Hearing this, Mo Fan suddenly became more sure of his guess.

He thought about a lot, such as some of the circumstances he had in the first place when he was about to break through from a blue-eyed zombie to a green-eyed zombie.

At that time, he was taken to a tomb by a middle-aged man in a trench coat, and when he woke up, he turned black, which made him feel that something was wrong.

After all, someone made him amnesiac, and now it can undoubtedly be proved that it was the middle-aged man in the trench coat who did it.

And several times after that, this middle-aged man in a trench coat appeared in his impression. And what impressed him the most was the conversation with Mo Fan last time in that zombie village.

Although it was difficult for Mo Fan to remember who was talking to him afterwards, but now he had a little impression in his mind, wasn't it the middle-aged man in a windbreaker in front of him?

It's just that the hair doesn't seem to be so long, and the middle-aged man in the trench coat at that time insisted that Mo Fan would become a bloodthirsty demon god afterwards.

And the tone is still very supportive, and now he has injected the blood of the blood demon into Mo Fan's body, wanting Mo Fan to devour.

Mo Fan couldn't do it anyway, because he knew that if he devoured this evil blood, then his personality and temper would inevitably be affected again.

He was resolute that he could not devour it again, the last time he devoured the blood demon's blood, he had digested it for a while, and the blood of this blood demon was more powerful than that blood demon, and it was even more evil. It wasn't that pure blood, so Mo Fan resolutely resisted.

"Don't you want to devour?" The middle-aged man in the windbreaker asked Mo Fan.

Mo Fan shook his head resolutely and said, "I naturally won't devour it, if you want me to become a so-called bloodthirsty demon god, it's absolutely impossible." ”

The middle-aged man in the windbreaker smiled and said, "It's a pity, this can't tolerate you." ”

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his palm, facing Mo Fan, and then slowly held his palm.

For some reason, at this moment, Mo Fan felt that the blood qi in his body that was suppressed by him suddenly boiled. It seemed to be circling around in his body, wanting to merge into Mo Fan's body.

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists to constantly control the zombie blood in his body to resist, but this power was too strong, and he could no longer prevent the blood qi in his body from merging with the power of his body no matter what.

It was hard for him to believe that the zombie blood in his body was somewhat out of his control.

Immediately after, the zombie blood and the evil blood slowly fused.

Indeed, he could feel that he was getting stronger, and the power of that flesh was indeed absorbed and strengthened by him. But the same evil and violent aura also spread in Mo Fan's body, filling his whole body.

What Mo Fan was worried about was finally going to happen, he was originally worried that after he was filled with this evil force, it would affect his mental character again.

Now it is obvious that after the successful fusion, those extremely negative emotions have finally become a part of Mo Fan's body.

At this moment, Mo Fan unknowingly felt an indescribable anger and mania welling up from the bottom of his heart, and he knew very well in his heart that this was partly due to the influence of the blood demon's power.

But now if you want to control it, it is difficult, or even impossible.

And the middle-aged man in the trench coat on the other side said to Mo Fan with a smile: "Don't you feel angry?" Feeling particularly angry? Kid, don't suppress it, break out. ”

Mo Fan knew very well in his heart that he knew that he should not be angry, angry, or explode at this time.

He was trying to suppress his emotions, trying to keep the last trace of sobriety.

He didn't want to be as the middle-aged man in the trench coat wanted, and he didn't want to be the blackened Mo Fan without any emotion.

The feeling at the beginning, it was enough to experience it once, and he didn't want to experience it again. He didn't want to abandon his friendship with his friends, his love for his lover, and his feelings for everyone around him again.

So he gritted his teeth, widened his eyes, clenched his fists, and used the last of his strength to control his body and control his anger.

Even though the pressure on him was greater and the anger it could bring was greater, he had to stop himself anyway, he couldn't let his anger continue.

Ning Wuxin and ruthlessness, as well as the promise Ni Ba and the little fox demon, looking at Mo Fan's appearance, their hearts were extremely worried.

They understood Mo Fan's state very well at the moment, and they also knew that Mo Fan didn't want to make himself black again, so they were working hard to fight.

But they could only watch like this, but they couldn't do anything more, and even at this moment, they couldn't even achieve the power to say a word, they were controlled by the middle-aged man in the trench coat.

The middle-aged man in the windbreaker looked at Mo Fan, then at Luo Yan and them, and then said to Mo Fan: "It seems that your self-control is quite strong, um~ I have to help you and let you grow." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Luo Yan, then at the little fox demon, and then swept over the ruthless and heartless and Ni Ba's body.

At this moment, Mo Fan seemed to have thought of something, stared at the middle-aged man in the windbreaker and said, "No~No~"

"Isn't it possible? But~~ But, you're not angry enough, why aren't you angry enough? Because you're so angry, why? Why are you so uncompetitive? Because, the frustration you receive is not enough! ”

The middle-aged man in the trench coat suddenly seemed to be angry at this moment, he shouted at Mo Fan and said, and after finishing speaking, he stared at Mo Fan with those sharp eyes.

Mo Fan's body was trembling at the moment, because he was enduring the uncontrollable anger and anger in his body, and he also stared at the middle-aged man in the windbreaker and said:

"So why? Why do you have to make me a bloodthirsty demon god? What's in it for you? ”

The middle-aged man in the trench coat was silent when he heard this, and then he lowered his head and pointed a finger to his forehead, as if thinking.

After thinking for a while, he slowly raised his head and said, "Hey~ This question, I often ask myself, but often in my heart, there are two answers. But either way, the purpose is to make you strong.

Since it makes you strong, what kind of way does it matter? Believe me, anger and hatred can bring endless terrifying power. This is true not only for people, but also for zombies! ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Fan with a smile, and then a hand reached out and slowly reached out towards Na Luoyan.

"The person you love the most is dead and has driven you crazy. I've seen it, so I'll let her help you! ”

The middle-aged man in the trench coat said, pointing his finger on Luo Yan's forehead. A red light flashed, and Luo Yan's eyes also flashed red. Then there was no emotion in his eyes, and there was just killing.

"No~No...... You~ What did you do to her? Mo Fan shouted angrily.

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