"What's the matter? You don't believe it. Did I hit that man?" The dark dust slightly sank his eyes.
These guys don't talk. He takes it for granted that no one believes his words.
At the moment when his eyes sank, his fingertips raised randomly and pointed to the man: "if you don't believe..."
"Letter, letter, I believe..." the man agreed hurriedly.
Do you dare not believe what a man who dares to beat the head of the Mohist family says?
Especially the man's eyes, it's obvious - if you don't believe it, beat him up.
In this case, can he not believe it?!
"Well, you guys, just have fun eating and playing here. I, we won't disturb you!"
The man smiled with his face. He waved to the people around him and took them back.
"Stop!"
The faint, cold voice behind them made them stop quickly.
"Did I let you go?" Mo xuanchen came over with a frown on his face, "who allowed you to go?"
"... that, that, we..."
"What's your name?"
The man hesitated and didn't dare to lie: "I, my name is Zhuge Dali..."
"Aren't you from Mohism?"
"No, no, I am, oh, no, neither. I work in the Mohist school. I'm a little worker, really." Zhuge vigorously accompanied the smiling face.
"Can a small worker have so much power?" Mo xuanchen glanced at others and smiled: "otherwise, I'll ask them?"
Even if the Mohist school has the ability again, it is not a small worker who can show off on this occasion.
Judging from their looks, this guy's official position should be not small, but he dare not tell the truth. On the contrary, there is no silver 300 Liang here and he is guilty of being a thief.
Sure enough, hearing this sentence, Zhuge Dali changed his look and waved his hand quickly.
"No, no, no..."
These people are all his men.
Let alone his identity, his ancestors burned to ashes for eight generations. They can all know him.
At the moment, I dare not lie, but chat with a smile: "I, I am... Zhuang Zhuang, Zhuang head of this generation of Zhuang Zi... But I just bear a false name. I don't have much power. Really, I am the same as them. I am a worker..."
"If all the factotum are like you, can the Mohists afford it?" Mo xuanchen suddenly smiled: "don't worry, I'm not embarrassing you, but I feel like inviting someone to dinner recently. What's up? Give me a face?"
"Dinner, now, invite me?" Zhuge vigorously confused, "you, you guys, haven't you just had dinner?"
"We had dinner, but you didn't eat, so we invited you to dinner!"
"... no, no, I, I've eaten..." ZHUGE vigorously stepped back with a smiling face.
On such an occasion, it must be unkind to invite him to dinner.
Fools go to dinner!
But just two steps back, he tightened his neck and was pinched by a pair of big hands.
"What's the matter, brother? Don't you give face?" Feng Chenglin's smiling face came out from one side. He smiled and didn't smile. He was gloomy. "We asked Mr. Mo to invite you to dinner. Don't you appreciate it?"
"No, it's not..." ZHUGE struggled vigorously, didn't break away from each other's fingers at all, and his heart became more and more hairy and trembling, accompanied by a smiling face. "I, I think this meal is a little too expensive. It's really inappropriate for you to waste. Just, don't eat it?"
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