"Ming, you're back. Come and have something to eat." It was a beautiful woman who was graceful in manner and decent in speech, just like a Mohist hostess.

This is mo Ming's mother, Tan Ling.

Mo yuan nodded, without a word to a long table, sat down.

This made Tan Ling a little embarrassed, and immediately asked the servant to serve the food.

After Mo yuan sat down, he saw a middle-aged man sitting opposite.

The middle-aged man is wearing a retro suit and combing his hair behind his back. His body exudes the prestige of a superior.

Mo yuan and the middle-aged man are quite similar to each other in momentum.

This is mo Ming's father, Mo dome!

Soon, the servant will eat up, put in front of Mo yuan.

However, he did not start, always staring at the front of the ink dome.

Mo dome for his gaze, also do not care, buried in eating their own millet porridge.

Seeing the rigid confrontation between the two father and son, Tan Ling beside her was at a loss and couldn't find a chance to interrupt.

Recently, she did not know why she did not talk to her son.

However, the only thing that he can do with his family members is to be more cautious in his words.

In several battles with other families, Mo Ming with his own strength, shouldered the heavy pressure and won the victory.

For this reason, the power of Mohist school was transferred to him.

"Ming, listen to Mo Ying, you're going to chop off Zhou's hands today for the sake of his rubbish?" At this time, Mo dome finished eating, clang when a sound, dropped the spoon on the empty plate, the sound of heavy knock on everyone's heart on the field.

At this moment, Mo Ming took the spoon and gently scooped the millet porridge on the plate. "Father, is there anything wrong with what I did?"

Mo dome frowned, coldly staring at Mo Ming, and said, "you should be very clear that the relationship between us and the Zhou family has become very hot. Now their internal contradictions are fierce. Such a result is very beneficial to us! "

"But..." His tone was a little heavier. "After you are so mixed up, I'm afraid that the Zhou family will temporarily suppress the internal contradictions and guard against the Mohist school."

"Oh Mo mington stopped, slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the ink dome lightly, and said, "father, don't you think it's fun?"

"Fun?" Mo dome frowned, looked at Mo Ming suspiciously, did not understand the meaning of his words.

"In any case, the Zhou family is the second most powerful one among the five giants. It would be very boring to pull it down so easily! " Mo Ming picked up his handkerchief and wiped his mouth gently. "I just wanted to make the process more interesting."

The pupil of Mo dome shrinks and stares at Mo Ming's cold and handsome face, as if he wants to see some clues.

However, in this handsome face, in addition to indifference, or indifference.

"Ming, as a father, I give you a piece of advice." Mo dome sighed and said faintly, "you will be in control of Mohist School in no time. Any decision you make will affect the future development of Mohist school. I hope you can make every decision carefully. "

"Now, it's not your time to play!"

"Father, do you think I'll set myself on fire?" Mo yuan picked a eyebrow, hands crossed, pillow in the chin, eyes playfully looking at the ink dome.

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