"Well, that's a shame, but I'm definitely a little more curious about it."
Yu Mo shrugged and stopped the topic decisively. He had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. Every time, he would retreat at the moment when he was about to touch Yu Sanshui's bottom line, so as not to make Yu Sanshui completely furious and overturn the table.
But again, this kind of behavior made Yu Sanshui a little crazy, and the eyes he looked at Yu Mo became more and more evil.
I was in a good mood before I came here.
But after sitting here chatting for a while, the whole person didn't look normal anymore.
But the person involved, Yu Mo, seemed extremely innocent, sitting on Wheelchair harmlessly, smiling at himself.
Even though I wanted to punch this guy in the face, I still couldn't find a reason to do it.
"Daddy, you want to hit me?"
Yu Mo suddenly spoke in surprise, looked at Yu Sanshui's eyes, and asked incredulously.
Yu Sanshui smiled and shook his head, "How could that be!"
"Then can we continue talking about Yu Sheng?"
"Well..."
"This time we talk about him after he came out of Sin City."
Yu Mo hesitated for a few seconds and asked again.
Yu Sanshui stood up from the chair at some point. "I always have the feeling that you are trying your best to squeeze out my remaining value, and this feeling is very annoying for a very old person."
"No, it's very, very annoying."
Yu Sanshui said lightly.
Yu Mo Chongshan Ruliu: "Okay godfather, I won't ask anymore."
"Then is there anything else you want to ask me about?"
Yu Sanshui walked up to Yu Mo, put a hand on Yu Mo's shoulder, patted it gently, and asked softly again.
Without any hesitation, Yu Mo shook his head. "Not at all!"
"Yes, I feel your will to survive."
"It seems that when you say you are not afraid of death... there is also a lot of acting in it."
Yu Sanshui nodded with satisfaction and expressed sarcasm to Yu Mo.
But Yu Mo shook his head seriously. "No, godfather, I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of being beaten, including many other things besides death, because I have done too many things, so I understand the pain involved."
"Haha..."
Yu Sanshui just chuckled a few times and said nothing, but moved his steps slightly and walked behind Yu Mo.
"You called me godfather, right?"
Yu Sanshui asked suddenly, with no logic at all.
"Uh..."
Yu Mo instinctively sensed something was wrong and did not answer the question. However, when Yu Sanshui took the initiative to ask this question, it was already too late.
"Haha..."
"It is natural for a father to beat his son."
"What's more, I'm not beating you, it's just a father's expectation for his son..."
"So... it's not illegal, and it's heartwarming."
"Right..."
As the plain voice fell, Yu Mo felt that his body was suddenly restrained in place, unable to move at all.
Then... I got a big hard blow on the back of my head.
"Daddy, I only have one request... don't hit me on the head, my head... is useful! Ah!!!"
Suddenly, Yu Mo bursts of shrill screams came from the tent, which sounded horrific.
When Confucian Scholar heard the sound in the distance, he withdrew his gaze to the sky and glanced at the situation inside the tent. But within a moment, he looked to the sky again, completely ignoring the violence in the room.
Ten minutes later, Yu Sanshui walked out of the room with a comfortable look on his face. He elegantly arranged his clothes and walked away. After a few seconds, he disappeared from Confucian Scholar's sight.
Another half minute later, Yu Mo's feeble roar came from the room, "Confucian Scholar!!!"
Confucian Scholar was stunned, his figure flashed, and appeared in the tent, looking at Yu Mo in confusion.
"What did you just do!!!"
"If you don't come in, be my bodyguard!!!"
"Support the scene for me!!!"
Yu Mo stared at Confucian Scholar fiercely and asked.
Confucian Scholar looked at a loss. "I can't defeat him. I can't protect you. He is one of my biggest imaginary enemies. At least for the time being... I can't be my enemy."
"What's more, I can't die. Only by living can I imagine you again after your death!"
"This is the best protection for you."
Confucian Scholar's words were taken for granted, and Yu Mo choked back all the remaining questions.
Yu Mo breathed heavily and stared at Confucian Scholar fiercely. After a long time, he looked away.
"I remember that you are very capable of resisting beatings. Why did you scream so miserably just now?"
This time it was Confucian Scholar's turn to raise his doubts.
Yu Mo barely supported his body, climbed back onto Wheelchair, and sat down calmly. "I kept teasing him and stimulating him, and tried to find out his old story several times. He got angry and beat me. If I were more stubborn and beat him to death without screaming, wouldn't I be unhappy?"
"It's just a few shouts. It's not troublesome, but it makes him happy and saves me from beating me a few times..."
He said in a calm voice, once again returning to the image of a calm and indifferent wise man.
Of course, the premise of all this is not to look at his bruised and swollen face.
Confucian Scholar, on the other hand, always stared impolitely, as if he wanted to record a beautiful life.