"Is it possible... that there is more than one?"
"No, they asked me to go undercover."
"I just said... huh? Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."
"An undercover agent. If caught, I'll be chopped into pieces. They told me to work hard and I'll definitely rise to prominence in the future. There's hope that my Li family will produce a celestial being."
Old Li felt that there was probably no hope for the Li family.
After a long silence, he asked again:
"Our Li family has only one son for three generations. Don't you know how to shirk such a dangerous mission?"
"I don't want to go either. Being a ghostwriter means slaying demons and monsters, and enjoying the world of martial arts. I really don't want to go at all, but unfortunately I can't get the upper hand. It's useless for me to refuse."
Li Mo sighed.
Lao Li glared at him and said, "You're almost laughing out loud. I get angry just looking at you!"
Li Mo stopped talking.
The die is cast; there is no point in saying more.
Two days later.
The underground city was decorated with lights and colors in the night. Li Mo waited at home for two days and finally waited until today, the festival.
Taking advantage of the festive occasion, the only son of the Li family, who failed to inherit the Celestial Clan, ran away sadly and escaped from the city.
The script makes sense.
At this time, Li Mo, carrying a bag and some money, jumped lightly onto the top of the wall.
He turned around with a sense of something, and saw a figure in the darkness.
There was no light in the yard, but he still recognized Lao Li.
I said I would pretend I knew nothing, but in the end I couldn't help it.
"I will come back soon and lead our Li family to success. Life is full of green mountains..."
He told himself in his heart.
Old Li watched him jump off the wall and said in his heart:
"You should come back earlier..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
