[Magic Dao Patriarch Tongren] Playing Butterfly

Mo Xuanyu originally thought that he was a useless ordinary person who couldn't do anything and knew nothing.For the rest of my life, I can only stay in this small Mojiazhuang.

Until that day, Mrs. Mo ordered Mo Xuanyu to let him go out with them to make purchases.But Mo Xuanyu knew that he was the one who came to get things in the end, while Mrs. Mo, Master Mo, and Mo Ziyuan were just strolling in the street to buy things.Poor Mo Xuanyu, his hands were red from the cold.The early spring of this year came very late, and it was almost March, but it was still snowing lightly.

Coincidentally, it was that day that people from the underground black market happened to come here.Right now the Communist Party and the National People's Party are at loggerheads, but they cannot be threatened for the time being.But I'm not sure about these people in the underground black market. Although I heard that their heads have changed, the so-called heads may not be a good person.But it was also that substitution incident, after which there was very little news of the black market harming people.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen this person?"

At this time, people from the black market had come to Mrs. Mo and the others, holding a portrait of a person in their hands, asking something.

Mo Xuanyu glanced at the portrait from behind, and couldn't help shrinking his pupils, as if something was aroused in his mind...

"In the future, if you become the head of the family, I will be your subordinate, just like your father and mine! The Gusu Lan Sect has double walls, and our Yunmeng Jiang Sect has Shuangjie!"

"Despite the bustling Yangguan Road, I want a single-plank bridge to go to Hei!"

"Xianxian, how old are you?"

"Three years old."

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Some broken pictures kept reappearing in Mo Xuanyu's mind, causing a tearing pain in his head.

"Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu!"

Mo Ziyuan's cry pulled Mo Xuanyu back from his consciousness, Mo Xuanyu shook his head, and continued to follow behind them with big bags and small bags.

The people in the black market looked thoughtfully at the back of that man named Mo Xuanyu going away.

"You, ask someone to investigate a guy named Mo Xuanyu..."

The author has something to say:

I originally asked my mother if I would be blocked if I posted the C.C.P. and K.M.P., but I was scolded... No, Mom, can you listen to me first?Baby, I am wronged, wronged!