Banished to Another World

Strictly vowed that he never heard the mistake, it is indeed the voice of his son, just like the voice of the old Sama of the Maple, echoing in his mind.

Calm, you are not crazy, you are now normal.

Strictly touch your own pulse, and then look at your hands with the soft light, and then touch your face and neck after reading.

He should have no poisoning, and everything he saw and heard should not be his fantasy.

Strictly use the scalpel to gently stroke on his arm, the pain is very obvious, the blood color and ... tasted the taste is normal, then look at the speed of the knife edge, the recovery ability is the same as before.

"What are you doing?" Old Sama was curious about the rigorous move.

"Nothing." Suddenly thought, if the old Sama is not his fantasy, and there is no malicious to him, maybe he can ask the other person about this matter.

"Does the fruit of this sorcerer cause hallucinations? For example, seeing something that doesn't exist, hear the sound that doesn't exist?" Strictly let him get the fruit and fruit of the witchcraft into his body, omitting nine Wind and other things, pick and choose to tell Old Samar.

Let the problem of being extremely confused and confused, but let old Sama laugh out. "It seems that the fruit of this witchcraft likes you very much. You are very lucky. I have heard all the legends about the fruit of witchcraft and got them. The witch always has to pay a great price to communicate with it, and the fruit of the witchcraft has never been actively drilled into the human body."

"What is the fruit of the witchcraft?"

"Child, be patient." Old Sama apparently intended to sit silently on the rock and say nothing.

Strictly gnashing his teeth, regardless of the fierce reaction of the fruit in his abdomen, he climbed over the rock.

As soon as I got to the rock, the fruit that had turned upside down in his stomach became extremely quiet.

There was a strange feeling in the silence. He felt that the fruit hated the glowing seedlings around him and hid in his body.

On the other hand, he listened to the auditory voice again and heard the laughter of the doodle.

Dudu seems very happy, "Dad, Dad" is calling.

Strictly speaking, I couldn’t help but pick up a smile.

"Dad, you beat the monster, it hides, Dad is the best!"

Close your eyes and open it, facing the darkness in the distance, and ask: "Now can you tell me what the fruit of the witchcraft is?"

Old Sama watched him sit on the stone platform, and the tone seemed to have become a little easier. He asked: "In addition to the very few intelligent creatures in this world, I am afraid that no one knows more about the fruit of the witchcraft than Wu Yunzhi. If it is really the result of witchcraft, even if you and I are so far away, it still brings you to me."

“Is it good for me, or is it more harmful?”

Old Sama sounds melodious. "That depends on how you use it."

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

Strictly reaching out to touch the seedling, the seedling trembled twice, letting it touch it.

"You said that you heard the fruit of the witchcraft talking to you? What did it say to you?"

Suddenly raised his head. "No, it didn't talk to me. I heard the voice of the dead person and saw some strange scenes."

"No, no, it is the fruit of the witchcraft, but I heard the voice of the deceased? This is very interesting, I heard it for the first time." Old Sama finished this sentence, I do not know if it is in the memory. There is no sound at all.

Strictly want to take advantage of the old Samar's neck and let it pour out the knowledge, but he does not even know where the real body of the family is.

Old Samar finally remembered that someone was waiting for its reply. "Oh, I will tell you about the origins of the witchcraft."

I have been waiting for it! Strictly face the black line.

"The fruit of the witchcraft is not really a plant. It is also one of the wisdom creatures of the blood of God. But half of it is born and grown, and the conditions for its growth are extremely harsh. Although it is not a true species of undead trees. It is also a long-lived family. The early growth habits are similar to the undead trees, but they are even rarer than the undead trees. There will only be one in each world, and it will take a long time to appear once. You humans like to call it witch. The fruit of the game, but our longevity is accustomed to calling it the Son of Life, and regard it as the gift of the God of life."

Son of life? It doesn't sound like a bad name. However, the old words of Old Sama broke the hope of strictness.

"God will give mercy, but it will also be punished. Although the fruit of the witchcraft belongs to the longevity, it exists for a short time."

"Why?"

"Because of the human beings who raised it. They never gave it a chance to really grow up, and the wrong way of raising tends to make the fruit of witchcraft evil. When human beings can no longer afford its greed, they will pay a great price. Kill it."

"So you know the right way to raise?"

Old Sama smiled. "No, I don't know. Very few people know how to really cultivate the fruit of witchcraft and make it the son of legendary life. Maybe before Sama knows about me, but it does Didn't tell me, what I know is the way humans raise it."

"But you said it was wrong."

"Yes."

“You don’t know the correct way to raise, how can you be sure that the human method is wrong?”

"Because the legendary method can raise the son of life and make the fruit of witchcraft a true wisdom creature, but from the fruit of all witchcraft from birth to death is only a fruit."

Strict heartbeat speeds up, "Do you mean that the fruit of witchcraft can become / person?"

"Not necessarily a person. It is said that a long time ago, the human face of the Peng family raised a real son of life, and the son of life is also the appearance of the bird."

People face Peng family! He almost jumped up and there was no one around him! He quickly asked: "So is this the correct way to know the face of the people who know the spirit of raising witchcraft?"

"It should be. But no humans can reach the territory of the human face and the Peng people. They also do not welcome humans and other intelligent creatures."

Nine winds have always said that they want to take him home to see. Strictly forcibly retracted the corner of the mouth and did not say it.

"I can tell you how to raise human error. If you want to raise a real son of life, then don't follow that method."

Strictly sitting and looking serious, "Please say."

The voice of Old Sama also became very serious, but he just said the first word, and suddenly he made a long sigh: "Who?"

"Old Sama?"

"I feel a huge amount of energy coming from my feet. I have to go see it!"

"Old Sama?"

Old Sama is gone.

Slightly speechless, you have to go and say hello.

"Dad, we play with Miao Miao."

it is good! The moment of entering the stupid dad mode, the magic hand once again stretched out to the side of the glowing sapling, pitiful saplings tremble but unable to pull out the roots and escape.

Hey, old Sama, you don't want to go. This human being is terrible. It has to grow up quickly. After seeing this human being, it will hide far away.

"Hey." The beekeepers also found it, and the red wings and the flying thorns fell on the shoulders of the stern.

Old Samar came back when he was immersed in the "illusion" of immersing himself in playing with his son.

"Hey!" The pool was thrown into a big chunk.

The splashes of water splashed, and some of them splashed on the face of the stern, smearing the face and slamming into the pool.

There, the original battlefield fell face down in the pool.

Strictly pumping your mouth, not drowning?

The arm of the original war moved.

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

"Yes."

"This land has not seen a five-level warrior for a long time. Your family is very good. You didn't use any auxiliary materials. You completely broke through to the fifth level with your own strength, and... he absorbed the live species of my maple family. In the future, he is likely to have dual abilities. "Old Sama's voice is very helpless, but it is not very angry. For the Changsheng people, the seeds that have not yet produced the mind are not considered to be descendants.

"Double ability?" This animal is good luck! He knew that this person would not sit still. When he saw that the Feng family did not bring him over, he thought that he was holding him to threaten him. It turned out that this guy had already ran himself.

“There are few dual-powered fighters, but they are not.”

The key point of strictness is not here. If the original battle can have the dual ability after absorbing the seeds of the Feng nationality, then if he also absorbed the seeds of the Feng nationality?

The original battle struggled in the water, watching it with sternness, but did not even mean to jump down to help him.

How can a five-level ability warrior drown in such a small pool?

The original battle did not drown, but he was also uncomfortable. He vaguely felt that he should be a breakthrough, but his body energy was exhausted, and his body was as painful and sour as being crushed and re-sticked.

Simply put, he is now unable to stand up at all, and even he is struggling to look up.

Uh... Hey, did he hear the voice of his priest? The original war looked up and spit out, trying to find silence.

Strictly suppressing the surging of the heart, the old Sama not only went back to the original battle, it seems to pass with the small Sama above.

"You scared my little Samar, bad boy." Old Sama's voice was smiling.

"Sorry, if you didn't bring my people to breed your offspring, I wouldn't come in. I like you, old Samar. Before I met you, I just didn't intend to retaliate against the Fengzu, but after meeting you, I think... maybe we can talk to each other more, what do you like, and I can find a way to get you some in the future." This sentence, it is true and sincere.

“Oh, in the past, the human tribes sent us a lot of strong slaves in exchange for winter food. At that time, many intelligent creature tribes lived on the same land, but also had exchanges, but those few wars. Let everyone completely separate." Old Sama seems to sink into the memory.

Strictly understand that old people like to recall the past. But can you tell me what I want to know first?

"As long as we have land, sunshine, and water, there is nothing else that you want. If you really want to do something for me, then you should cultivate the fruit of witchcraft and transform it into a real son of life. By the time all the longevity will be your friend."

Strictly understand a word: the future is very beautiful, the reality is cruel. So he heard that the good future depicted by Old Sama is still very calm. "I will work hard, not because I promised you, but... How do I cultivate the fruits of witchcraft?"

The original battle finally got up from the water. He saw his priest in the shack, and subconsciously, he walked in the direction of rigor, but he just stood up and he fell back into the water.

I saw it when I saw it.

Old Sama also did not help the meaning of this five-level fighter. It changed the harmony and justified, and said in a very strict tone: "Do not use blood and life to water the fruit of witchcraft, even if it promises to bring you Everything you want in your dreams. The reason why the fruit of witchcraft is called the fruit of witchcraft by the blood of man and God is because it can bring great benefits and good luck to the nourishment."

The heart trembled fiercely.

"The beginning of the Witchcraft fruit has no insults, only the most greedy, most primitive desires/desires. It likes to swallow all the vital things around. Blood is one of its favorite foods. Those human tribes want to get the fruits of witchcraft. The help will often give it what it wants. The former tribes will use a large number of slaves and animals to sacrifice the fruits of the witchcraft and raise them in the blood pool. The fruits of the witchcraft that are raised will become evil and Greed, and human beings will continue to meet its requirements because of the benefits. In the long run, those tribes will eventually be swallowed up by the sorcerer's fruit because of the greed of the witchcraft, and the fruit of the witchcraft will be hungry because of the loss of the breeder. Dead, or killed by an unbearable human."

"The result of the witchcraft in my body is already growing, or is it early?"

"It just broke out. Naturally, there is no early stage of saga. It will only hungry with you and convey to you what it wants. At this time it is not a smart creature, it is barely a seed."

"Only hungry?"

"Correct."

"No, it never yelled at me, it...the dead is talking to me all the time."

"Oh, it’s weird." Old Sama seems to be ignorant. "The fruit of the Witch has obvious ingenuity to communicate with the fosterers, usually in the middle of growth. And I have never heard that it will use the voice of the deceased. Talking to the caregiver, your witchcraft is really not the same as what you have seen before. I was the first to hear that the fruit of the witchcraft will actively reach the caregiver."

The original battle climbed again. This time he could tremble and walk toward the stern, but when he walked to the stone platform, he squatted and squatted directly on the table.

The original hand touched the solemn foot. This feel, this taste, yes, it is silent! The original battle was relieved, and he finally found his priest.

Strictly let him grab his own ankle and decided to reveal a little more detail to Old Samar. "It, the deceased has been telling me that there are monsters chasing him, wanting to harm him, do you think it will..."

The sound of the silence was a little trembling. He held back and calmed down the emotions. He continued: "Do you think there is a possibility that there are two lives in the fruit of this witchcraft, or two... souls, one of which is nothing. I don’t know if I only know the original soul of the witchcraft that satisfies my appetite, and the other is the soul that has been hidden by God and has not dissipated?"

Strictly speaking, the more I feel that my speculation is probably correct, "He is asking for help, saying that he is very scared, saying that the monster is looking for him, then the original soul of the witchcraft will want to devour him. There is this sapling, he likes it very much. Since I got here, the deceased feels safe, saying that the monster has hid, and you said that this sapling can suppress the fruit of witchcraft, then... ..."

"Child, is the deceased important to you?" Old Sama's voice was very gentle.

Suddenly blurred eyes, wiped the face, only to find that he had already burst into tears.

"Yes, he is my dead child. God said that he will return the child to me, but I need to do a lot of good things." If it was the previous silence, people who felt that they would be stupid, but now He almost regarded this as a lifeline.

"You said that the child liked this tree very much?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what tree is this?"

I don’t know if I want to say it, but my heart has moved, and my right hand has once again touched the sapling.

"You said that God promised to return your child to you?" Old Samar suddenly asked.

Nodded harshly.

"Then everything is possible." Old Samar did not say the name of the sapling as he predicted.

There is a strict guide. Even if the guide is proposed, the introduction of this sapling will add 50 scum values, and he is willing. He has an intuition that this tree must be very important for the toot, very important!

This guide was very small, adding his 50 scum value, only five words were given.

When I saw the five words, I was trembled!

"Mer?" The original war called a strict name.