The little thing was really tenacious, and three drops of blood went down and came back to life again.

Mo Fengwu threw it casually and said directly:

"Go! Bite him! ”

The man's face darkened suddenly.

And at this moment, the little thing that holds a grudge fluttered and wrapped its teeth and claws around the man's hand again.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, but as soon as he was about to make a move, he only heard Mo Fengwu say:

"Pinch it again!"

The man's hands suddenly stiffened, his lips pursed, and then he snorted coldly:

"Sure enough, what kind of person is it, what kind of thing is raised!"

"It's good to know."

Glancing at the man, Mo Fengwu then continued: "Remember, I cleaned up the ground in a while......"

The man's blood is still on the ground, and it is an eyesore to look at. But as soon as he said this, Mo Fengwu suddenly paused, and then his eyes froze slightly.

But I saw that the mouthful of blood that the man had just been forced to spit out had dried up at this time. Half of it was sucked away by the little thing before, and now there is only a small pool left. And the strange thing is that in the only small pool of blood left, there are some substances faintly mixed in.

Those substances are very small, mixed in the blood, and for a while it is impossible to see what they are.

But the question is, where do these substances come from?

She'd seen it before, but she didn't find anything in the blood...... Wait, could it be because of ......

Thinking of a possibility, Mo Fengwu's eyes flashed. Then he turned his head and just wanted to call the little thing over, but his face suddenly turned dark.

It turned out that just when Mo Fengwu turned around, the man secretly ripped the small thing off his hand. Then press the root of the little thing on the table with one finger so that it can't move, and at the same time use your index finger to flick the leaf of the little thing.

After a while, the man seemed to be quite happy.

The face that has always been cold has rarely eased a lot. And the poor little thing, can't be beaten, can't run, and the leaves, which are not luxuriant, are even more wilted at this time, and they are pitiful to death.

"What for?"

"It's a funny little thing."

The man said casually, the corners of his lips that had always been tightly pursed, slightly curled. As soon as the words came out, he suddenly came back to his senses, and then raised his eyes to look, and suddenly met Mo Fengwu's cold phoenix eyes.

Belch......

The man's hand was beaten. At this time, Mo Fengwu stood up and snatched the small thing from the man's hand.

"Bounce your head, you're funny too."

Then, Mo Fengwu didn't bother to take care of him, took the wilted little thing, and came to the bloodstain just now.

"Suck it again."

The little thing was estimated to be stunned at this moment, and when he heard Mo Fengwu speak, he didn't react. Mo Fengwu turned his head and pursed his lips, then pinched his fingers, and threw a drop of blood over.

I don't know why, it's all blood, but only Mo Fengwu's blood is particularly attractive to small things. Moreover, only the blood of Mo Fengwu can make it sprout and grow leaves.

And at this moment, when the blood fell on the leaves, the little thing shook violently, directly sucked dry, and came to the spirit.

It's just like Red Bull!

However, the little thing is obviously still holding grudges. As soon as he came to the spirit, he waved his leaves at the man with his teeth and claws, quite an endless posture between Lao Tzu and you.

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the little thing, and just wanted to move, but found that Mo Fengwu was glaring at him.

"Get to work!"

Mo Fengwu spoke again, and the little thing gathered the branches and leaves, and then came to the blood stain with small broken steps, stretching out the roots.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the remaining blood stains were also sucked up by the small thing.