Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

He turned around and took two steps, and suddenly felt a hot sensation in his hand. He picked it up and spread it out to take a look.

Then the rather mysterious stone suddenly leaped up and crashed into the debris and black iron on the ground.

The next second, these black irons and joints began to continuously "piece together", as if forming a human-shaped object.

"?"

Liu Bei frowned slightly, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and was about to draw the sword and chop it down when he heard the voice of a young girl in his ears.

"Wait, wait, Xuande, don't cut me!"

“…Neither human nor ghost, take my sword first.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei's movements did not pause at all, but instead accelerated a lot, directly stabbing the tip of the sword into the chest of the "machine".

"It hurts, it hurts—are you really going to kill me?!"

The voice came from behind.

Surprise flashed in Liu Bei's eyes, and when he looked again, the machine that had been 'struck by the sword' was nowhere to be seen.

"Afterimage? Interesting. Just a good warm-up for me."

"Why are you getting so hot? I already told you I have no intention of taking action!"

"…real?"

"real!"

Hearing this, Liu Bei put away his sword with a slight regret. It was at this moment that he finally saw the specific appearance of the "thing" in front of him.

Standing in the light and shadow, it seems to be a beautiful illusion interwoven with ultra-ancient ruins and modern technology.

His entire body was made of black iron, a deep ink color, like the darkest ink in the night sky.

His face was exquisite, and his facial features were sculpted like a work of art carefully polished by the finest craftsmen. His high nose bridge, slightly pursed thin lips, and deep eyes seemed to hide the sea of stars, flashing with smart light, yet with a hint of the calmness and depth unique to machines.

Deep in her eyes, a faint blue light flickered, which was a faint signal from her intelligence core, adding a touch of mysterious technology to her beauty.

Her hair was not ordinary silk, but was woven from strands of extremely fine black iron wire. Each strand sparkled with a metallic luster, yet fell softly, like black satin draped over her shoulders.

At the ends of the hair, the delicate mechanical structure is faintly visible, like some kind of exquisite decoration, but it blends perfectly with the overall look without appearing abrupt.

She was slender and tall, wearing a long skirt that seemed to be woven from thin sheets of black iron. The metal sheets at the hem of the skirt swayed gently in the breeze, making crisp metallic collision sounds.

But the most interesting thing is that there are two things like "dragon horns" sticking up on her head.

Liu Bei was so curious that he couldn't help but come forward and touch it. He was amazed: "This material is amazing. It feels silky and soft, just like skin..."

The feel is indeed quite good. I really don't know how the other party turned a pile of iron sheets into such a soft thing.

But why is this thing a little wet?

???

The mechanical girl's eyes widened with fear. After she realized what was happening, she quickly reached out and slapped Liu Bei's dirty hands away. She said with a serious face:

"I am a descendant of Mo Di, the founder of the Mohist school. My name is Mo Tong, and my courtesy name is Xingjun."

"Long time no see, Liu Bei."

"?"

Liu Bei blinked, took a half step back, and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword again.

"Wait wait wait wait!"

Mo Tong was afraid that Liu Bei would want to chop him down again if they disagreed, so he quickly explained: "I, I am on your side!"

"…ha?"

Liu Bei looked at this "mechanical lady", thought for a moment, and said:

"You're not trying to say that you're the legitimate successor to the Mohist school, but that the Mohist leader used illicit means to seize the position and imprison you."

"Then, while imprisoned, you experienced an epiphany and separated a strand of your soul from the machine, in order to collaborate with others to overthrow the existing Mohists?"

"???"

Mo Tong was stunned by the words that were spoken so quickly and so fast, "...Are you a descendant of a novelist?"

“Oh, that’s not right!”

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 26: Then I will give me to you, okay?

"It's not as ridiculous as you say!"

Liu Bei looked at Mo Tong, whose tone was filled with anger but whose expression remained unchanged, and smiled, "Then Miss Mo, what is the real situation?"

After he put away his nonsense look, his handsome face finally showed his original charm.

Mo Tong took a quick look and quickly withdrew his gaze, answering honestly:

“…Originally, we Mozhe had always been hiding in the shadows, earning commissions through intelligence transactions or assassination missions. This was the majority of our funding source.”

"However, three years ago, the great Mohist master met several foreigners from the West and learned 'magic' from them."

"?magic?"

"Oh, this is the name after translation here," Mo Tong stuck out his tongue, "but I prefer to call it 'Xian Shu'."

…That’s not the question.

Liu Bei curled his lips. He used to think that the Mohists relied on technology that was ahead of its time, but now that he looked at it, it seemed that everything was a creation of magic.

Wait, why are there still Western foreigners... At this time, the West is... Rome?

Liu Bei felt a little confused, but having seen the fragments of Tiandao and Chixiao before, he quickly came to his senses.

It seems that this world is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface. The so-called Heavenly Dao and the holder of Chixiao are just two slightly larger mysteries.

There must be many unknown things hidden behind this.

"Anyway, whatever the name is, the great Mohist master gained a lot of knowledge through bartering, and thus formulated a huge plan - to resurrect the founder."

"?"

Liu Bei almost couldn't contain himself: "...Are you sure that if your ancestor comes back to life, he won't be angered by your actions again?"

"Then I don't know, maybe."

Mo Tong pondered this very seriously, then continued, "However, the Mo family leader seems to be very concerned about resurrecting the ancestor, even going crazy over it. I think, perhaps for her, resurrection itself is enough."

"As for the future after resurrection, the Great Harmony World and mechanical creations... these are merely secondary goals for her."

"That sounds a bit like you're in love..." Liu Bei pursed his lips. "So, why did you come here to tell me all this?"

Mo Tong said seriously, "I was imprisoned by the Mo family leader."

"? Wait a minute, what you're going to say next won't be exactly the same as what I just said, right?"

"How can it be!"

Mo Tong snorted, turned his head and said, "I have been hiding among the people since I was young. It was the great master of the Mo family who found me, brought me back, and carefully trained me."

"Until a few months ago, the Mo family leader was a very gentle and kind person. Although she wanted to resurrect the Mo family founder in the next second, she never wanted to hurt anyone else."

"I'm afraid I can't agree with that," Liu Bei said, shaking his head. "You should have heard that Mohist master declare just now, 'The common people are like tiny blades of grass; they will sprout again next year,' and even said that death is not a pity... Haha."

“There’s a reason for all this!”

Mo Tong hurriedly said, "Originally, our plan was to manipulate the heads of various aristocratic families to cast a large-scale magic spell, reversing right and wrong and bringing death back to life. But... somehow, all the obstacles in our plan were pulled out at the same time."

Hearing this, Liu Bei said expressionlessly: "So what?"

"You know, we Mohists have planned hundreds of escape routes to survive, but this time the plan failed, making all our efforts go to waste. How can Juzi not be anxious and frantic..."

"Oh, I got it."

Liu Bei nodded in understanding and concluded, "A leader who inherited a million-dollar fortune chose to embark on an unimaginable path in order to avoid relying on his old capital. After pouring all his capital into it and losing everything, he ultimately broke down. Is that what you mean?"

"..."

Mo Tong suddenly felt shivering with anger, but he couldn't say a word to refute.

Even she, who had always been by the side of the Mohist master, could not understand his thoughts and emotions, let alone others.

What's more, no matter how great the setbacks the Mohist leader suffered subjectively, it is a fact that she sent troops to attack various places in Wujun, causing casualties.

It was for these reasons that Mo Tong sneaked out, hoping that Liu Bei could rescue those who could still be rescued.

"...So, can you help me?" Mo Tong bit her lip and said stubbornly, "There are also big differences of opinion among the Mozhe..."

"interesting."

Liu Bei stared at the 'mechanical girl', a smile gradually growing on his face.

He is not the kind of person who can't walk at all when he sees a woman, nor will he be fooled into doing funeral ceremonies because of a few words from others.

However, regardless of whether this matter is true or not, it will definitely be beneficial.

If Mo Tong was lying, then we could just take advantage of the situation and deliberately reveal some false information in order to make further plans.

And if what Mo Tong said is true, then... this trip will undoubtedly be extremely profitable.

The Mohist sect has continued to this day, and the wealth and machinery stored within it, as well as the Mohist legacy from thousands of years ago, are all priceless treasures.

Not to mention, if their technology is used for military purposes, then we can get an invincible army that can crush other armies with technology.

This is equivalent to developing Gundams and Star Destroyers while the other side is still playing stone throwing.

They are not even in the same league, they can be crushed with ease.

In addition, if the Mohist leader is defeated, there will definitely be a leader vacancy within the Mohist sect. At this time, "Mo Tong", who has blood inheritance, is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

In a short period of time, Liu Bei had sorted out the causes and effects of the matter.

Why does he just keep laughing and not say anything?

Mo Tong didn't get a response for a long time. When he looked up, he saw Liu Bei with a smile on his face. He was obviously a machine, but at this moment he was getting a little hot.

He...what does he mean? Could it be that he likes me?

No, no, Mo Tong, what are you thinking about!

This body is made of iron. How could a man be interested in something like this?!

Mo Tong shook his head, fearing that Liu Bei would say no, and said hurriedly:

"Of course, I won't let you work for nothing. As long as you reach a cooperation with me, after the deal is done... you can take any item from the Mo family treasure!"

Liu Bei smiled and shook his head.

"Woo!"

Mo Tong gritted his teeth, endured the bleeding expression, and shouted: "Half, half of the Mo family treasure!"

Liu Bei still smiled and shook his head.

"All, all for you, okay?!"

Mo Tong was about to collapse, but seeing that Liu Bei's expression hadn't changed at all, she could only look at herself tearfully, and finally added weakly -

"Then, I'll give myself to you too, okay?"

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 27: Master, save me! !

Should I say you are really heartless...

Liu Bei was too lazy to continue talking to this silly girl, so he simply said: "I don't need Mohist wealth, nor do I need your body... What I need is Mohist loyalty."

"…ah?"

Mo Tong was a little stunned: "What does it mean to be loyal to a Mohist?"

"I need your technology."

Liu Bei took a few steps forward, his expression gradually shifting from nonchalant to serious and earnest. "The Mohists besieging Wujun? Pirates and bandits rampaging? To me... none of this is worth mentioning."

"The chaos in the world stems from the instability of people's hearts. There are many reasons for this instability. Top management is one, equal distribution is two, and the third... naturally, is the sense of life."

"If all the people in the world had food to eat and clothes to wear, how could the world not be peaceful?"

He paused, giving Mo Tong time to absorb his thoughts, and then continued, "I don't agree with your Mohist philosophy of treating the common people as worthless, but I do have great respect for your divine creations."