What surprised Ouyang Daiyu and Wang Mo even more was that they didn't know if it was because they knew Liu Wentian or for what reason, a bright light flashed in the woman's eyes.

Liu Wentian's expression also showed a touch of unexpected surprise, his brows furrowed slightly, and his slightly deep eyes suddenly emitted a light that Ouyang Daiyu and Wang Mo had never seen.

It's just that after this kind of light, Liu Wentian's expression slowly dimmed.

He felt very familiar with this woman, as if he had known her for a long time, but it seemed that he was actually very strange.

In his mind, there was a face and a figure, but it was very vague, and vaguely, he felt that the woman in purple in front of him was the reappearance of the woman who was a little dreamy.

"Mengdie, is it you?" Liu Wentian was not sure, it seemed that the vague woman in his memory was infinitely close to the woman in front of him, and infinitely far away.

It's just that the woman's eyes, although they are strange, but he quickly does not know or is very familiar with his eyes.

Liu Wentian stabilized his mind and said softly: "Don't move, I'll help you!"

With that, he slowly walked up to the strange plant, stared at it for three breaths, and then reached out again and slowly touched it.

The thick leaves like fire tongs have a very soft touch to the touch, and they seem to move under Liu Wentian's touch, which also makes the woman show a painful expression.

"I don't recognize this plant, however, I feel that it seems to respond to human touch. ”

"It's getting redder and redder now, and it's obviously drinking your blood!"

The woman in purple nodded, and said softly, "I feel that my blood is flowing out!"

"It must be made to stop sucking blood, otherwise, she will die because of the dried blood!" Ouyang Daiyu said quietly: "I suggest that you directly use a sharp weapon to cut it from the root of the plant, so that its upper body is separated from the roots!"

"This is a way, but it is not the best way!" Liu Wentian said softly: "The plants here all have inherent spirituality, perhaps, we should let it let go of her by itself, just like letting the girl girl let go of Wang Mo by herself!"

"However, we don't know how to let it go by ourselves now!" Although Ouyang Daiyu agreed with Liu Wentian's statement, she expressed doubts.

Looking at the sweaty face of the woman in purple, Liu Wentian gently took the soft sword in the woman's hand, and suddenly cut it towards his wrist in Wang Mo's distressed exclamation.

Blood flowed like a spring, spurting out of the pincer-like rhizomes of plants.

The pincer plant seemed to sense the faster blood flow here, and suddenly slowly stretched out three thick red leaves, gently towards Liu Wentian's wound.

The woman in purple suddenly felt that her ankle had been rescued, and with the support of Wang Mo and Ouyang Daiyu, she quickly moved away from the dangerous pincer plant.

It's just strange that the pincer plant didn't clamp Liu Wentian, but as if enjoying his essence and blood, the three-petaled leaves were slowly swaying, like a fiery red life dancing.

Wang Mojiao shouted: "Ask the sky, why don't you let the blood stop?"

"Blood-devouring plant life, if it needs a lot of blood, it is often when it is about to bloom itself, that time should be beautiful!"

Liu Wentian's voice was very soft, and he said this like a person preparing to be martyred.

Wang Mo felt that she was going crazy, this girl, did she want to use her own blood to nourish and fulfill the bloom of life like this tongs?

What is that bloom, flowering, fruiting?

The blood on the ankle of the purple-clothed girl was poured on it by Ouyang Daiyu with the stream water that Wang Mo bathed just now, and it was quickly stopped.

Ouyang Daiyu raised her head and said softly: "This is a very strange person, but you are even stranger!"

"Because we at least know that we are going to enter the Qiankun Sea, but we don't know that there will be an eleventh person in this Qiankun Sea, are you already inside, or are you coming in from the outside?"

The purple-clothed woman's face showed a look of confusion, and she said softly: "I don't know how I got in, when I woke up, it was here, and I don't even know what this place is!"

Ouyang Daiyu looked at the purple-clothed girl's serious eyes and nodded, she knew that from where she was, it was impossible to confirm her origin!

She asked, "And you know him?"

"I don't know it, but it feels very familiar, and it seems to be very strange, that feeling is amazing!" The woman in purple smiled: "However, I like my practice of making life bloom with my body!"

The pincer plant seemed to have drunk the blood, and Liu Wentian's blood actually overflowed.

He quickly withdrew his hand, opened it with the kettle he had carried, and poured out the same water from the stream, and let it pour on his arm, and soon the wound on his wrist condensed.

Liu Wentian was like a father facing his child, staring intently at the pincer plant.

It swayed in the wind, like a woman dancing in three long sleeves, its rhizome had closed due to the sucking of blood, and then, the thick red leaves, suddenly slowly changed color.

From red to golden yellow, as if in the blink of an eye, between the three thick golden leaves, an incomparably green tentacle stretched out at the same time, and they slowly thickened, lengthened, and then intertwined.

As the three green tentacles merged, an incomparably dazzling color suddenly bloomed, a golden glow that was even more golden than a sunflower.

A half-palm-sized thing that looks like a flower and not a flower, and a fruit is not a fruit, appears in front of everyone, which makes people's eyes shine.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, and the corners of Liu Wentian's mouth suddenly showed a touching smile, as if the fruit he cultivated had crystallized.

What's even more surprising is that the fruit is trembling slightly, as if a young girl is nodding to a man she loves.

Is it signaling for Liu Wentian to take it?

Liu Wentian's hand trembled a little, he suddenly gently grasped the golden fruit, he didn't move, the fruit fell off automatically, as if it was natural, it fell into his hand.

"What is this?"

Wang Mo looked at the golden thing in Liu Wentian's hand in surprise, and asked in surprise.

"Maybe, you should eat it!" Ouyang Daiyu looked at the golden thing, her eyes full of a sense of fate.

This life is extremely bloodthirsty, and Liu Wentian cultivated it with his own blood, so it should belong to Liu Wentian. (To be continued.) )