Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Chapter 288

"Why should you be sad to die a Duanmu dragon, you must know that Ye'er is our own flesh and blood."

Seeing Guan Yuekui's strange reaction, Duanmu Yue said while the iron was hot.

"Don't you want our son to inherit the Duanmu family?"

Duanmu Yu's voice was intoxicating magnetic, and his hands began to wander somewhere restlessly.

"Hmm... I want our son to sit in the position of the head of the family..." Guan

Yuekui's gaze became more and more confused, and at this time, she had already thrown Duanmulong's death out of cloud nine.

"Hmm... But how to explain this matter to Duanmu Cang? Guan

Yuekui's face was flushed and her voice was like a mosquito fly.

Hearing this, Duanmu Yu still did not stop the movement in his hand, and slowly said:

"Explain truthfully, after all, this is indeed an accident, what can he do?"

As soon as the words fell, a gentle wail suddenly sounded in the room, and immediately after, Guan Yuekui's body was paralyzed, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.

"I think no one should bother me for the next time..."

said Duanmu Yue, and grabbed Guan Yuekui by the waist and hugged him....

...

In Mufeng City, Fang Mo and several people were walking slowly on the street.

Several people stayed in the misty plain for nearly two months, and it was dark and dark, which was really a little boring.

Coupled with Xuan'er's constant begging, Fang Mo agreed to shop.

At this time, Xuan'er held a sugar gourd she had just bought, and followed Fang Mo with a cheerful pace.

A blood-colored red dress was particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and under the red dress, a pair of snow-white calves were exposed to the air, which attracted a lot of attention.

However, fortunately, Fang Mo put on the veil for Xuan'er early, otherwise with Xuan'er's overwhelmed appearance, it might cause some sensation.

It's not just Xuan'er, Wei Chitu's three-meter-tall mountain-like body is even more prominent in the vast sea of people, and it has also attracted many people's frequent attention.

"Master, na, open your mouth."

Xuan'er obediently put the sugar gourd in her hand to Fang Mo's mouth.

She knew that the owner liked to eat sugar gourds, so she specially bought one.

Fang Mo bit down on a sugar gourd and chewed slowly with a calm expression.

Seeing this, Xuan'er smiled and revealed a pair of sharp little tiger teeth.

Then she herself opened her small mouth slightly, biting down on one, feeling the sweet and sour taste in her mouth, and her eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

Wei Chitu on the side was like a dirt bun from the beginning of entering the city, looking east and west, pulling Wu Mo to ask around, which made Wu Mo very helpless.

In fact, this is not to blame Wei Chitu, Wei Chitu has lived in a remote village since he was a child, and then entered the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect to practice, and he rarely comes into contact with this kind of human fireworks.

Until later, following Fang Mo to slaughter the world and sacrifice one city after another, he did not have free time to calm down and contact understanding.

"Master, look, what a beautiful villain!" Xuan'er pointed to the stall of the clay man on the side, and her beautiful eyes lit up.

"Girl, my clay kneading man's craft is handed down from my ancestors, no matter what the image, I can pinch it vividly, how about it, do you want to pinch one?"

The clay clay man vendor enthusiastically sells the clay figure to the clay man.

"Want?"

Fang Mo glanced at Qiu'er.

"Uh-huh, yes."

Xuan'er nodded her little head heavily, looking at Fang Mo with a cute expression.

"Then pinch one."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"No, no, pinch four, one for each of the four of us."

Xuan'er quickly waved her hand and added.

Fang Mo looked indifferent and did not speak.

Seeing that Fang Mo did not refuse, Xuan'er pointed at Wei Chitu and said, "Wei Chitu, do you want it?"

"I don't... I want to..."

Wei Chitu saw the threat in Jiu'er's gaze and sneered.

"Pinch one for me too."

Looking at Wei Chitu's embarrassed appearance, Wu Mo smiled slightly and took the initiative to speak.

"Girl, I wonder what kind of clay figure you want to pinch?" The vendor asked.

"Just pinch me and the master."

Xuan'er pointed to herself and Fang Mo.

"Okay."

The vendor compared the appearance of the two, and it didn't take long to pinch out two smaller versions of Xuan'er and Fang Mo.

"It's like that!"

Holding two small clay figures, Xuan'er exclaimed.

She handed a small clay figure to Fang Mo, but Fang Mo did not answer.

"This... This guest officer, I don't know what you want to pinch?

The vendor looked at Wei Chitu with a hint of fear in his gaze and asked cautiously.

After all, Wei Chitu's body size really put a lot of psychological pressure on the vendor.

"Uh... Just pinch Lao Tzu himself, you must pinch out Lao Tzu's mighty and domineering, otherwise Lao Tzu will smash your stall and hammer you into meat puree! Saying

that, Wei Chitu showed the terrifying muscles in his arm towards the vendor in a threatening manner.

"Well... Good guest officer, pinch right away! The vendor turned pale and hurriedly said.

Immediately, the vendor took out a wad of clay and was about to start, but was interrupted by Wei Chitu.

"No, the clay figure you pinched is too small."

Wei Chitu gestured with his hand to the clay figures on the stall, and the clay figures were about the same as his thumb.

This ratio is just right for ordinary people, but it is not enough to put it on Wei Chitu.

"Pinch a big one for Lao Tzu, it must be so big!"

Wei Chitu gestured in the air with his hands, and visually measured that it was one meter in size.

"Uh... Officer, this size is too big, I don't have enough clay..." The

vendor was a little embarrassed.

"It's not enough for you to set up any stalls, believe it or not, Laozi hammered you into meat puree!"

Wei Chi Tu scolded angrily and raised his fist in a gesture.

"Enough..."

Fang Mo glanced at Wei Chi Tu a little speechlessly, he was suddenly not in the mood to shop.

Seeing Fang Mo turn and leave, Wei Chitu hurriedly turned around and followed, glaring viciously at the vendor before leaving.

Wu Mo walked at the end, with a smile on his face, I am afraid that only this reckless man can make the Lord so helpless.

The peddler looked at the distant back of Fang Mo with a pale face, let out a long sigh of relief, and trembled and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Wu Mo, go find a place to stay first." Fang Mo said lightly.

"Yes."

Wu Mo turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing that Fang Mo had lost interest, Xuan'er glared at Wei Chitu with some annoyance.

The first time I went shopping with the owner, I was ruined by this guy like that!

It's really infuriating!

Wei Chitu also knew that he had caused trouble, so he honestly lowered his head and followed Fang Mo step by step.

"Hey, this son-in-law, please stay."

An old voice came from behind the three.

Fang Mo paused at his feet and slowly turned around.

I saw that in a booth not far away, a white-haired old man with fairy wind Dao bones was slowly waving to the three.

And on both sides of the booth of the white-haired old man, it was written respectively:

Count Yin, calculate Yang, count heaven and earth

, know fate, know luck, know misfortune.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, showed a hint of interest in his eyes, and walked towards the white-haired old man.

"This son-in-law, do you know that you are about to face a catastrophe?"