The Mohist disciples in the ancestral hall were amazed.

When did Liu Shizi establish such a deep friendship with his own boss? He just stood there silently, with his head down, without saying a word, for more than ten minutes.

This great friendship is so touching !

Brother Liu was browsing the scenes transmitted back by the Iron Emperor in his perspective.

Iron Emperor Seven, by tracking the Mohist transport plane, went to a top-secret underground base of the Mohist!

at this time.

Iron Emperor VII was hiding in a pipe on the roof of the base, with a full view of everything going on under his feet.

Brother Liu in the Mohist ancestral temple.

Make a slight fist.

No one heard him, and he cursed, "Moyu, your sister! You like to play dead, right? I will help you in a moment, and I guarantee that no one will see through it!"

Hula The wooden door of the ancestral hall behind Brother Liu was pushed open.

A group of Mohist disciples dressed in mourning swarmed in. They all lowered their heads, wore large hoods, and their faces could not be seen. They stood around Brother Liu in silence and began to mourn the deceased.

“Woo woo.”

"Master Moyu, you died miserably."

Brother Liu turned his head and saw that the voice came from a figure who was obviously shorter than the other disciples.

The man lowered his head, covered his face with a hood, and kept wiping his tears with his sleeves.

Brother Liu knows it very well.

The shapes and weights of Mohist disciples are very uniform.

Such a dwarf could only be a human being.

Looking at him, my eyes were about to spit sparks.

But in the end, Brother Liu still held back and whispered, "Brother, don't be too sad."

“Woo woo.”

The short disciple turned his head slightly and covered his face with his sleeves. "Sir, you are a good friend of our master, right? Please accept my condolences."

Brother Liu clenched his fists and looked at the man with lightning eyes, "I will!"

The short disciple looked at Mo Yu's appearance and sobbed, "Master Mo Yu, in my heart, was the most outstanding master of the Mohist school. He worked hard to govern the country, had an immortal demeanor, was approachable, humorous, and suave. It's a pity that he died young."

Liu Di nodded heavily, "I agree with the four words you just said."

The short disciple covered his face and tilted his head, "Which four? The one with a celestial appearance or the one with a romantic and dashing demeanor?"

Brother Liu tilted his head, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and said lightly: "Died young."

The short disciple suddenly trembled.

He coughed awkwardly twice, "Can you tell me, what kind of image do you have of the Black Jade Master?"

Liu Di looked up. "Except for his penchant for playing vulgar and infuriating pranks, he's pretty good in all other respects."

"But I feel it's unfair for him."

Brother Liu suddenly said.

The short disciple was startled, "How is this unfair?"

Brother Liu looked forward, "Yesterday, he was obviously seriously injured, but he didn't rush to get treatment. He even ran to my house and said a lot of nonsense to me. His behavior shows that he doesn't value himself at all!"

"Forehead"

The short disciple twitched and said, "He has always been so loyal."

"besides."

Brother Liu looked around and said, "Mo Yu is a contemporary great man. Since he died unexpectedly, the other great men of the Mo family did not come. Moreover, the Mo family has been diligently protecting Mr. Song. It can be said that they have made great contributions. It would be fine if Mr. Song did not come, but no one from the Chinese government came either?"

"Well, they may be on the way."

The short disciple covered his face with his large sleeves.

"hehe."

Brother Liu let out a long sigh and said, "I even suspect that Mo Yu faked his death to trick me."

The short disciple straightened up instantly, "That's impossible!"

Brother Liu nodded, "Well, I know that's impossible. If that's the case, then Mo Yu is really too mean to have the heart to watch me in such grief. Of course, he must also know that if I knew he wasn't dead, he would be furious."

"Then I broke his little arms and legs one by one."

"I might also hang him on the beam and whip him with a whip until I am exhausted. Oh, by the way, with my current physical strength, I may not be exhausted one day."

"And these Mohist disciples."

"Instead of doing the right thing, you actually cooperated with Mo Yu to act and deceive me."

Brother Liu clenched his fists, looked at the disciples around him, and continued, "I will use my Ink-Trampling to crush all the Mohist ancestral halls, crush the houses into pieces, crush the pieces into slag, and then beat up all the disciples."

All the disciples were seen trembling slightly.

"Oh, right."

Liu Di suddenly turned his head and asked, "And what's the name of Mo Yu's mecha?"

The short disciple beside him swallowed his saliva and whispered, "That's called Mozihao."

"Um."

"Yes, Mozi."

Brother Liu said slowly: "I also want to burst it like a balloon. This is my wish."

"hehe."

"My friend, you really have a great imagination."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The short disciple covered his face with one sleeve and wiped his sweat with the other sleeve. "My friend, do you think it is possible that the Moyu master was suddenly cured by the miraculous medical skills of the Mo family and jumped out alive after two days of recuperation?"

“Hehe.”

Liu Di narrowed his eyes, "This is impossible. I have just checked Mo Yu's body, and it is definitely cold."

"If Mo Yu really appears in front of me safe and sound in two days."

"That's only one possibility."

Brother Liu suddenly turned around and said with a ferocious look, "Someone is so bold as to pretend to be a great master of the Mohist school. As a Chinese citizen and a close friend of Mo Yu, I will be furious. I will definitely break the fake's arms and legs and then hang him on the beams."

The short disciple was stunned on the spot.

His face was pale beneath his sleeves, and his hands and feet were cold. "My friend, I think you are overreacting."

Liu Di shook his head, "No, it's not extreme at all. You don't understand how deep the friendship between Mo Yu and I is!"

The short disciple was dumbfounded, "Ah, this."

“Ahem.”

Mo Jiuli, with long hair flying, walked out from the side, coughed twice, and stood in front of Mo Yu's body with a sad face.

He looked at Brother Liu and was about to speak, but saw that the 'short disciple' looked anxious and kept blinking at him.

Mo Jiuli was puzzled.

The previous plan was that he would act as the master of ceremonies and invite Brother Liu to the stage to pay tribute to the Mo Yu giant.

Then the real black jade suddenly pops out and scares Brother Liu?

What does he mean by blinking? A moment.

Mo Jiuli reacted and realized that he probably thought I was too slow.

Um.

Then, Mo Jiuli said loudly: "Master Mo Yu suffered an accident, and I am extremely sad. Today, Mr. Liu came to the scene in person, and the Mo family is very grateful. Excuse me, do you have any last words you want to say to Master Mo Yu?"

But the short disciple suddenly stretched out his hand.

He said righteously: "Liu Shizi is too sad now, it is definitely not convenient for him to speak, let's end it quickly!"

Mo Jiuli was stunned. What was going on? "Convenient!"

"Why is it inconvenient?!"

But Brother Liu waved his hand, went straight to the stage, and with his eyes wide open, he glanced at every Mohist disciple below. Whoever his eyes touched would subconsciously take a half step back.

Liu Di paused and said calmly, "Everyone, have you seen my black shirt? It cost me 235 yuan."

Everyone was confused.

Then, Brother Liu almost squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "So, no matter who dares to use Mo Yu's death to tease me, I must, definitely, beat him to death 235 times!"

"That's it. Goodbye!"

After Brother Liu finished speaking, he went straight down the mountain.

The rest of the crowd was stunned.

The short disciple finally lowered the sleeves that were covering his face.

I'm already panicking.

The other disciples looked at him in horror - this black jade giant who played with fire and got burned!

At this moment, Mo Yu was somewhat absent-minded, and murmured, "It's over, it's over, now it seems that I really can't live, I have played myself to death!"

Only then did Mo Jiuli understand everything.

A sentence popped up in my mind, which can be said to be extremely appropriate to describe the current Mo Yu giant.

As the saying goes, you will suffer the consequences if you do evil.