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Chapter 131 Chapter 131
Yan Mo saw that Yuan Zhan was not among them, and wondered if the Maple Clan planned to use Yuan Zhan as the last threat, in case he would not leave the Black Forest or do something to harm the Feng Clan.
For this reason, he did not ask specifically, pretending not to know the plan of the Feng Clan, and only waited for the 28 soldiers to recover their thoughts before asking the whereabouts of that person.
This can be regarded as being clever or being mistaken by cleverness. Sometimes people really can't think too much.
And the unlucky Yuanzhan didn't know that the priest of his family could suddenly turn things around, and he could be rescued without him working so hard. At this time, he was fighting with his body underground.
Yan Mo didn't even know that Yuan Zhan was fighting with him, he was still waiting to see how Sama would recover the 28 soldiers.
Nazar fetched something, bypassed Yan Mo, and handed it to Sama personally.
Sama told Yan Mo to step back and was very wary of him.
But Yan Mo wanted to watch, he approached Sama, and Sama pointed at him, "~You, stay away~"
"~I just want to see what you are doing, I am worried about my people~" Yan Mo did not move.
"~ I said that the people who can recover you will definitely be able to recover. This is the secret of my clan, I can't show it to you~" Sama probably hasn't secretly made the concept of hands and feet, and speaks very straightforwardly.
Yan Mo thought that the original battle was still in the hands of the opponent, and there were still many things to ask for, so he didn't continue to force it.
It is not good to always threaten others with force. If you change to him, you will be constantly threatened. Even if you don't make trouble, you will never make the other person comfortable.
Although Sama told him not to show it to him, there is really no secret to its movements. It did not make any cover, and in front of Yan Mo, it stuffed the twenty-eight soldiers with black seed-like objects. In the mouth.
That'll be fine? If this is the case... Yan Mo's greedy heart suddenly rises, he wants those so-called dead seeds.
Sama stretched out a branch to Nazha, and there was no sound between the two trees, but Yan Mo felt that they were communicating.
Sama returned to the small island in Tanzhong, and gradually sank into the tree.
Nazha and the maple tree people put Bing and others into the pool respectively.
"~So they won't drown?~"
No one cares about him.
Yan Mo touched his nose, he seemed to be hated by the trees.
I don't know if it is an illusion. Since the 28 soldiers were thrown into the water pool, the golden light in this valley has become more vigorous, and even the body of Sama in the center of the island has become a little dazzling.
Did Sama do something?
Yan Mo tried his best to look under the water pool, but this water pool was also interesting. The water color was distinct. The upper level water was very clear, but when it reached the middle level, it became green and there was nothing to see below.
Nazar walked to Yan Mo's side, but didn't get too close either.
Yan Mo guessed that it might have known something from their Sama.
Nazha was obviously unhappy and said: "~It takes time to restore your people. When the sun rises tomorrow, your people will be able to recover. During this time, you can't stay here, you come with me~"
Yan Mo folded his arms and suddenly smiled, "~Pay attention to the tone of your speech, Brother Feng Clan. Again, don't forget, you captured my clan first, and used their bodies and lives to nurture your offspring. , You should help me restore their vitality, unless you want me and my people to be your enemies~"
Before Nazha spoke, the maple tree people heard around him started making noise.
Nazha made a long and deep sound, and the trees quieted down.
"~You have the blood of the longevity clan, as long as you don't take the initiative to attack us, we won't become enemies with you~" Nazar's attitude softened.
Yan Mo also went downhill. He only had to let the other person know that he was not a good soft persimmon. "~ I respect your secrets and your life habits. If you change to any other human beings to see you treat them like this Clan people, that clan will inevitably be at odds with the Feng clan. I think you know this very well in your heart~"
"~Remember your promise, human. Come with me~"
promise? Did he promise anything? He said respect, but he didn't say he could accept it. But as long as the Maple tribe doesn’t treat the people of the Jiuyuan tribe as prey, he doesn’t care how the Maple tribe cultivates their offspring-are there few trees cut by humans and beasts they eat? Everyone just wants to survive.
Nazar took him back from the original road, but halfway through, he turned into a narrow fork.
The sidewalk is getting lower and darker as it goes, and the moss glowing on both sides of the path becomes more and more conspicuous.
There was the sound of water in front, and about an underground river was flowing from below.
Yan Mo raised his head to look at the sky. The original line of sky is no longer visible. It is full of interlaced stalactites and protruding rocks.
Nazar seemed to lead him into a group of underground caves.
"~You stay here tonight, and tomorrow I will come and take you out~"
Yan Mo laughed, "~This is not like a place for hospitality~"
"~We don't want to be your enemy, but you are not a guest either~"
Yan Mo discovered a major characteristic or shortcoming of the Feng Clan. They spoke too honestly and directly, even doing things like this. Replaced with humans, knowing that they cannot offend the other party, do not give the best treatment, and will not put people in the dungeon like prisoners. No one will want to offend a powerful just because of poor hospitality. enemy.
However, Nazar and Sama directly reflected their fears in their actions. They were afraid of him, so they locked him up and completely separated them from the Feng Clan.
Nazar left that sentence and left, walking in a hurry.
Yan Mo was completely speechless. At any rate, you left me with some dead twigs and hay to make torches. With such a black light, I can't even walk, okay?
Would Yan Mo be the one who stayed in a place like a dungeon and waited for his master to release him? Besides, there is no door to block him in this cell.
As soon as Nazar left, Yan Mo also raised his heels and walked out, but after a while, he found that...he was fooled!
Those cunning treemen!
Regardless of whether the treants deliberately or not, they cannot hide the fact that he has lost his way!
He thought he was walking out the same way, and he specifically followed the glowing moss, and noted the direction that Nazza was going back, but as he walked, he found that there were more and more glowing moss around him, definitely more than he was. There were many more times when entering this underground cave, and he realized that he had gone the wrong way.
But when he wanted to go back the same way, he found that he couldn't find the way anymore. There are many similar passages in this cave, and if he took the wrong one, then you don't want to return to the right path.
Very well, the wild goose was blinded by the geese all day long. Thinking that people are straightforward is honest, thinking that people are straightforward is not being foolish, the result?
Yan Mo sneered in his heart and called to the nearest Bee Guard.
get lost? As long as he has the Bee Guard on him, he will never get lost!
When he first met the tree man, he let the red wings and flying thorns that he was carrying with him temporarily leave him. The pirate bees had already reported to him that their poison was useless against those treants. In that case, leaving the red wings and spurs only increased their own casualties.
Although Red Wing and Flying Thorn left him, they didn't fly far. Those treants are probably already used to the various creatures in the Black Forest. Seeing that there are a group of eater bees in the territory, there is no direct threat to them, nor did they care.
Yan Mo stayed in place after calling out, waiting for the bee guards to pick him up.
At this time, he had a leisurely look at his surroundings.
There is nothing beautiful in the cave, there is no light shining, and the strange and wonderful stone scenery is not shown. The brightness of the underground moss is not enough, so that people can barely see the road underfoot.
The cave was very humid, and the underground river sounded endlessly, but the river was nowhere to be found.
"who are you?"
Yan Mo's body solidified, and he heard a voice directly in his head.
Very normal voice, not singing.
It has been a long time since he had a normal conversation, Yan Mo felt very cordial when he heard this voice.
Audition?
"There has never been a human being here. You are a human... Huh? You... my child, come closer and let me see."
Ding! Yan Mo's eyes lit up. Underground caves, dark spaces, unidentified voices, and a kind child, what do all this mean?
Yan Mo was very busy during his lifetime and seldom read novels, but anyone who has a little contact with society will know the classic routines for the protagonists in such novels and movies to get adventures.
"Where are you? Who are you?" Yan Mo slowly turned around and looked around with his eyes wide open.
It's a pity that no matter how wide his eyes are, he can only see a little shadowy stone.
"I'm the previous generation of Feng Clan Sama, child, don't be afraid, I'll take you over." With the voice in his head, a cane with a thin arm stretched silently over Yan Mo's waist.
Yan Mo clenched the scalpel the moment the cane touched him.
But the rattan just touched his skin, and it shrank back.
At the same time, Yan Mo felt a fierce impact in his lower abdomen, and the seed of the undead tree was even more excited than seeing Little Sama.
Yan Mo covered his stomach and frowned fiercely.
"Old Sama?" Yan Mo asked tentatively.
After a while, the voice sounded in his head again, "Unexpectedly, you actually brought the fruit of witchcraft, and you can let it grow directly in your body."
"Do you know the fruit of witch luck?" Yan Mo was surprised. He still heard Yuanzhan talk about his experience of going to see the sun worship clan with Xi, and then guessed that the eight achievements in his belly were the big witch of the Yi clan and the witch capital of the sun clan clan. The fruit of witch luck that you want.
The voice in my head seemed to be laughing, "Of course I know that when I was young, a dozen human tribes and bloodline tribes fought a war for it."
"The Blood Tribe?"
The voice really laughed, "It is the humanoid tribes in your human mouths, human fish, dwarves, giants, and the worms living underground, and some intelligent creatures of the same blood also joined the war."
"Old Sama, can you tell me about the fruit of witchcraft? I don't know much about it." Yan Mo couldn't help using honorifics, and the voice made him want to respect from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, his thoughts also changed. He didn't think that the tree of people was going to harm him. If they really wanted to harm him, how could they bring him to the place where the old Sama was. Hmm, but maybe they want old Sama to watch him?
"Papa." Yan Mo heard the sound like a whip hitting the wall.
"Wow." It's like a lot of rocks are rolling off the rock wall.
"Come here, kid, come here." As the voice came, Yan Mo saw a cluster of light.
Slightly yellow and very soft light.
Yan Mo walked over without hesitation.
Drilling into the broken stone wall, Yan Mo saw a small water pool. There was a huge boulder in the middle of the pool, and a small sapling grew on the boulder.
And the soft light radiated from the young sapling.
"Go to the boulder." The voice pointed him.
"Is that you?" Yan Mo didn't move.
"No, that's a little baby who can make the little things in your belly a little more honest." Old Sama laughed again, "When I saw you, I remembered when the human tribes used shells to exchange food with us, but What use do we want shells?"
"Have you been to the beach?" Yan Mo was slightly excited.
"No, you are wrong. I used to live by the sea, but the battle..." Old Sama did not go on, but asked Yan Mo again: "Sit on that rock, don't be afraid, it won't treat you It will hurt."
"Where are you? Why do I think you are speaking in my head? Why can you understand me if I don't sing?" Yan Mo slowly walked into the pool. The pool was not deep, only reaching his knees.
"Hehe, if you can come here, you must have met the children of my Maple tribe, and you have also seen Xiao Sama, right?"
"Yes."
"It seems that you make them feel scared, and make them feel that you stay outside will pose a threat to them, otherwise they will not let humans come here." Old Sama was laughing, "They are afraid that you think you are in your stomach. The fruit of witch luck 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?"
Old Sama jumped back to his original question: "I remember that those humans couldn't understand us. Later I found that they couldn't understand songs. Later they could understand, but we still didn't understand humans. If you say it, this is very bad for our Feng Clan. I thought for a long time to find out the reason. Unfortunately, only I can talk to you without singing. I don’t think you want me to sing to you all the time. Huh? Haha!"
"father!"
Yan Mo thought he had heard it wrong, and mistakenly heard Old Sama's haha laugh as his father, but when he was about to touch the rock, the same sound as the dudu sounded again: "Dad!"