"Giant Son, can I not save you?"
Mo Jiuli slowly looked up at the sky and blinked. "I feel so embarrassed having to act with you all day. You might as well just die."
Mo Yu lay on the ground, staring at him in shame and indignation. "Little Jiuli, stop fooling around."
Mo Jiuli looked helpless and on the verge of collapse as he pointed ahead. "You turned the Mohist School ancestors' memorial tablets into mechanisms—that's one thing. But you even split former Giant Son Mo Changfeng's tablet in two. Do you have any manners? If you really pass away one day, what face will you have to meet the Mohist School's predecessors in the underworld?"
"Pah, pah, pah!"
"Mo Jiuli, you crow-mouthed bastard! This Giant Son plans far ahead and prepares for every contingency. To put it bluntly, I will never die! Naturally, I'll never have to face any predecessors!"
Mo Jiuli sighed softly and slowly turned around.
Mo Yu was already sticking out his tongue on the floor, his head tilted to one side. Dead.
"!!!"
Mo Jiuli's face went pale at once!
I only complained a little. Isn't this too sudden?
Mo Jiuli hurried to the workbench at the side, his hands flying as he altered the information channels of Mo Yu's core brain. Then he activated the nearest nutrient pod.
Hiss.
The door of one upright nutrient pod slowly opened.
A naked Mo Yu stepped out. "Oh dream long buried in sleep, as long as you keep watering it, it will eventually sprout. You must believe that those silent, unnoticed years are all preparation for Nirvana Rebirth. I... am alive again!"
Mo Jiuli looked at the gently swaying object and lowered his head with a sigh. "Giant Son, what now?"
Mo Yu walked slowly with his