Originally, Mu Qi was the one who got the No. 2 lottery.
But because of Xie Mobei's unfavorable start, he didn't say a word, and even fell under the little lolita's princess skirt, and even developed a tendency to become a moron.
The momentum of the hall master's team weakened a lot in an instant.
In order to restore this morale, Lan Xi thought for a while, and sent Mo Wuan, who was vicious and gangster-like.
Although Mo Wu'an has a very powerful brain, his appearance is not delicate or weak at all, and he looks like a little hooligan on the contrary.
When he usually keeps his face shut and doesn't speak, he also gives people an air of not being messed with.
Sending Mo Wu'an there can scare the little girl into tears. As long as Lu Li is frightened, she will naturally give whatever she wants.
No matter how bad it is, if you can't get the watermelon back, you can get some information back.
What's more, the analysis of facial micro-expressions has always been Mo Wu'an's strong point.
Mo Wuan changed from third to second, and he didn't feel any dissatisfaction. He nodded slightly, and walked towards the little girl who was obediently sitting on the sofa and watching TV.
The little girl was holding the little watermelon in her arms, staring at the TV with her big black and clear eyes.
The white and tender little fat face is bulging, and the two ponytails tied with pink ribbons hang quietly behind the head, looking beautiful and cute.
If Xie Mobei had come, he might have conceded defeat long ago, but Mo Wuan was different. He didn't have much feeling for beautiful and cute things. In contrast, he preferred cold numbers and information.
That's why Lan Xi put him in second place with confidence.
Mo Wu'an went over, but didn't go forward immediately, but glanced at the little girl, as if analyzing the expression on her face.
I'm also looking for an entry point for a topic.
But the little girl's face is nothing but happy, it's very simple, you can understand it at a glance.
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Mo Wuan then watched TV again, Black Cat Sheriff.
He quickly searched in his mind and found a lot of information about the cartoon of Sheriff Black Cat. He just wanted to chat with the little girl about the plot of Sheriff Black Cat.
Who knows, the little girl has already noticed him.
Xiao Luli frowned, with clear and clean big black eyes, just staring at Mo Wuan with a ferocious face, with the aura of "I'm not easy to mess with" written all over her body.
Compared with Xie Mobei, who has a delicate and fair appearance and a soft face, Mo Wu'an looks more like a ruthless killer.
The little girl stared, couldn't help it, frowned, and started to roll up her little sleeves, "Uncle, do you want to fight with someone?"
Mo Wuan was silent for a while: "...No."
The little girl was still frowning, looking very vigilant: "But you look like you are going to fight with someone."
Mo Wu'an: "...you read it wrong."
"Uncle, don't you really want to fight with others?" The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while, hugging the watermelon, the little milk voice started to seduce people again, and said crisply:
"He's so easy to beat! Better than my father! You can kill him with one punch!"
Mo Wu'an thought for a while, then said dumbly: "... I don't know how to fight."
What Mo Wuan said was indeed correct.
He is in charge of mental work in "Shadow", and his brain is overloaded every day. What he does has nothing to do with fighting, and he has never even had a drop of blood on his hands.
"You don't know how?" The little girl stared round her black eyes, but then patted her small chest and said, "It's okay, I can teach you! I know how to fight!"
As she said that, the little girl got off the sofa excitedly, holding a shiny green watermelon in her hand, and started to circle three times to the left and three times to the right, twisting her buttocks and neck, and shaking her bulging belly in the middle. It's like doing radio gymnastics.
The picture was once so unsightly that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.
But when she finished, she said confidently:
"Uncle, look! Fighting is as simple as that! He is very powerful, isn't he!"
Mo Wuan: "..."
Mo Wuan didn't know if she was serious or not, but he knew that Lan Xi, Mu Qi, and Old Shen over there almost collapsed with laughter.
Lu Junhan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Lan Xi stretched out her thumb: "It's alright, girl, I've never seen anyone who is more confident than her."
Old Shen: "..."
Isn't the request of your current Hall Master a bit strange
Seeing that she had misunderstood, the little girl put down her raised sleeves again, and asked in a childish voice, "Then uncle, are you here to snatch someone's baby?"
Mo Wuan nodded.
Seeing this, the little girl hugged the watermelon and said aggrievedly:
"Uncle, don't steal other people's babies, okay? They only have one baby. If you snatch them away, they will have no babies. In this case, they will be very pitiful..."
The little girl's lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyelashes were long and black, and her big black eyes were watery and clear like a clear spring. Just looking at them eagerly, no matter how hard-hearted people are, they will be softened by her.
In particular, Mo Wu'an was not a hard-hearted person at all, the only one was hard-hearted, cold-hearted like a killing machine, Xie Mobei who had almost no human emotions, and was full of cold-blooded monsters in his bones.
Just now, it was done by the little girl's face.
Seeing the pitiful look of the little girl, Mo Wu'an hesitated for a moment, and raised his head inadvertently, but saw Lan Xi who was not far away wiped his neck, as if to warn him.
Mo Wu'an thought for a while, pursed his thin lips, and took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, apparently intending to hand over the result to God. He asked the little girl to draw 4 cards in a row, and said with a wooden face:
"As long as you can draw a 2, I won't grab you."
Seeing this, Mu Qi over there looked at Lan Xi: "Does he still believe in fate? I thought that people like him who rely on brain power are usually very rational and never superstitious."
Lan Xi shook her head:
"No, Mo Wu'an doesn't believe in fate, but he believes in ghosts and gods, and also in karma. The body is generally not stained with blood, but he is also afraid that someone will die indirectly because of his information, and then he will turn into a ghost to seek his life, so he usually sleeps in the coffin at night, thinking that if this is the case, the ghost will think he is dead I won't be looking for him again."
Mu Qi: "..."
It's really a good "deception".
While Lan Xi was talking, Mo Wuan came back.
In his hand, shining brightly, four 2s.
One piece of each color, very eye-catching.
Lanxi: "..."
Mo Wu'an thought for a moment, then said dully, "She's with me, it's over."
Lanxi: "..."
On the contrary, Mr. Shen was quite interested and puzzled: "Just because she drew four 2s all at once?"
"I'm afraid of ghosts." Mo Wu'an paused, and then said, "She's very lucky. Generally, people with good luck are not prone to running into ghosts."
Lanxi: "..."