As soon as he put it on the pillow, he was whispering. He was so tired today.

Mao Ling'er looked at his sleeping face. Although he had something to do, he didn't say anything. It seemed that he had figured it out, right?

There was a smile on his face.

It sighed softly, knowing that Mr. Mo would definitely continue to come, and I don’t know how Mr. Mo would torture him tonight.

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"Have you thought about it? Young man?" Old Mo is coming to the answer tonight.

Hearing this question, Yu Xingxing got up.

"Old Mo, I've decided, I'll learn from you. No matter what victim you ask me to be, I'll learn from you!" Yu Xingxing shouted together.

"What? The victim?" Old Mo was confused.

"Didn't you raise me just to be the devil's container and then destroy it together?"

"Who told you?" Old Mo was so amused and crying.

"I, the inference of a big Sherlock Holmes detective."

"Young man, I tell you, just sacrifice is not enough."

What?

Sacrifice is not enough, so what should I do?

Do you have to cut into pieces, split the horses and chop them into meat sauce?

Let my soul be at peace?

Wouldn't that be even worse?

Looking at Yu Xingxing's shocked expression and a worse expression than life, Old Mo said: "It's more important than sacrifice. You have to live and defeat it!"

"Because it already knows me, it will protect me from all kinds of things, but no one knows you." Old Mo continued to explain.

"Then am I going to be a bait?" Yu Xingxing looked at the great old man Mo and never thought that he was the protagonist!

"You have to be a warrior who faces it!"

Yu Xingxing swallowed: "Warrior!"

Why is it a bit tragic?

"Do you understand the meaning?" Old Mo emphasized again.

Yu Xingxing thought to himself: As long as I can see the octopus, the son of the turtle, I will be satisfied;

As for Mr. Mo, it’s no problem for you to let me be a warrior, bait, victim, etc.

He nodded: "I understand."

Seeing his determination, Old Mo was also very pleased - it finally made sense.

So he said to Yu Xingxing: "Come to the gym."

Really, I'm going to the gym again.

"First practice 100 side-hand flips, then 100 front-back flips, and then 100 closed eyes and take pictures."

"Isn't that a gyro? I keep turning." Yu Xingxing murmured in his heart.

No matter how much I think about it, I will do as required.

It’s easy to say whether it’s side-handed and front-back, but if you close your eyes and get something, what the hell is this?

When he finished turning, he could not stand any longer. His eyes were shaking and blurry. No wonder he had to close his eyes and listen with his ears.

Old Mo knocked at different locations in the room, and he quickly grabbed it.

The first few times I either grabbed Old Mo's arm or his legs.

This time, wait, why is it soft?

Didn’t Mr. Mo say it was a small baseball?

Why do you feel like two?

"Let go, you pinch me."

He hurriedly let go, and Old Mo squatted down in pain.

Looking at Old Mo's painful expression, he had caught Old Mo's body just now, right?

Sin! Sin!

"I,..., just closed my eyes..."

Old Mo waved his hand, and the obvious sound he knocked was 2cm above.
Chapter completed!