Chapter 297

Mo Dayan

Thank you. I chose to die.

He sympathized with Yu Zhujun and Yu Wuji more and more. From childhood to adulthood, how did he confront his father with such wonderful clothes all the time without being blind?

Yu Zhujun is OK. He is a wild boy and runs everywhere every day.

Pitifully, Yu Wuji, as the eldest son of the Yu family and the first man of the Xuanwu academy, lives in the academy every day. He has to listen to president Yu's lectures in class. After class, he has to face president Yu when he comes home.

Mo Yan suddenly figured out a thing.

It's no wonder that Yu Wuji always likes to wear plain white clothes. He was tortured by his own father, and things turn to extremes!

"Mo boy, we've known each other for more than ten years." President Yu looked at him sincerely and said, "today I want to tell you something heartfelt."

Mo Yan's face was expressionless, but his forehead was blue.

Bad hunch.

Sure enough——

"Isn't my baby fish cute?" President Yu's round eyes are full of complaints.

"Not cute."

"Won't your conscience hurt when you say that?" Dean Yu slapped the table.

"No, thank you." Indifference

"Return my fish!" President Yu smashed a table.

Mo Yan gave him a dead fish eye.

Dean Yu was so angry that he was wronged: "you are like bamboo, you are all bear children! No wonder we can play together

He has a little bamboo in his house. It's a bright bear.

Mo boy, this is a bear in the dark, stuffy and bad, with a cold appearance on the surface. In fact, it's not worth the life.

"You made all the noise just now. You even tianyanfeng." After all, Dean Yu was a kind-hearted man. He soon recovered and said, "your cultivation now should have reached the peak of Zifu period. You have the fighting power of Zifu period."

"Well." Mo Yan didn't deny it.

"Well, you are only eighteen years old!" President Yu felt that Mo Yan's talent was so strong that he was abnormal.

Never chatting, the three words of eighteen are Mo Yan's thunder.

Little Momo just dislikes that he is too young to be 18 years old!

Just want to raise him as a son!

Eighteen = little = son

The more you think about it, the more angry you are.

Mo Yan's handsome face sank down and became more and more black: "age is not what I can control."

If he can, he would rather choose thousands of years old or tens of thousands of years old, just like little Momo. Even if he is not a human being, it's good to be a demon.

"Age is your advantage." President Yu obviously didn't understand Mo Yan's depression, and said another important purpose of his trip, "do you want to come to our Xuanwu college and make a vice president? All the seats are reserved for you. "

18-year-old vice president.

In the history of Beilan Kingdom, it has never been.

Only Mo Yan can afford it!

Mo Yan frowned and his lips moved like a thin blade.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse!" President Yu quickly put out a hand to stop him and said, "there are many benefits. First of all, the position of vice president will bring you a lot of convenience, and the royal family will also give you a little bit of face."; Secondly, next month is the entrance of new students, bamboo promised me that I would go, you two go to college together, good

Mo Yan's face sank.

First, his revenge action is no longer suitable for being only in the dark. It should be changed from the dark to the light. The identity of the vice president is indeed beneficial and harmless.