Quick Wear: The bad girl only wants to flirt with handsome men

Mo Qi ignored their looks.

After dealing with the naughty kid, Mo Qi walked straight to the bullied child.

A smile slowly appeared on the stiff face, and he looked at the little beggar with a hint of tenderness.

Looking at the child steadily, Mo Qi said slowly: "Do you want to become strong and not be bullied?"

Hearing this, the little boy slowly raised his head from his arms. There were some bruises on his face. Because of long-term malnutrition due to lack of food, his whole body was thin and skinny.

He raised his head and heard these words, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes, like a dead pool.

He stared straight at the person in front of him and asked Mo Qi in a hoarse voice: "What can you teach me? Can you make sure I won't be bullied and have enough to eat in the future?"

After asking, he fell silent and just stared at Mo Qi, as if he wanted an answer.

Mo Qi nodded solemnly and promised, "I know a lot of things. I can teach you anything you want to learn. Not being bullied and having enough to eat are just the basics."

As if afraid that the boy wouldn't believe it, Mo Qi sighed softly and muttered something. He turned around and transformed gorgeously.

The tattered beggar's clothes turned into pure white clothes, his hair instantly became smooth and tied up high, his skin was smooth and delicate, and he looked like a living immortal.

The child trapped nearby stared blankly at the scene happening before his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief.

There was a hint of doubt in the little boy's eyes.

Obviously, it’s just a change of clothes, which is not enough to prove what I can learn from Mo Qi.

Mo Qi has been in this world for many years, and he can see through the boy's thoughts with just one glance.

He sighed helplessly and had to demonstrate it to the little boy.

Mo Qi took out an extremely gorgeous sword out of thin air, waved his hand, and released a layer of shiny light shield that covered the two of them.

"To prevent outsiders from peeking." Mo Qi explained casually.

As he spoke, he began to dance with the sword, moving it gracefully, turning around again and again as Mo Qi moved.

The wind seemed to have become visible from invisible, and the sharp sword energy was visible to the naked eye. Needless to say, you didn't want to be hit by the sword because of the enormous power contained in it.

With the last move, Mo Qi stretched out his hand, and the wall at the corner was instantly frozen.

The boy's eyes lit up and ignited with hope.

This scene is enough to prove that Mo Qi has the ability to say those words. He did not lie to him. Can he really get out of this mud?

Mo Qi looked at the boy's gradually changing eyes, smiled slightly, and raised his hand to remove the light shield.

He said: "What you see is just the tip of the iceberg. If you are willing to take me as your master, my skills will naturally be yours."

The boy nodded heavily without hesitation. Even if he made a wrong bet, could the situation be worse than it is now?

Mo Qi smiled knowingly, walked up to the boy, helped him up, and said, "Okay, my name is Mo Qi, and from now on you are my only disciple."

The boy was slightly startled, as if he couldn't believe that he had the status of being the master's only disciple.

Seeing that the boy didn't say anything, Mo Qi gave him a puzzled look.

The boy reacted and said quickly: "My name is..." The boy hesitated for a moment, as if remembering something, and stammered: "I... don't have a name."

After saying that, he looked at Mo Qi cautiously. Mo Qi had no expression on his face and said softly, "Then I'll give you a name."

Mo Qi thought for a moment and said, "Let's call you Mo Shaoan. I wish you great success in your youth, peace and happiness in the future, and a peaceful life."