Chapter 119: The Fruit of Witchcraf (1/2)

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When Jiu Feng appeared, all the people who surrounded Yan Mo immediately shouted and spread out.

“Hey-!” Jiu Feng saw Yan Mo and swooped down.

Mo Mo, I brought you delicious food!

Although Yan Mo was very tired and weak, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Jiu Feng.

Jiu Feng fell by his side, put the milky white fruit on Yan Mo's chest, arched his face with a huge arch,

“Hey.” How did you change again? Still lying on the ground, don't sleep, get up, eat fruit, and come play with me.

Yan Mo did not stop Jiu Feng from touching him. He had promised to give Jiu Feng a vitality blessing. Even if he wants to stop, he forgot at this time, and now all his attention is attracted by the fruit on his chest.

This milky, translucent fruit has a great appeal to him, tunring to just as the greediest old man saw a treasure, and the traveler who is thirsty in the desert finally saw a clear spring.

The satisfaction that the extremely long-awaited thing was sent to the eyes filled Yan Mo's body.

Pick it up, it should belong to you! It is yours! Can't let anyone take it away.

Yan Mo, who was basically unable to move at this time, does not know where he got the energy to do so. He raised his right hand and held the fruit.

Tears spilled from his eyelids, but he did not know. He held the fruit and his body curled up like a fetus, protecting the whole fruit in his chest and abdomen.

Jiu Feng still wants to touch him to but after seeing him aging more. This is what Mo Mo said to him before. Don't touch him casually.

“Hey.” Mo Mo, what happened to you?

Yan Mo hugged the fruit, stroking it over and over again, flipping over to the west and flipping over it, as if he didn't know where to hide it.

With his touch and touch, the fruit that gave Jiu Feng a bit of awkwardness became full and crystal clear, Yan Mo's consumption was more obvious, but he was in a state of extreme excitement at this time, any energy drain went completely unnoticed at this point.

The people around him stood far away because Jiu Feng, Da He does not dare to be too close, because whoever dares to be too close, will be swayed by Jiu Feng.

Yuan Zhan is not there. If he was there, he can definitely see the difference between Yan Mo and the past.

At this time, Yan Mo was like being confused by the fruit. He felt that the fruit was calling for something and craving for him.

Red Wings and Flying Thorn flew around Yan Mo, and they didn't know how to treat that fruit.

“Beep...” Yan Mo saw the fruit in his arms turn into his baby, and the baby cried in a low voice and shouted that it was hungry.

What do you want to eat? Dad will give you everything!

Blood... a lot of blood...

“Blood? You want blood? Dad gives you, give it to you!” Yan Mo can't tell whether he ”hears that” the illusion or the reality, he was filled with sorrow, miss, and love for the only child, so he does not hesitate he took out the scalpel and cut through his palm.

The blood ran down the palm prints and all dripped onto the fruit. Yan Mo was afraid of it being not enough, and he put his palm on the fruit.

He could feel the skin of the fruit thrilling as if it was sucking his blood, and a lot of blood was quickly lost.

However, Yan Mo didn't feel terrible at all, and didn't feel that something was wrong. He even felt a kind of dedication-like extreme joy.

Jiu Feng stared at Yan Mo with his head tilted and screamed twice, but Mo Mo held the fruit and ignored it.

Jiu Feng felt strange, he ask him: Why don't you eat the fruit? Why do you have to scratch your claws to touch the fruit?

Asked a few times, Mo Mo ignored it, and it suddenly felt that its little Two Legged Monster had a breath that it didn't like, like the beast that was going to die.

“Oh-!” Bad fruit! Let go of Mo Mo! Jiu Feng found it was wrong.

“Hey!” Jiu Feng spew a wind blade that shot accurately on the fruit.

The skin of the fruit was concave and it was not broken.

Yan Mo felt that something was disconnected from his spirit. He raised his hand and wanted to throw the fruit away. In his heart, he also knew that was wrong, but he just couldn’t break the face. He felt so much that he wanted to compensate for it.

Jiu Feng also spit out the wind blade again. The fruit was just as scared. It once again summoned Yan Mo: Save Me!

Yan Mo was confused again. He thought he heard Dudu crying: Dad, I'm hurt! Dad, save me!

Wrong! This is not Dudu, he wanted to throw it away! Can't let it control me! Yan Mo was desperately struggling with his own consciousness.

In addition, the fruit sticks tightly to Yan Mo's palm, and it refused to detach from his palm.

“Hey!” Jiu Feng was furious, bad fruit, I brought you to Mo Mo! If you do not obey, I will claw you!