Chapter 1200: He likes to be a grandson

"Although it doesn't do me any good to do this, I'm just cool!"

"Have a good game of chess, let him play the same !! as a child"

Whenever the old white ape mentions this, he gets angry.

What he is looking forward to is two people standing on the chessboard, playing with each other, mountains and waters, and extraordinary temperament!

As a result, inexplicably, playing and playing, it became what it is today.

fell by himself, Yu Mo did not fall, not only did he not fall, but he also said that his son was his.

"Wait a few days, activate the three shadows, and create rumors within the Terrans for me."

"Let's just say that Yu Mo likes a sixty-year-old aunt, the older the better!"

"Love being a grandchild!"

"Yes, what to say, he was actually raised by four rich women, so he can thrive in the human race."

"These four rich women are very old, very fat, very ugly, exaggerate to me!"

"Anyway, his current reputation is believed by others."

The old white ape's face was full of joy, and there was a kind of posture of flipping the table and not playing, just to be refreshing.

"yes, I see."

The young white ape nodded slightly, his expression a little strange.

In its impression, its uncle never acted rashly.

"By the way, have you sorted out the information for the rest of your life?"

As if something suddenly came to mind, the old white ape then said.

"Hmm."

"Now that our high-level secrets within the Terran have been swept away, we don't know much about some secret information."

"What I can summarize is all the information that is made public for the rest of my life within the human race."

The young white ape spoke slowly, and summarized the news he had gotten, and said it as concisely as possible.

The old white ape listened to the information thoughtfully.

"Sin City identity, suspected of being awakened..."

"The rookie king of the 140th class of the Ink Academy."

"Poor driving skills."

"But it's the Four-Striped Cloud Lord... The matter of Ten Thousand Poisonous Fruits, including the Barbarian City, and even the exercises, all of these things occupied a very heavy role in the rest of their lives, but they never spread within the human race. ”

"It seems that Yu Mo wants to hold back a big move at the inauguration ceremony for the rest of his life."

"It's a pity that such an important occasion can't be disturbed, it's really uncomfortable!"

The old white ape looked a little regretful and shook his head slightly.

"Don't pay attention to the direction of the Terrans for the time being."

"Over the course of the year, the Protoss has received more and more loans, and the creditors... It's time to repay the debt, and I believe that when the time comes, there will be some chaos. ”

"I'm going to harvest the fruit too."

The old white ape shook his head with a smile and slowly got up.

"Don't forget that poem!"

"Be sure to read it to me full of emotions, the more numb the better!"

The old white ape stood beside the young white ape, patted it lightly on the shoulder, and then passed over it, walked into the distance, and finally disappeared.

"The leader of the light group loves to release birds..."

The young white ape stood alone in place, muttered to himself the impromptu poem made by the old white ape, shivered, and left silently.

……

Two days later.

"Are you ready?"

"Tsk, I didn't expect to wear formal clothes, it's quite handsome!"

"It's worthy of being my younger brother, in terms of appearance, like me!"

Yu Mo kept looking at the rest of his life standing in front of him, and he was amazed.

And the rest of his life still maintained an expressionless face, wearing a black suit, and looked at Yu Mo.

"Didn't I remember you learned to laugh before?"

"Do you want to laugh at the inauguration ceremony?"

"Forget it, lies will be revealed sooner or later, you better keep a straight face, hero, be cold, it's normal!"

"I wonder if there are any other questions..."

Yu Mo thought about it seriously, and finally shook his head: "Everything is ready, it's perfect!" ”

At this time, they were at the headquarters of the Ink Pavilion, and an entire floor was set aside for the press conference.

Announced by the official account of Moge, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan personally appeared to say the word, and they tossed for two days, so far, it has been hyped to the extent that everyone knows it within the human race, and everyone is paying attention to this special handover ceremony.

The previous pavilion master did not break through the Nine Jue, did not die in battle, and was intact, handing over the position of the pavilion master, which is an unprecedented precedent.

Moreover, the person who took over as the master of the Moge Pavilion was only 24 years old!

Although he is a genius and has had certain merits, at least looking at the information on the surface, there are many people in the human race who have greater merits than him.

This is also the point where they have been criticizing and criticizing the rest of their lives.

It's just that when they talk about the rest of their lives, they are still a little restrained, after all, no matter what, the rest of their lives are human races, and they have made many contributions.

But they are still not very optimistic about this handover ceremony.

Including in the live broadcast room that opened early, the barrage has never been broken.

"We need an explanation!"

"It won't be Yu Mo's bastard again!"

"Heh, when he takes office, as long as he kills Yu Mo, I don't care if he has merit or not, I admit it to this Mo Pavilion Master!"

"Agreed!"

"I still hope that Moge will give a reasonable explanation for this, otherwise we can't accept it."

One barrage after another keeps swiping the screen to express their attitude.