The cloud of twin glazed glass rises and falls for you

Chapter 340 Forget it, blow it up
Literally, it means that this has been considered a force.

Before the interviewer could make a comment, Mo Liu turned around again and went to the side to pick up guns, spears, pokes, double short blades, whips, etc., and practiced them one by one.

Those seemingly cold weapons seemed to come alive in Mo Liu's hands.

Among the weapons present, there is no Mo Liu who can't.

Not only can she dance well, but she also dances beautifully, with regularity and vigor.

In fact, during the period before returning here, Mo Liu not only learned acting, body, lines, etc. from the professor at school.

I also went to various places, looking for masters, learning skills of various schools, all kinds of martial arts, tea ceremony, illustration, chess, opera, calligraphy, law, design, etc., I learned everything I can think of.

It can't be said that they have all reached the master level, but they can still be said to be proficient.

Coupled with the content taught by the 'masters' in the organization, Mo Liu basically has nothing to do.

After Mo Liu danced the last weapon, returned it to the original place, and stood still in front of the interviewer.

The interviewer smiled and said to Mo Liu: "Mr. Mo is very skilled in martial arts. I chose this scene. Please, Mr. Mo, try to perform it."

It's respectful, and the attitude is completely different from when I first entered the door.

"Okay." Mo Liu took the script humbly, and quickly skimmed through it, "I'm ready, can I start?"

"So fast?"

How long have you been watching this, can you remember the lines or something?
The interviewer expressed doubts, so he could only use his hands, and his lines would only be '12345...' during the performance, right?

"Then let's start!"

I hope it's not that kind of person, otherwise it would be a pity for such a talent.

"Ok."

Mo Liu closed his eyes, settled his thoughts, and pulled himself into the character Mo Yu.

Opening his eyes again, his temperament has changed.

He found a chair and sat down lazily.

"Little Five, how long have you known me?"

"20 years? Well, it's not too short. Does this give you the feeling that you are important?"

"No? Who is it that puts arsenic and other poisons in my food from time to time?"

"I have to say, you are really interesting."

As he spoke, Mo Liu laughed out loud. Although it was a very warm smile, it brought a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Mo Liu stood up, walked around behind 'Xiao Wu' (the staff who cooperated with the performance), lifted a lock of Xiao Wu's hair, and whispered in his ear.

"Others don't know my special physique, don't you know? Or, are you playing games with me? Hahaha..."

Mo Liu let go of his laughter completely, but within 3 seconds, Miao stopped, his expression changed to a hint of sarcasm, and pinched Xiao Wu's chin.

"However, those don't matter, but, I don't understand, where do you have the confidence to team up with others and use yourself to threaten me?"

"Do you know why I rescued you?"

"Important? Do you still have that mysterious self-confidence?"

Mo Liu slapped Xiao Wu's face with his hands, trying to wake him up.

(Opposite is the staff, of course they pat lightly.)
"Forget it, blow it up."

Mo Liu shook off his hand, wiped his fingers with the hem of his clothes, and then waved forward, "Come on, throw him into the oil pan."

In the original text, Mo Yi really made people throw Xiao Wu into the boiling oil pan.

No one kept his mouth shut.

Instead, he sat back and 'appreciated' the screams with a leisurely expression.

Mo Liu naturally interpreted this passage vividly, looking like a crazy beauty!
(End of this chapter)