Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Well, it's a pity, but I'm actually a little more curious about this."

Yu Mo shrugged, and resolutely stopped this topic. He didn't mean to get to the bottom of it at all. Every time he retreated at the moment when Yu Sanshui's bottom line was about to be touched, so as not to make Yu Sanshui completely furious and set off table.

But again, this kind of behavior drove Yu Sanshui a little crazy, and he looked at Yu Mo more and more unkindly.

Before I came here, I was in a good mood.

But after sitting here chatting for a while, the whole person looks abnormal.

However, Yu Mo, who was the person involved, seemed extremely innocent, sitting in a wheelchair harmlessly, smiling at himself.

Even if he really wanted to punch this face with his fist, he still couldn't find a reason to do so.

"Godfather, do you want to hit me?"

Yu Mo suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, looking at Yu Sanshui's eyes, and asked in disbelief.

Yu Sanshui shook his head with a smile: "How could it be!"

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

"Um..."

"This time we're talking about after he came out of Sin City."

Yu Mo pondered for a few seconds and asked again.

Yu Sanshui stood up from the chair at some point: "I always have the feeling that you are desperately taking the opportunity to squeeze out my surplus value, and this feeling is very annoying for an elderly person."

"No, it's very annoying."

Yu Sanshui said lightly.

Yu Mo followed kindness like a stream: "Good godfather, I won't ask any more."

"Then is there anything else you want to ask me?"

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

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

"Yes, I feel your will to survive."

"It seems that you said that you are not afraid of death... There is also a lot of acting."

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

But Yu Mo shook his head seriously: "No, godfather, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of being beaten, including many other things besides death, because I have done too many things, so I understand pain in here."

"Ha ha..."

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, don't you?"

Yu Sanshui asked suddenly, without any logic at all.

"Uh..."

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

"Ha ha..."

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

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

"So ... it's not illegal and it's heartwarming."

"Right..."

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

Then...the back of the head suffered a big hard fight.

"Godfather, I only have one request...don't hit me on the head, my head... works! Ah!!!"

Suddenly, Yu Mo's screams came from inside the tent, which sounded horrific.

When the Confucian scholar in the distance heard the voice, he turned his gaze to the sky and glanced at the situation in the tent, but in an instant, he looked to the sky again, completely ignoring the violence in the room.

Ten minutes later, Yu Sanshui walked out of the room with a relaxed face, arranged his clothes gracefully, and walked to the distance. After a few seconds, he disappeared from the Confucian scholar's sight.

Another half minute later, Yu Mo's feeble roar came from the room: "Confucian scholar!!!"

The Confucian scholar was stunned, his figure flickered, and he appeared in the tent, looking at Yu Mo puzzled.

"Why did you just now!!!"

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

"Support the scene for me!!!"

Yu Mo stared fiercely at the Confucian scholar and asked.

Confucian scholar looked blank: "I can't beat him, I can't protect you, he is one of the biggest enemies I imagined, at least for the time being...I can't be my enemy."

"What's more, I can't die. I have to live to re-imagine you after you die!"

"This is the best protection for you."

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

Yu Mo breathed heavily, and stared fiercely at the Confucian scholar, and only looked away after a long time.

"I remember that you are very capable of resisting blows. Why did you call it so miserable just now?"

This time it was the Confucian scholar's turn to raise his doubts.

Yu Mo barely supported his body, climbed back into the wheelchair, and sat down heavily: "I kept teasing him, prodding him, trying to find out his old self a few times, but he became furious and beat me up, if I was stubborn again Point, if you don’t call out when you’re killed, you’re not happy looking for it!”

"It's just shouting twice, it's not troublesome, but it can make him feel good, and it can save me from hitting me a few times..."

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

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

Confucian scholars, on the other hand, stared impolitely all the time, as if they wanted to record a good life.