"Okay, alas, but I'm a little more curious about it."

Yu Mo shrugged his shoulders and decisively stopped the topic, without the intention of getting to the bottom of it at all, every time he was about to touch Yu Sanshui's bottom line, he withdrew and retreated, so as not to make Yu Sanshui completely angry and flip the table.

But in the same way, this kind of behavior made Yu Sanshui a little crazy, and his eyes towards Yu Mo became more and more unkind.

Originally, I was in a good mood before I came.

But after sitting here and chatting for a while, the whole person didn't look normal.

But Yu Mo, who is the party concerned, seems extremely innocent, sitting in a wheelchair harmlessly and smiling at himself.

Even if he wanted to punch this face, he couldn't find a reason to make a move.

"Godfather, you want to hit me?"

Yu Mo suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, looked at Yu Sanshui's eyes, and asked a little incredulously.

Yu Sanshui smiled and shook his head: "How come!" ”

"Then can we continue to talk about the rest of our lives?"

"Hmm..."

"This time we're going to talk about him after he came out of Sin City."

Yu Mo pondered for a few seconds and asked again.

Yu Sanshui didn't know when he got up from his chair: "I always have the feeling that you are desperately trying to take advantage of the opportunity to squeeze my surplus value, and this feeling is very annoying for a very old person." ”

"No, it's a special annoyance."

Yu Sanshui said lightly.

Yu Mo is as good as flowing: "Okay godfather, I won't ask." ”

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"

Yu Sanshui walked to Yu Mo's side, put a hand on Yu Mo's shoulder, patted it gently, and asked softly again.

Without any hesitation, Yu Mo shook his head: "Not at all!" ”

"Yes, I feel your will to live."

"It seems that you said that you are not afraid of death... There's a lot of performance to it, too. ”

Yu Sanshui nodded with satisfaction, and expressed sarcasm to Yu Mo by the way.

But Yu Mo shook his head with a serious expression: "No, godfather, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of being beaten, including many other things besides death, because there are too many things that I have done, so I understand the pain here." ”

"Hehe..."

Yu Sanshui just chuckled a few times and didn't speak, but his footsteps moved slightly, and he walked behind Yu Mo.

"You call me godfather, right?"

Yu Sanshui asked suddenly, there was no logic at all.

"Uh..."

Yu Mo instinctively sensed the slightest bit of something wrong and didn't answer, but when Yu Sanshui took the initiative to ask this sentence, it was already too late.

"Hehe..."

"It is only natural for a father to beat his son."

"What's more, I'm not beating you, it's just a father's expectation of his son..."

"So... It's not illegal and it's full of warmth. ”

"Right..."

As the flat voice fell, Yu Mo felt that his body was suddenly restrained in place, completely unable to move.

And then... The back of the head was hit with a big sturdy fight.

"Godfather, I have only one request... Don't hit me in the head, my head... Useful! Yes!!! ”

For a while, Yu Mo's terrible screams came from inside the tent, which sounded terrible.

Hearing the voice, the Confucian in the distance withdrew his gaze to the sky and glanced at the inside of the tent, but in an instant, he looked at the sky again, completely ignoring the violence in the room.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Yu Sanshui walked out of the room with a comfortable face, elegantly tidied up his clothes, and walked into the distance, and after a few seconds, disappeared from the field of vision of Confucius.

Another half a minute later, Yu Mo's weak roar came from the room: "Confucianism!! ”

Confucian Sheng was stunned, his figure flickered, appeared in the tent, and looked at Yu Mo puzzled.

"Why did you !! just now?"

"Don't come in, be my bodyguard !!"

"Prop up the scene for me!!"

Yu Mo stared at Confucius viciously and asked.

Confucius looked dazed: "I can't beat him, I can't protect you, he is one of the biggest enemies I imagined, at least temporarily... I can't be an enemy of that. ”

"What's more, I can't die, I only have to live to reimagine you after you die!"

"That's the best way to protect you."

Confucian Sheng's words were taken for granted, and he choked back all the remaining questions of Yu Mo.

Yu Mo breathed heavily and stared at Confucius viciously, before retracting his gaze after a long time.

"I remember that you are very good at resisting blows, why did you scream so badly just now?"

This time it was the turn of Confucian to raise his doubts.

Yu Mo barely supported his body, climbed back into the wheelchair, and sat down heavily: "I kept teasing him, stimulating him, and tried to turn out his old bottom several times, but he was annoyed and angry, and beat me, if I am more stubborn and don't shout to death, isn't it unpleasant to find it!" ”

"It's just a shout, and it's not troublesome, but it can make him feel very cool, and it can save me a few hits..."

He said in a flat voice, once again returning to the image of a calm and calm wise man.

Of course, the premise of all this is not to look at his blue nose and swollen face.

Confucianism, on the other hand, always stares impolitely, as if he wants to record a good life.