Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 903
Mo Juechen didn't speak, he preemptively attacked Patriarch Gu with his palm.While dodging, Patriarch Gu found that the place where the tin box was placed in front had been broken into a pile. He was shocked and angrily shouted, "How dare you steal my family's treasure, what a dare!"

Yuan Bai was also very surprised by the words "Gu family is the most precious treasure", and after understanding it, he blocked Mo Juechen's way.

Countless vines sprouted from the palms of Yuan Bai's hands, and then quickly entangled towards Mo Juechen. Mo Juechen lost his golden gun, and it was very disadvantageous to be unarmed. Gu Qingsong behind him took the opportunity to slap him on the back of the heart. On the first day, Mo Juechen couldn't dodge the trick for a while, and only felt that his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

With stumbling steps, his figure was a little unstable. All his spiritual power was inherited from the golden gun. At this moment, the golden gun cannot be taken out, and his spiritual power is also restricted. The current situation is very unfavorable to him .

When Yuan Bai's rattan reached his eyes, Mo Juechen took out a smoke bomb from the space ring and threw it on the ground. In the dense fog, he relied on his good night vision ability to extinguish the candle on the wall. Amid Gu Qingsong's cursing, he stumbled and returned the same way.

Finding out Gu Qingsong's study room, he leaped up to the roof with his last breath, and only had time to walk through the eaves of Gu's house before falling headfirst.At the critical moment, he called out the golden gun to lean on the ground to barely keep himself from falling to the ground.

"What's the matter with you, how can you smack people casually!"

"Sorry!" The pain had already spread to all limbs, and Mo Juechen fainted.

"Elder, come quickly, this person looks like Master Feng Su."

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When Mo Juechen opened his eyes and woke up, it was already broad daylight, and he was awakened by the pain.When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man who was born in Yangsheng standing in front of his bed, his old strange face was full of worry.

"Young master, you are finally awake!" Mo Juechen was a little confused. He remembered that he was injured and fell off the roof, but he didn't know where the sound of young master came from.

"Who are you! I don't know you." Mo Juechen frowned slightly. The dull pain in his chest made him have to be careful when speaking. Even so, he looked at the old man with a lot of defense in his eyes.

"I am Yun Wuwei from Yunzhou City. Young master, you are seriously injured. We must find a high-level spiritual man with an extremely pure spiritual system to heal your injury."

Yun Wuwei didn't hide the melancholy between his brows, and his gentle tone gave Mo Juechen the illusion that this person was his very close family member, but the fact was that he really didn't know him.

"I'm not your young master. To be precise, I don't belong to this Lingshi Continent."

"Then your surname is Mo? Is this golden gun your personal belonging?" Yun Wuwei glanced at the golden gun on the bedside, with obvious reverence in his eyes.

Seeing that the defense on Mo Juechen's face was even worse, Yun Wuwei smiled lightly, "It's a long story, so I'll pick the simplest one. There is a hidden Mo family in Yunzhou City, and you, the young master, are the heirs of the Mo family." , the golden gun is an inheritance. A hundred years ago, the golden gun disappeared with the previous master of the Mohist family, and left behind the ancestral instructions. The day when the golden gun reappears a hundred years later, it will be the time when the young master of the Mohist family returns to the Mohist family."

Yun Wuwei's words made Mo Juechen deep in thought, "Then how can you be sure that I am the person you are looking for?"

"Because there are portraits of generations of masters in the Mo Mansion, and there are also portraits of the young master."

"I wasn't born a hundred years ago, so how can you have my portrait?" Mo Juechen frowned, somewhat disbelieving such illusory words.

(End of this chapter)