Night fell quietly unconsciously, and after Xiong An put the last pile of light fruits in Mo Fan's house, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info has been busy all day and still feels back pain. I don't know what happened to my mentor in the city, but two thousand gold coins is not a small amount.

There was a noise outside, and then the door was pushed open. Mo Fan walked in with a small turtle the size of the restoration cost, as well as a wine sword. Looking at the room full of light fruits, he looked a little melancholy: "Xiong An, you won't pick all the light fruits back, will you?"

"Since it is the teacher's order, how dare I not obey it." Xiong An didn't understand Mo Fan's actions at all at this time, wasn't he ordered himself to pick when he left?

Mo Fan's eyes turned to the other side, and when he saw the flowers as tall as a hill, he wanted to cry without tears: "Xiong An, these flowers are all picked by you."

"Well, I've been picking these flowers for a long time, and my arms still hurt." Xiong An raised his arm as he spoke, as a way to prove that he was not lying.

Without waiting for Mo Fan to reply, the wine sword seemed to smell something. Quickly ran to the pile of flowers, squatted down and put down the jar of wine in his hand, his eyes showed a little doubt: "These are the ones you use to make wine?

"Delusion, what you feel must be an illusion". Mo Fan hurriedly shook his head, such a thing can't be admitted if he wants to be killed. The little secret of making money is told to others, and there will be no way for me to live in the future.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the wine sword took a light fruit in his hand and took a bite, closing his eyes and savoring it: "I can feel it, there is indeed life force in it."

"Is the power of life peculiar? Why do you keep asking this?" Mo Fan subconsciously asked, his eyes full of puzzlement.

The little turtle also blinked, and circled back and forth around the wine sword. The breath of life, what a strange name. Is he talking about the kind of power that his master uses?

Xiong An rubbed his arm and looked the wine sword up and down. Seeing that he was carrying a rusty heavy sword on his back, he was squatting on the ground, and his eyes showed a little curious charm. But because Mo Fan was here, he didn't ask much.

Jiujian nodded heavily, looking at the jar of wine, the question in his heart suddenly dissipated: "Five years ago, I traveled in the Empire of Light and met a strange person. He told me that if I want to recover from my internal injuries, I can only use my life force to nourish them."

"Life force? Mo Fan's lips moved, completely indifferent to what Jiu Jian said.

Jiujian took another bite of the light fruit, feeling the moisture of the life force in the juice: "Easy, if it was really easy, would I have been looking for it all the time?"

"It feels like it's really not easy to hear you say that." Mo Fan nodded, picked up a light fruit, and threw it directly to Xiong An.

Xiong An took the light fruit and showed a bitter gourd face, and secretly ate it for a day, how could he still eat it now. Wine Sword didn't pay attention to their movements, completely immersed in his own thoughts: "Do you think it's easy? Life force, that only exists in legends. Legend has it that only when you reach the god level can you touch this power. I didn't expect that God had eyes, and I really found it."

"The power that can only be touched by the god level? I feel that when you say this, it really has such a charm." Thinking of those skills that existed in his mind, Mo Fan nodded in agreement. Unintentionally looked at Xiong An, and saw that he was at a loss with the light fruit, and his brows gradually wrinkled: "Xiong An, the light fruit is for you to eat, and you have been watching me what I do with the fruit."

"Mentor, can I not eat, this stomach really can't hold it." Xiong An touched his stomach exaggeratedly, and the light fruit in his hand was not put or not.

Mo Fan glanced at it vigilantly, and the light fruit all over the ground: "Did you steal it today?"

"Ah, Mentor, this, this ......". The more Xiong An spoke, the more he stammered, and his tone became lower and lower. Am I considered to be a thief today?

Mo Fan looked Xiong An up and down: "Honestly, how many have you secretly eaten."

"Ten, no, it's fifty, I really only ate fifty, mentor." Under the contempt in Mo Fan's eyes, Xiong An could only answer honestly.

Mo Fan nodded with satisfaction, and slapped Xiong An's stomach violently: "Not bad, fifty light fruits." Did you know that this is the fruit that the Endless Forest uses to satisfy hunger? I really don't know how your belly fits."

"Eating and eating, that's all I can. But Mentor, now I feel like my stomach is really stretching." Xiong An exaggeratedly covered his stomach.

Mo Fan pursed his mouth and deliberately showed a displeased expression: "You still know that you are full, you take the wine sword to go around the woods."

"The woods, it's so dark and you still go to the woods ......". Xiong An secretly looked out of the window, revealing a hint of fear.

Mo Fan looked at the wine sword that kept eating light fruits and pursed his mouth: "Don't go, are you sure you won't go?

He ...... Forget it, let's go." Xiong An looked at the rusty heavy sword behind the wine sword, and his heart trembled. It's not good, but it's probably not very pleasant to cut it on your body.

Seeing Xiong An's promise, Mo Fan immediately looked at Jiujian: "You also ate the light fruit, why don't you follow Xiong An and take a look at those fruit trees." What is not allowed is more beneficial to your internal wounds."

"It makes sense that a fruit tree that can produce fruit full of life force should be extraordinary. Boy, what are you waiting for, why don't you take me to see it." Jiu Jian raised his head and was stunned, reacted instantly, and hurriedly urged Xiong An.

Xiong An hurried out of the house. Jiujian looked anxious, and ran out when he mentioned Xiong An. It was dark in the woods, and when you looked up at the sky, there was nothing but pitch black.

A hint of chagrin appeared on Jiujian's face, why didn't he bring a lamp just now. Mo Fan walked from afar, and with a slight wave of his hand, a green lotus bloomed in the air.

"Life force?". Jiujian looked at the green lotus in the air and closed his eyes slightly, feeling the breath in the woods.

Mo Fan saw the wine sword pondering, and his heart moved. The green lotus in the sky changed from one to two, from two to four. Emerald green rays illuminated the entire forest.

Jiujian slowly opened his eyes, revealing a look of intoxication: "It's so strong life force, I have a feeling." If I can live here for 10 years, my internal injuries will heal."

"Ten or ten years, didn't we say that it would be three years? Mo Fan directly wanted to cry without tears, and he was directly overdone, so he asked Xiong An to come here with a wine sword to do something.

Jiujian was speechless: "Isn't it good to protect you for three years and become ten years to protect you?"

"It's not good, it's not good, big brother, I'm poor, do you know".

"What does this have to do with poverty?".

"It doesn't matter what you call it, ten years. How much does it cost me to eat, drink, and live, but I can't afford it for three years, and you still want to live there for ten years."

"Could it be that the protection of a powerful warrior is not as good as the living expenses of the past ten years in your heart?"

"What's so powerful about your broken sword?"

"You're insulting".

"What is called an insult, I am just talking about the facts."

“......“。 Jiujian was silent, feeling that he was in such a state that he really couldn't communicate.

Mo Fan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Xiong An who was in a daze on the side, and quickly glared: "What do you see, since the matter of the woods is over, why don't you take the wine sword to your house quickly."

"Mentor, mentor...... Me, my family?". Xiong An once thought that he had heard it wrong, how could the person brought by the mentor need to be placed by himself.

Mo Fan spread his hands and pursed his mouth: "You're not talking nonsense, you see that I am poor and white now, how can I afford to support him."

“......“。 Jiujian was speechless again, what is called can't be raised. When did I expect him to be like that?

Xiong An carefully reminded: "Mentor, he is your friend, your friend."

"Less nonsense, that's it. If your parents ask, this is tuition, tuition tuition, do you know?". After Mo Fan finished speaking, he ran quickly to his house without waiting for the two of them to react. A few green lotuses in the sky also gradually dissipated.

Xiong An had no choice but to smile wryly at the wine sword and take him to his home.