Ye Wuchen was a little curious, why did this bear child have to worship himself as a teacher?

You must know that Mo Xiyan's cultivation is stronger.

In front of Mo Xiyan, he was a crushed existence.

If you are apprenticing, you should also worship Mo Xiyan.

And Mo Xiyan is still his own sister, so she will not be selfish.

However, Mo Ran seemed to despise Mo Xiyan very much.

This made Ye Wuchen curious.

Why, exactly?

The bear child has too many thoughts, even Ye Wuchen can't guess it.

"Because you're as handsome as I am. ”

Mo Ran smiled and raised his little face.

“......”

Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Ran's little face.

Not to mention, this bear child really has the potential to be a little white face.

It's just, is it so shameless at such a young age?

It's obviously better that Lao Tzu is more handsome, but you are just tender at most.

"It doesn't count. ”

Ye Wuchen stared at Mo Ran and shook his head.

If so, he wouldn't have taken this kid as a disciple.

Mo Ran tilted his head and thought about it, and said seriously: "You have the same temperament as me. ”

"Temperament?"

Ye Wuchen pouted.

Do you kid know what temperament is?

As far as the temperament of your bear child is concerned, how can it be the same as the temperament of the Holy Emperor who looks down on the world.

You think too highly of yourself.

In other words, are children all self-centered?

This bear child, why does he say that Ye Wuchen is very similar to him every time.

It's not that he is very similar to Ye Wuchen.

"Where is our temperament like?"

Ye Wuchen rolled his eyes and asked.

"Sand sculptures. ”

Mo Ran looked at Ye Wuchen and said crisply.

"Silly hanging?"

Ye Wuchen is full of black lines.

actually scolded him.

His forehead was bruised.

Shall I kill this bear child?

Mo Xiyan, who was serving the dishes, happened to pass by, and when she heard Mo Ran's words, her laughter trembled.

"Ye Wuchen, my brother said you were stupid, hahaha......"

Mo Xiyan smiled happily.

Ye Wuchen has always been conceited, intelligent, peerless, and unparalleled in the world.

This time, I was scolded stupidly by a child.

She was very happy and gave Mo Ran an appreciative look.

"Sister, is it funny?"

Mo Ran looked at the smiling flowers and branches, and said seriously: "You don't know anything at all, I really don't know what you're laughing at." ”

“......”

Mo Xiyan glared at Mo Ran, his head full of black lines.

What does this little bastard say?

Is this contempt, or discrimination?

Why don't I understand?

Stupid hanging, isn't it stupid?

Ignoring Mo Xiyan, Mo Ran looked at Ye Wuchen and said, "You, like me, have the temperament of a sand sculpture, so I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

Mo Ran was very serious, and his eyes were full of adoration.

Yesterday, when he saw Ye Wuchen playing with Mo Yu, he was shocked.

This is his ambition in life.

He wants to be happy and be a king of sand sculptures.

“......”

The corners of his mouth twitched, Ye Wuchen resisted the urge to beat the bear child, and said, "You have the temperament of a sand sculpture, but I don't." ”

"Well, brother-in-law, you actually have it. ”

Mo Ran said very seriously.

Ye Wuchen's forehead jumped with blue tendons, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't." ”

"You really have. ”

Mo Ran is very serious and unforgiving.

Ye Wuchen's face darkened.

I have your uncle, you are a fucking sand sculpture.

With a gloomy face, Ye Wuchen took a deep breath and threatened: "If you say that I have it, I won't accept you as an apprentice." ”

"Uh, okay. ”

Mo Ran reluctantly compromised, nodded and said, "I'm a sand sculpture, you're not." ”

Mo Xi glared angrily.

This stupid brother actually scolded himself for being a stupid hanger.

I'm really angry with her.

"Whew~!"

The bear child finally stopped talking, and Ye Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the bear child Mo Ran, Ye Wuchen asked, "Say, why do you worship me as a teacher?"

"Because you have—"

Mo Ran wants to say that you have the temperament of a sand sculpture.

Just saw Ye Wuchen's black face, and immediately stopped.

He looked at Ye Wuchen with admiration: "Brother-in-law, you were too powerful yesterday, you played that Mo Yu into a stupid fork, I want to learn this skill from you." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Ye Wuchen excitedly and eagerly.

"Learn this?"

Ye Wuchen was dumbfounded.

This bear kid didn't learn the cultivation of the mental method, but actually wanted to learn this.

It's really different.

Looking at Mo Ran, Ye Wuchen smiled and said, "I can't teach you this, you need to understand it yourself." ”

Joke.

How could Ye Wuchen teach the bear child to be cheap.

This bear child doesn't need to be taught, it's very cheap.

Mo Ran was disappointed and sighed: "It seems that the road of sand sculpture can only be explored by myself." ”

"I'm not going to give up, though. ”

Mo Ran raised his head, clenched his small fists, and was high-spirited.

Ye Wuchen and Mo Xiyan were speechless.

Sand sculpture, if you are happy.

After breakfast, Mo Xiyan hid in the room.

This made Ye Wuchen very surprised, is the old devil a retreat cultivation?

It's all catching up with themselves—

Bah.

It is a big realm of crushing.

Now, this old devil is still cultivating so hard.

This made Ye Wuchen a little anxious.

If you don't work hard to cultivate, I'm afraid you won't want to turn over for the rest of your life.

Ye Wuchen also went to cultivate, and by the way, he made alchemy.

The Great Elder's Annex.

"Yu'er, is it arranged?"

Mo Wen looked at Mo Yu.

He was very relieved about this eldest son.

But this matter is important, and he still doesn't feel comfortable asking.

"Dad, don't worry, it's all arranged. ”

Mo Yu looked confident and chuckled: "In addition, I also invited the sons of those families. ”

These days, those families have lost a lot.

They had long been jealous of Shangmo Yutang.

Of course, it's not just jealousy, it's greed.

Moyutang has a top-grade Gathering Spirit Pill, which is profitable.

How they don't covet.

"What do you ask them to do?"

Mo Hong looked at Mo Yu puzzled: "This is the matter of our War King's Mansion, what are we doing to let these outsiders in?"

In Mo Hong's view, Mo Yutang is a huge profit.

It's also in their pockets.

So, how could Mo Hong be willing to share his money with others.

"Hong'er, your eldest brother is right. ”

Glancing at Mo Hong, Mo Wen explained: "Those few families originally coveted Moyutang, and sooner or later they would do it, and at this time, Yu'er invited them, which can be regarded as a favor." ”

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

The War King's Mansion is not as good as before, and it can't hold this hen that lays golden eggs.

In this case, it is better to be a favor.

In this way, it can not only retain some of the benefits, but also resolve the crisis, and even make friends with several major families, so that the War King's Mansion can gain a firm foothold in Qishan City.

Therefore, Mo Wen is very pleased with Mo Yu's approach.

Although Mo Yu is young, he is getting more and more sophisticated.

"I see. ”

Mo Hong suddenly realized, and looked at Mo Yu with admiration: "The wisdom of the eldest brother, the younger brother admires." ”

"Little brother?"

At the mention of the little brother, the corners of Mo Yu's mouth twitched.

He thought of Ye Wuchen's bastard.

The city mansion he had raised for many years was almost broken by Ye Wuchen.

However, he also thought of Mo Huang.

Mo Yu frowned and said, "The third brother doesn't know where to go, he hasn't come back overnight." ”

It's not a good thing to stay at night.

Mo Wen frowned, and said with some anger on his face: "Leave him alone, this bastard thing, it's better to die outside." ”

What he explained, Mo Huang not only didn't do it, but also went to spend all day drinking.

It's okay now, and I don't want to go home at night.

Come to think of it, Mo Wen is furious.

Seeing that their father was angry, Mo Yu and Mo Hong didn't dare to say more.

In the remote corner of the War King's Mansion, under the well where the big stone town lives.

"Who's going to save me!"

Mo Huang cried, and his voice was hoarse.

He fainted, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the mouth of the well was covered with a large stone.

He couldn't push, and he had been freezing in fear all night in the well.

"Who's going to save me, I'm so hungry. ”

Crying hoarsely, Mo Huang burst into tears: "I don't want to drink water, I want to eat." ”

Water in the well, Mo Huang's tears!