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Mo Jiuli, a long-haired disciple of the Mo School, frowned slightly at this time, "Master Mo Yu, I always feel that... this is not very appropriate. Liu Shizi will be furious when he finds out the truth..."

At this moment, Mo Yu was already crying with laughter.

"Furious?"

"Will not!"

"Did you see, Brother Liu, how sad he is now, how happy he will be when he sees me!"

"Why are you so angry?"

As Mo Yu said, she came to the bed and glanced at Brother Liu who was mourning silently through the window.

Immediately retracted furtively.

Squatting under the window, almost out of breath from laughing, he kept patting his thighs.

"Mo Jiuli."

Mo Yu said with a sinister smile, "I have another plan!"

Mo Jiuli paused.

Yesterday I bid farewell in front of Liu Shizi, and today I mobilized hundreds of disciples to hold a fake funeral in front of the statue of the ancestor.

But seeing Mo Yu peeking at Liu Di again, he immediately retracted his head, so excited that he didn't want to.

He rubbed his hands and said, "In a moment, give me a farewell ceremony, and then you let Brother Liu come on stage, and give me a memory speech! Haha! How about it?"

Mo Jiuli's expression was a little unnatural, why not: "I suggest you don't do this..."

"Right!"

Mo Yu tilted his head, frowned and said, "This is still a shortcoming effect."

"Have it!"

Mo Yu clapped his hands suddenly, "I'll put on sackcloth and mourning to cover my face, and then I'll hang out at the funeral and stand beside Brother Liu!"

"Ha ha!"

As Mo Yu said, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "Then, when Brother Liu missed me to the point of grief, I suddenly lifted the mask, Seperus!"

"Ha ha!"

"I'll ask you if you're surprised or not!"

"When the time comes, Brother Liu will definitely jump up on the spot and yell, what a ghost!"

"Ha ha!"

As Mo Yu spoke, he burst out laughing and rolled all over the floor.

"hiss..."

Mo Jiuli took a deep breath, the picture had already flashed through his mind.

A strong, foreboding sense of foreboding followed.

"Master Moyu, this plan... I suggest you think carefully about it."

Mo Yu waved his hand, "Don't think about it anymore, the most important thing in life is to be happy!"

Chapter 698 Touching Friendship

The Mohist disciples in the ancestral hall admired it.

When did Liu Shizi establish such a deep friendship with his family's leader?

He just stood there silently, with his head down, without saying a word, for more than ten minutes.

This great friendship is touching!

I don't know.

Brother Liu is in the perspective, browsing the scene returned from the Seventh Legend of the Iron Emperor.

Iron Emperor Qi, by following the transport plane of the Mo family, went to a top-secret underground base of the Mo family!

at this time.

Iron Emperor Seven is hiding in a section of pipeline on the roof of the base, and can see all the operations under his feet.

Brother Liu in the Mohist ancestral hall.

Fist slightly.

No one heard him, so he cursed, "Moyu, your sister! You like to play dead, don't you? I'll fulfill you in a while, and I'm sure no one will see through it!"

Hula...

The wooden door of the ancestral hall behind Brother Liu was pushed open.

A crowd of Mohist disciples in sackcloth and mourning swarmed in. They all lowered their heads, wore big hoods, couldn't see their faces clearly, and stood around Brother Liu without saying a word, and began to mourn the dead.

"Woooo..."

"Big Mo Yu, you died a miserable death."

Brother Liu turned his head and saw that the voice came from a figure who was obviously shorter than the other disciples.

The man lowered his head, covered his face with a hood, and kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

Brother Liu is very clear.

The body and weight of Mohist disciples are very uniform.

Such a dwarf can only be one person.

Looking at him, the eyes are about to spurt sparks.

But in the end, Brother Liu endured it and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't be too sad."

"Woooo..."

The short disciple turned his head slightly, and covered his face with his big sleeve, "Scholar, you are a good friend of our giant, so please feel sorry for you."

Brother Liu clenched his fists and looked at this man with lightning eyes, "I will!"

The short disciple looked at Mo Yu's appearance, sobbed and said: "Master Mo Yu, in my heart, is the most outstanding Mohist master of the generation. He worked hard, was immortal, approachable, humorous, and romantic. Unfortunately, he died young .”

Brother Liu nodded heavily, "I agree with those four words you just said."

The short disciple covered his face and turned his head, "Which four? Immortal, or suave?"

Brother Liu tilted his head, his eyes flashed fiercely, and said softly, "Die young."

The short disciple suddenly trembled.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, "It can be said, what kind of image does the Mo Yu giant look like in your heart?"

Brother Liu looked up, "Apart from his vulgar and infuriating pranks, he is pretty good in everything else."

"But, I don't think it's fair for him."

Brother Liu said suddenly.

The short disciple was taken aback, "Why is that unfair?"

Brother Liu looked ahead, "Yesterday, he was obviously seriously injured, but he didn't rush to get medical treatment. He even ran to my house and told me a lot of nonsense... He doesn't value himself too much for his behavior like this!"

"Forehead..."

The short disciple twitched and said, "He has always been so affectionate."

"and also."

Brother Liu glanced around, "Mo Yu is a contemporary tycoon, since he passed away unexpectedly, the other tycoons of the Mo family didn't come here. Moreover, the Mo family worked hard to protect Mr. Song. It can be said that they have worked hard. It's fine if Mr. Song doesn't come. The officials didn't even come?"

"Uh... well, they're probably all on the way."

The short disciple covered his face with his big sleeve.

"Ha ha."

Brother Liu let out a long breath and said, "I even suspect that Mo Yu faked his death in order to trick me."

The short disciple straightened up instantly, "That's impossible!"

Brother Liu nodded, "Well, I know it's impossible, if that's the case, this Moyu is too uninteresting, he has the heart to watch me so sad, of course, he must be clear, I want to know that he is not dead , absolutely furious."

"Then, I broke his little arms and legs one by one."

"I might also hang him on the beam and whip him until I'm exhausted. Oh, by the way, with my current physical strength, there may not be a day when I'm exhausted."

"There are also these Mohist disciples."

"Not doing business, but cooperating with Mo Yu to act and deceive me."

Brother Liu clenched his fists, looked at the disciples around him, and continued: "I will call my "Ta Mo Hao" to crush all the Mohist ancestral halls, crush the houses into pieces, and crush the pieces into slag, and then put them on the ground. All the disciples were beaten violently."

I saw the bodies of the disciples trembling faintly.

"Oh, right."

Brother Liu suddenly turned his head, "And Mo Yu's mecha, what's its name?"

The short disciple beside him swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered, "That's called Mozi."

"Ah."

"Yes, Mozi."

Brother Liu said slowly, "I want to crush it like a balloon, that's my wish."

"Ha ha."

"My friend, you really know how to imagine."

I saw the short disciple covering his face with one big sleeve and wiping his sweat with the other, "My friend, tell me, is there a possibility that the giant Mo Yu was suddenly healed by the magical medical technique of the Mo family? Jumped out alive and well?"

"Humph."

Brother Liu narrowed his eyes, "This is impossible. I have checked Mo Yu's body just now, and it must have been completely cold."

"If two days later, Mo Yu really appears in front of me safe and sound."

"That's only one possibility."

Brother Liu suddenly turned his head and said with a ferocious expression: "That is someone who is so bold as to pretend to be a Mohist tycoon. As a citizen of China and a close friend of Moyu, I will be furious. I will definitely break off the little arms and legs of that fake. broken, and then hoisted to the beams..."

The short disciple froze on the spot.

The face under the sleeves turned pale, and the hands and feet were cold, "My friend, I think your reaction is a little too extreme."

Brother Liu shook his head, "No, it's not radical at all, you don't understand how deep my friendship with Mo Yu is!"

The short disciple was dumbfounded, "Ah...this..."

"Cough cough."

Mo Jiuli, with long hair fluttering, came out from the side, coughed twice, and stood in front of Mo Yu's body with a sad expression on his face.

He looked at Brother Liu and was about to speak, but saw the 'little disciple' looking anxious and blinking at him constantly.

Mo Jiuli was puzzled.

The previous plan was to act as the master of ceremonies, invite Liu Di to come on stage, and remember the Moyu giant.

Then the real Moyu popped out suddenly, did he startle Liu Di?

What does he mean by blinking?

moment.

Mo Jiuli realized that he probably thought I was moving too slowly.

Ok.

Immediately, Mo Jiuli said loudly: "Master Moyu suffered an accident, and I feel extremely sad. The Mo family is very grateful for Liu Shizi's presence in person today. Excuse me, do you have any last words that you want to say to Mr. Moyu?"

It was the short disciple who suddenly stretched out his hand.

He said righteously: "Liu Shizi is too sad now, it must be inconvenient to speak, let's finish it soon!"

Mo Jiuli was taken aback, what's the matter?

"convenient!"