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There are circles of cantaloupe with curls all over the body in purple.

It looks like a durian stacked with pieces of shrunken biceps.

Dark red thread banana.

Orange-red watermelon like fire.

There are also fruits that grow into a heart shape and don’t know what they look like.

That's right, the basis for the classification of the above fruits is that they look a bit like the original normal fruits.

The actual object in my hand is simply a strange thing that I have never seen before.

Of course, for the followers, as long as there is nothing special, they can still ignore ordinary poisons.

It's just-with big chunks of edible meat, why bother to test poison?

As a result, the taste is unknown, the safety is unknown, and the seemingly fascinating fruit is thrown aside.

Then, they saw the sky again this morning.

"How can you eat only greasy meat on a refreshing morning?"

"It looks like you are still growing up. You have to eat more fruits to supplement the corresponding nutrients. It will be unhealthy if you always eat only meat."

"Taste? Don't worry, nothing will happen, my instinct is very accurate, and anything that is not poisonous to death can be eaten."

"Huh? You say it is poisonous? How could it be? I said that my instincts are quite accurate. These fruits are basically not a problem."

"Lixiang? Lixiang already has them there. Look, she has eaten them all."

"..."

And so on, like the old mother's orders, he kept beating Xia Ming's eardrums.

Marda, who seemed to regard Xia Ming as her own younger brother, and turned into an elder in vain, persuaded him tirelessly.

Use physical persuasion.

"Hey!"

crop--

Xia Ming couldn't help but fought a cold war because of the flash of the blade.

Then, he saw the top of the prickly coconut split neatly, and the upper part slowly fell to the ground.

"..."

The corners of Xia Ming's mouth twitched.

Is that a hand knife just now?

Is it a hand knife?

Right.

He lifted his forehead and sighed.

Even if that strange coconut is covered with thorns, Xia Ming now can't slap it to pieces.

Whether the follower can do this, let alone.

However, this is completely different from cutting it with a hand knife.

This is more than just a question of what can't be done.

Tarasque was subdued.

"Come on, drink it. This should be coconut milk, but if you feel tingling, remember to spit it out. If you swallow it, you should also spit it out if you feel sick."

"..."

Xia Ming opened his mouth when he heard the words, unable to speak.

Didn't you just say that this thing is not poisonous!

Why do you say such uncertain words now!

And how do you vomit it out after swallowing it?

Spit it down?

Isn't that poisoning!

"What's the matter? Are you worried that you can't vomit out? It's okay, just leave it to me. I will use a special method to make you vomit out at an acute angle."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ming subconsciously covered his stomach, showing an expression like seeing a ghost.

Don't look at me with that gentle look.

"Ahem--"

As if reading the meaning in Xia Ming's eyes, Marda cleared her throat and handed over what was tentatively designated as coconut.

Xia Ming was tangled.

He is not a person who will not reject people, but he does not know why.

Facing Marda who showed her eldest sister's attitude, she had a subtle feeling.

Do you miss your sister?

This is only one day out, obviously I didn't feel any special feeling when I was alone for a few months before.

"Just treat it as your return for borrowing my coat."

Xia Ming's red coat is now Malda's clothes. His pants and shoes were burned by Qing Ji. The white shirt lent to Lixiang was not big enough to cover the key areas that needed to be covered.

As for his own coding, he didn't bother to do that kind of thing all the time.

The bitter Xia Ming took the strange coconut from Malda's hand.

He glanced at the white liquid inside and shook it.

Well, everything is normal, but still completely insecure.

I didn't expect that I would have such a sense of insecurity one day.