Zheng Gan spent 1 survival point to exchange for a more practical sports suit.
Even though it only cost 1 survival point, Zheng Gan cursed the businessman in his heart.
In the past, this set of clothes could be bought for a maximum of one or two thousand yuan.
According to his previous guess, 1 survival point can be worth 100,000.
Mo Zicen, on the other hand, looked at his combat uniform with an indifferent expression.
This combat uniform was specially made by Mr. Mo.
When the armor is using all its energy to fight, the internal temperature will be relatively high.
In addition to being sturdy, this combat suit is also outstanding in terms of high temperature resistance.
Zheng Gan returned to his bedroom and put his clothes into his backpack.
Then he walked out pretentiously with his backpack packed.
"Mo Zicen, I have a set of my sister's clothes here, you can wear them."
"Your sister's?"
Mo Zicen looked at Noah.
"No, Noah, she's my biological sister."
"Oh, that's not good."
"Put it on. My sister doesn't need it anymore."
As he spoke, Zheng Gan looked very sad, as if he was reminiscing about his biological sister who did not exist at all.
"I'm sorry, thank you."
Zheng Gan handed over the clothes and returned to the surveillance screen.
Mo Zicen changed his clothes and walked in front of the surveillance screen.
Zheng Gan took a glance and thought it was pretty good, less tempting and more pure.
At this time, Zheng Gan asked a question that he was quite curious about.
"Mo Zicen, is your Mohist school related to the legendary Mohist school that advocates universal love and non-aggression?"
"That's the Mohist school."
"Is that the Mo family? Is the Mo family surnamed Mo?"
"My ancestors' surname was Zhang, but later it was changed to Mo."
"Oh, are they the three Zhang Jiao brothers of the Taiping Dao?"
"No, it's Zhang Liang."
"Oh my god, your family's heritage is quite impressive."
"However, I have never heard of the Mohist School before. Are you secluded from the world?"
"I don't know. I started learning Kung Fu in Shudao Mountain when I was very young."
"Shudao Mountain? Learning Kung Fu? Don't you want to go to school?"
"Go ahead, there are people teaching you on the mountain."
"Oh, private training."
"It's not a private teacher, it's Taoist Master Baimei."
"Master Baimei? Haha, isn't this a person from the novel?"
Mo Zicen said seriously.
"No, he is my master."
"Um...Mo Zicen, you're not a Taoist priest, are you?"
"yes."
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