This person is at least 1.8 meters tall, and is in his forties. His weight is estimated to be about 160 kilograms. He is the kind of person who is strong and strong, but not strong.

But it was such a person that Uncle Tai actually carried him in with one hand and threw him on the ground casually like throwing something.

Whether it was the carefree Mo Hui or the serious Mo Heng around Mo Xian, he saw that Uncle Tai had such strength at such age, his expression was stiff.

The man who was thrown on the ground was quite tough. After only one muffled groan, there was no sound again.

"I don't know which young master's entourage is. I was still lingering at the entrance of the village at night. The old man didn't ask him to do it, so he had to use some means, I'm sorry."

Uncle Tai's tone was half-literate and half-white, and his expression was a bit strange.

Mo Ni clearly felt that the expressions on the two men of the same clan were stiff.

Uncle Tai's tone seemed humble and polite with a smile on his face, but the three young masters of the Mo family could hear what he meant, and they could not ignore the indescribable power that suddenly emanated from the hunchbacked old man.

It seemed that at this moment, they were not facing a twilight old man, but a boss with high power.

Mo Ku said with a smile: "Uncle Tai, I don't know such a person. The only one who can come here to find me is my uncle."

Mo Hui said while aiming at Mo Heng with his eyes, with his intention very obvious.

Uncle Tai's eyes swept across the faces of the three of them one by one and also froze on Mo Heng.

These three so-called young masters of the Mo family can see from their dressing that the only one who can afford bodyguards is Mo Heng, a rich man who cares so much that even socks are luxury goods.

Mo Heng suddenly shrank under Uncle Tai's sharp gaze, then sneered indifferently, and said, "You all look at me, you are not here to find me, I don't know him."

"Since the three young masters don't know each other, that old man is not polite." Uncle Tai said with a slight smile, and stepped on one of the man's hands. Although he did not make a sound of bone shattering in an exaggerated way, the man let out a series of screams, and finally looked at Mo Yan and said intermittently: "I'm here... to find you, Mo... Mo Yan, it was Mr. He who asked me... to come... to find you!"

Mo Yan was so angry that he wanted to get so thick.

Is this still over?

He suddenly felt as if two pricks were aimed at him, which was the light suddenly burst out from Uncle Tai's dim old eyes.

At this moment, he was finally sure that it was not an illusion that he felt that Uncle Tai's eyes were strange under the sunset that day.

He finally learned idioms such as "bright and sharp" and "sharp eyes" in elementary school.

"I don't know this person, Uncle Tai."

Uncle Tai's feet were still stomping back and forth on the man's hands, and the man's wailing became louder and louder.

"You believe me, really, I... I'm the Second Young Master called... I'm here to protect you, Mo... Mo Wu, He Er Master... so... so... I like you, you..."

Mo Yan felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his face almost instantly, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably again, like a helpless smile.

As long as his emotions are out of control, it means that his expression will also be out of control, which is not just due to his anger.

In fact, this is just a manifestation of his illness, and it is also a conclusion that the doctor concluded that he was myasthenia gravis. Many patients with muscle weakness will experience eyelid sagging and occasionally facial muscle groups will lose control and make some strange laughs.

Like the He family, Mo Yan also doesn't want anyone to know about such disgusting things.

But this person shouted in public.

Now Mo Hui's expression has changed from being relieved to being gossipy about clearing the suspicion, and everyone can see the contempt in Mo Heng's eyes.

Only Uncle Tai did not change at all after hearing this, and still looked indifferent, but his feet kept stomping on the man's ravaged hand, and there was no change because of these words from the man.

Having seen Uncle Tai's great power, Mo Wu had reason to believe that this man's hand must be useless, and no matter how powerful the doctor is, he will definitely not be able to treat powder fractures.

The man continued to say while wailing, from the initial hint to the later pointing out how the second young master thought about him day and night and never forget him.

It turns out that you are like Mo Yan. The other two young masters of the Mo family set aside the distance from Mo Yan, as if a virus with the letter a was already lurking in Mo Yan.

Facing the two of the same surnames who were both disgusted and looked disgusted, Mo Ni suddenly calmed down.

"You are lying." He stared at the wailing man on the ground, and said slowly: "Who are you?"

Uncle Tai suddenly stopped his movements, glanced at Mo Yan, and said meaningfully: "He didn't lie, this person was originally with you."

Mo Ye was stunned.

How is that possible? On the small path of the village, he was on the electric tricycle, only the coachman, Uncle Tai and him.

Could it be that coachman? But it's not right. The coachman is black and thin, and the man who rolls and wails on the ground is tall and big, and his appearance is completely incompatible with his appearance.

"He was hiding under the tricycle at that time." Uncle Tai added.

Mo Hui Jianxixi finally came to her senses and said a classic line in the ghost story: "Oh, I'll go, back to back, it's so comfortable."

Uncle Tai stared at him coldly, scaring him so much that he took two steps back, his pale face as silent as a cicada.

"You mean, he hid under the tricycle and followed us all the way here?"

Mo Yan's gaze was surfing the man with suspicious eyes. He did not doubt Uncle Tai's words, but he really couldn't imagine that this man was 1.8 meters tall and could hide under the electric tricycle, and he didn't fall off such a bumpy dirt road.

Mo An was already confused by the loess road when he was sitting in the car. How high is his skill to be able to follow the electric three-wheeler?

Could it be that this person is actually Spider-Man?

And how powerful is Uncle Tai? He can throw such a martial arts master to the ground like a chicken, and stomp on the ground?

Feeling that his skin was about to start shaking again, Mo Yan rubbed his cheeks with his hands. Things seemed to be getting more and more complicated. He didn't know which of the strange village was enemies and which of the people in front of him was a friend, and the disappearance of his parents was not related to these people, so Mo Yan didn't want anyone to see his emotions.

"I didn't lie to you. I was really the Second Young Master Sect who came to protect you. He... was worried that you were alone."

The people on the ground took the opportunity to sit up, took a breath and explained again.
Chapter completed!