura that it didn't like coming from its little Twolegs, just like those dying beasts.
"Jie!" Bad fruit! Let go of silence! Jiufeng realized something was wrong.
"Pfft!" Jiufeng shot a wind blade accurately at the fruit.
The skin of the fruit was dented, but it was not broken.
Yan Mo suddenly felt that something was disconnected from his spirit, he raised his hand and wanted to throw away the fruit, deep in his heart, he also knew something was wrong, but just now he just couldn't break free from the feeling of facing Dudu. Feeling guilty, he desperately wanted to make amends.
Jiufeng also spit out the wind blade again, and the fruit seemed to be afraid, and it called Yan Mo again: Help me!
Yan Mo was confused again, he thought he heard Dudu's cry: Dad, I hurt! Dad, help me!
wrong! It's not toot, I'm throwing it away! Can't let it control me! Yan Mo desperately struggled with his consciousness.
And the fruit was tightly stuck to Yan Mo's palm, refusing to get out of his palm.
"Pfft!" Jiu Feng was furious, bad fruit, I brought you here for Momo to eat! If you dare to be disobedient, I will kill you!
Seeing that the wind blade didn't work, Jiufeng grabbed it with his claws.
Yan Mo dodged subconsciously while holding the fruit, Jiu Feng missed it, and the claws tore through Yan Mo's upper body fur coat, opening a wound on his abdomen.
Red Wing and Flying Spur wanted to attack Jiufeng, but Yan Mo stopped them.
"Puff! Puff!" Jiufeng was so angry that he spit out wind blades at the fruit one after another.
It hurts, it hurts! help me! The fruit kept calling for help to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo wanted to throw it away, but was reluctant.
It's not toot, it's not! Yan Mo felt that he was divided into two, one wanted to take the fruit and flee far away, and even wanted to kill Jiufeng who hurt the fruit, and the other kept sending out warnings to make him realize the reality.
The red wings and flying thorns were confused by the consciousness transmitted by the queen bee. For a while, they flew over the fruit and wanted to poke it with the tail needle, and for a while they wanted to protect it according to the queen bee's intention.
The chaotic thoughts of the bee guards entered Yan Mo's mind, and Yan Mo's consciousness entangled by the fruit was slightly separated. Taking this opportunity, the man bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, and the injured part was injured again. The pain woke him up again, and before the fruit bewitched him again, he raised the scalpel and stabbed at the fruit.
The fruit screamed in Yan Mo's consciousness, and turned around in Yan Mo's palm. Probably the spiritual power connected to Yan Mo made it feel Yan Mo's firm killing intent towards it. Before, he suddenly broke away from Yan Mo's palm, stuck to his abdomen, and burrowed into the wound hooked by Jiufeng's claws.
Yan Mo stretched out his right hand to grab it, and at the same time quickly called the second guideline in his mind. He wanted to know what kind of work this fruit was and how to deal with it.
And when his right hand touched the fruit, Jiu Feng became anxious. This fruit is too bad! Don't let Momo eat, dare to eat Momo! kill you!
"Puff puff puff!" Jiufeng spit out all the wind blades anxiously, hitting Yan Mo's hands and abdomen.
Yan Mo looked at the back of his bleeding hand and belly, "..."
Jiufeng let out a "goo". The bird's eyes that were slanted upwards were wide open, and the shrewd face suddenly became stupid. It's broken, it's silent! What about bad fruit? Why is it gone
Because it got into my belly. Yan Mo's face was as black as charcoal. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that a fist-sized fruit would suddenly shrink to the size of a broad bean after being attacked, and the body would automatically stretch and lengthen into his body. .
This is not a plant, is it some kind of insect or animal? Yan Mo stared at his lower abdomen that was no longer bleeding, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Is he going to cut himself
The problem is that the thing will run away, and I am afraid that if he scratches it, the thing will run to the other side.
Others couldn't see very clearly from a distance, but Dahe could clearly see the process of getting the fruit into Yan Mo's belly.
"Lord Mo..." Dahe whispered worriedly.
Shaking his hand, Yan Mo lay on the ground and looked at his glowing right hand.
—Inquiry about objects and creatures belongs to the scope of the second guideline. To inquire about this kind of creature, you need +200 scum points for a brief introduction, and +1000 scum points for a detailed introduction.
Yan Mo didn't read the rest of the content, and when he saw the scum value to be added, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The introduction of this fruit should add so much scum value? What kind of divine fruit is this
Thinking of the negative emotional bonus of the big punishment before, Yan Mo couldn't help but shudder. This fruit is more than 100 points of scum worth just a brief introduction!
The small punishment was fine, he gritted his teeth and passed it, but the big punishment...he only hoped that it would never come again, and the big punishment of a thousand points, he felt horrible when he thought about it.
After lying on the ground for a few minutes, Yan Mo temporarily gave up on checking the introduction of the fruit, rubbed his stomach and sat up. He didn't feel any discomfort, and he didn't know where the fruit was hidden after it got into his stomach. He didn't feel anything wriggling in his stomach, and he didn't feel any pain or any other sensations, just like there was nothing in his stomach.
But what's interesting is that the recovery speed of his injuries seems to be accelerated again. The few wounds accidentally injured by the Nine Wind Blade just now and the wounds he was caught before have all healed, and...
Yan Mo clenched his fist and touched his face again. Has his wear and tear recovered
How is this going
Is the fruit that got into his stomach good or bad
Yan Mo couldn't easily get an introduction from the guide, so he had to look to Jiufeng who brought the fruit. At present, he only got a positive message from the guide's prompt, that is, the fruit is not a plant, but some kind of living creature.
Jiu Feng tilted his head, also confused. Is this the fruit that silently ate, or did the fruit eat silently? Momo turned into a white-headed boy again, is it because he ate that fruit
One person and one bird, looking at each other for a long time. Jiu Feng focused on Yan Mo's belly, with a serious expression on his face, as if a little monster would emerge there at any moment.
Yan Mo laughed and waved to Jiu Feng. Jiufeng retracted his paws to his stomach, and lay down directly, so that he could get closer to Mo Momo.
Jiufeng thought again: If I can get bigger if I want to, and get smaller if I want to be smaller. Silently the top of my head is mine!
When Yan Mo asked Jiu Feng for details, Yuan Zhan had no conclusion yet.
Hao was moved by Yuan Zhan's proposal, but he also hesitated. When he saw that Jiufeng actually appeared again at the call of the white-headed priest, the balance in his heart tilted a little towards Zhan's proposal, but...he couldn't bear to see the mountain of salt that he was about to get.