Chapter 7800

For them, it seems that the two of them are the fish on the chopping board. They can't escape their palms, so they don't bother to restrain them any more.

"A Xing, can't you see? These three people are not easy to mess with. Although they say that the matter they want to trace involves the secrets of Mohism, I still want to advise you to let go when it's time to let go..."

After a pause, he added with earnest words.

"Mohist School... You know better than me how far they have come! For such a Mohist school, some things are really not worth it..."

"I know what you mean. You and I are brothers. I understand your heart!" Mo Xing put his backhand on Mo Xiaobai's shoulder and nodded heavily: "don't worry, I know what to do!"

Mo Xiaobai wanted to say something, but he pushed him away and raised his head proudly.

"I know what you're looking for and everything about it. I can tell you everything without dropping a word!"

"But what?" Feng Chenglin is very cooperative. "According to the past rules, you must say a word, but it's your right. You have the right to say your conditions... What do you want us to do?"

Mo Xing didn't answer, but looked at Mo Xiaobai.

Mo Xiaobai was stunned and obviously didn't understand what his eyes meant.

Mo xuanchen came over and made an invitation gesture: "please!"

"... but, I..." Mo Xiaobai just wanted to explain, suddenly thought of something, and looked at Mo Xing strangely: "you, don't you want me here?"

The ink star looked down and didn't answer.

But the meaning is already very obvious.

Mo Xiaobai shook his head very lost: "we are brothers..."

"It's my brother, just for you!" Feng Chenglin raised his voice: "I can see that an outsider can see that your brother is taking care of you. Why can't you understand? Let's go, let's go. If you don't listen to the following words, it's for your own good!"

When Mo Xiaobai went out, Ling Luoyu looked at Mo Xing thoughtfully.

"Is he really your brother?"

"... of course!"

"Then why do you hate him...?"

"I didn't..."

"Then why do you hold your fist so tightly?" Ling Luoyu's eyes fell on Moxing's fist and faded out. "If it's not hatred, it's worry. Are you worried about your brother?"

"..." Mo Xing's fingers suddenly loosened, but he didn't say anything.

But his fingers twitched uncontrollably.

Ling Luoyu smiled. "What are you worried about? Are you worried that my husband will be bad for your brother? It seems that you shouldn't!"

Feng Chenglin raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

Mo Xing licked his lips, and his eyes were a little erratic.

"How can I say that the central thing is nervous?" Ling Luoyu keenly caught his small movements, imitated his appearance, and licked his lips: "when people are excited and nervous, they will always subconsciously make some small movements, which can't even be noticed by yourself. When just mentioned your dead friend, they made small movements..."

As soon as she finished her words, Mo Xing's fists clenched again.

This time, even Feng Chenglin couldn't help it: "look at your bitter hatred, just your stupid brother can't see it. Everyone can see your unusual!"

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