Mo Jing slashed Yu Qiu with the back of his knife, causing him to frown slightly in pain.
After three rounds.
Yu Qiu put away the iron fan, slowly shook his head and said to Mo Jing: "You are already a god from the outer world, please be more mature."
Mo Jing was speechless: "Who has such a strong desire for revenge?"
Yu Qiu smiled and said, "Did you hit me hard on purpose just now?"
Hearing this, Mo Jing looked away guiltily.
"No!"
At the same time, another person broke into the land of miracles.
"Gouchuan, Yu Bingren!" An excited voice came.
Following the sound, I saw the red-haired boy with a surprised smile on his face at meeting again, and he hurried over while waving his hand.
"Red hair? Pretty cool." Mo Jing crossed his arms and said to Yu Qiu beside him.
Yu Qiu curled his lips and smiled, "In modern times, I have dyed my hair red, blonde, and gray."
When Mo Jing heard this, he said sourly, "Did you bring back hair dye? I want one too."
Yu Qiu looked at him.
"You're suitable for shit color."
"Stone color? What color is that?" Mo Jing didn't hear clearly.
Yu Qiu said, "The color of poop."
"Sao Qiu, are you disgusting?!" Mo Jing felt a chill and said speechlessly.
He really wanted to kick Sao Qiu away for a thousand miles, thinking of all the stupid things he had done in modern times... and how they kept laughing at him after he came back.
What he couldn't stand the most was that he actually called A Yin "Brother Yin" for two hundred yuan.
After Ayin regained his memory, he laughed at him for three whole months.
"Who are they?" Zhuge Youlin had already come to Yu Changying and Xiao Zechuan, and saw Yu Qiu and Mo Jing.
Xiao Zechuan explained: "Two endowed gods from the Three Thousand Worlds."
"Oh, let's go then." Zhuge Youlin was not interested in them.
Just as Xiao Zechuan was about to say something, he saw Mo Jing approaching. He looked at Zhuge Youlin's red hair and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, is your hair color natural? Or did you dye it?"
Zhuge Youlin frowned slightly, "It's natural."
Mo Jing gave a thumbs up. "How cool! Your hair looks like flames, so pretty!"
Zhuge Youlin's brows relaxed, and the corners of his lips were tightly closed. He confidently put his hands on his hips and raised his head slightly.
"Of course!"
Mo Jing sighed, "I wish I had red hair like this."
"Hair color is natural. Black hair looks good too." Zhuge Youlin looked at him.
Mo Jing smiled and said nothing. "By the way, brother, what's your name?"
Zhuge Youlin said proudly: "Young Master Zhuge Youlin!"
Mo Jing was slightly stunned. "So your last name is Master Zhuge."
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