Chapter 1425

"It's time?"

Zhao Xu paused and squinted at Mo Xiujin. "What do you mean? What the hell are you doing?"

Eukins in front of the screen. Yan Hejie was also confused.

They looked at each other and saw doubt and curiosity in each other's eyes.

Jie frowned and stared at the little figure on the screen without blinking. He hummed coldly, "what kind of tricks do you want to play, boy?"

In his opinion, eukins. The task assigned by Yan had no other way but to really do what he said.

Especially from the perspective of Mo Xiujin.

As long as he refuses to finish the task today, eukins. Yan will weigh his weight here again. Mo Xiujin can't think clearly about these two consequences.

But now he has no idea of completing the task. Second, he doesn't mean to refuse the task. He also talks about when it's time

As a man who can always easily see through people's hearts, Jie knows that although he is not as good as eukins. Yan is powerful, but it's enough to deal with a little fart child, but Mo Xiujin broke his self righteousness again and again.

Eukins. Yan chuckled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "who knows? Just keep looking."

For Mo Xiujin's surprise, he was more patient than Jie.

Castle top.

Mo Xiujin yawned lazily, cocked up the finger just wrapped up by Zhao Xu and hooked the little beggar at will.

The little beggar had just finished eating chocolate. His hard feeling of satiety and the sweet taste still left in his mouth made him subconsciously regard the person waving to him as his "owner".

For the stranger who suddenly appeared in front of him, his inner fear was certainly there, but he couldn't resist the bursts of hunger in his stomach.

Foraging is human nature.

When a person who is extremely hungry suddenly puts a steamed bread in front of him, even if half of it may be poisonous, people usually gamble.

Isn't it 50 percent?

The little beggar looked at Mo Xiujin. He was willing to bet.

He swallowed his saliva, supported himself with all his strength, stood up and slowly moved to Mo Xiujin.

Mo Xiujin hooked his lips and stretched out his hand to help him untie the rope.

Just as his hand moved, the other hand appeared out of thin air and tightly clasped his wrist.

Zhao Xu looked puzzled. He was still angry in his eyes. He pressed him hard and said, "what are you doing, Mo Xiujin? Our task is not to let him go!"

"Hiss."

Mo Xiujin sneered and looked at the hand pressing his wrist. With a slight lift of his eyelids, his cool eyes went straight to Zhao Xu, "don't fuck dessert, you. As for me, I can't even understand a word."

Then he shook his wrist and shook off Zhao Xu's hand.

Obviously Zhao Xu is the one who looks down on him. His momentum should be stronger than Mo Xiujin.

However, as long as a pair of eyes, Mo Xiujin will always dominate everything.

Mo Xiujin didn't care about him anymore. He untied the rope on the little boy's hand and whispered a few words in his ear.

The next moment, Zhao Xu saw the little boy suddenly open his eyes and looked at the man opposite him strangely.

He frowned and asked, "what did you tell him?"

Mo Xiujin untied the rope and whispered. He always felt that the "task" would follow his instructions and escape the next second.

It's the two of them who are going to die.

"It has nothing to do with you." Mo Xiujin yawned, put down a sentence at leisure, caught a glimpse of Zhao Xu's ugly face, thought and added, "don't you want to finish the task?"

Zhao Xu nodded, "yes."

Mo Xiujin pointed to the farthest corner of the wall: "stand there."

As he glanced in the direction of his fingers, Zhao Xu's face suddenly became darker.

"Mo Xiujin." He glared at the fooler, biting his teeth and holding his airway, "don't go too far."

He felt that he had endured Mo Xiujin enough. But he turned him out to be a background board!

I don't think he's in the way.

Mo Xiujin looked at him and said faintly, "if you want to complete the task, just listen to me, or you'll come by yourself. I don't care."

It's completely fearless.

What can Zhao Xu do?

He was so angry that he clenched his fist and trembled all over, but he couldn't spit a word.

No one can compare with Mo Xiujin.

If he can do this task by himself, the ghost will wait for him here for so long in vain and urge him from time to time.

"Hurry up." But Mo Xiujin also added fuel to the fire, raised his chin to him, "stand over quickly and don't waste time."

Zhao Xu squeezed his fist hard, raised his hand and pointed to Mo Xiujin across the air. He hated and said, "Mo Xiujin, you'd better have a way today, otherwise..."

Otherwise, he will return the punishment he will receive to Mo Xiujin twice.

"Tut, don't be wordy." Mo Xiujin waved and drove him to the farthest corner like a fly.

Zhao Xu reluctantly walked towards the corner and looked back at them.

The two men were still whispering something. To be exact, Mo Xiujin was saying that the little beggar was just listening.

He stared at Mo Xiujin's figure and guessed what he wanted to do. After all, he kept shouting to do the task, but the expression on his face was not the coldness and ruthlessness before the task

Mo Xiujin looked down at the little beggar in front of him.

The little boy knelt on the ground and looked up at him quietly. His eyes were clear and timid, but there was still a light of hope in his eyes.

It's like her.

Mo Xiujin's lips slowly showed a gentle smile. Although his eyes fell on the person in front of him, it seemed that he was looking at another person through him.

Such clean and pure eyes are just the same as Jane Rui's girl.

Mo Xiujin smiled, raised the injured hand, touched the little boy's hair and said, "what's your name?"

The little boy hesitated and did not reject Mo Xiujin's hand on his head. After a moment, he gently shook his head: "beggar, beggar, no name."

His way of speaking is different from that of ordinary people. I don't know whether it is because of his heavy sense of defense or whether he has lived a different life from most people since childhood.

Mo Xiujin paused, didn't say much, just said, "then I'll give you one."

His words surprised the little boy, looked at him blankly, and nodded for a long time: "OK."

This is the first time someone said they would give him a name

"Murui lemon."

Mo Xiujin narrowed his eyes and opened his thin lips slowly, "from now on, you will be called Mo Rui lemon, ink of ink, wise wisdom, lemon lemon..."

He patted the little boy on the head and smiled, "of course, you have to live through today."