I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 953: No evidence left.

"Stop it, old bastard!"

In front of the water curtain, Chuntao stood up suddenly.

Looking at the miserable appearance of Li Mu being beaten in the picture, my heart ached.

The other girls also had grim expressions on their faces; the cheerful atmosphere from before was long gone.

Li Linger covered her mouth, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

"What are you doing back here? Go away..."

...

...

"Husband, don't... please, please go away."

Under the water curtain, Jun Baobao had already broken down in tears.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Mo Ziyuan desperately used his body to hit the magic circle.

"Junior brother, I won't bother you anymore."

"I know you're hiding from me because you don't like me. Go away, go away!"

"Go away... woooo."

...

"Boy, I don't want to kill you, you are asking for death!"

The old man looked at Li Mu, who was covered in wounds, and felt fearful for a moment.

After all, the other party is the true disciple of the Mohist master. If he is really killed, it will be a situation of life and death.

However, he had to do this now. If he kept this child, it would definitely become a disaster in the future.

"You old bastard, you think you can kill me?"

Li Mu's eyes were bloodshot and half of his face was completely covered in blood.

However, the smile on his face was wider than ever before.

After traveling for so long, this was the second time he was so excited.

"Okay, I will help you and avenge my son!"

The old man pointed to the sky with one hand, and suddenly lightning and thunder appeared in the void.

The originally sunny weather suddenly became cloudy.

The next moment, the old man's raised right hand fell down like lightning.

A bolt of lightning that was dozens of times thicker than the previous one struck directly on Li Mu's head.

"Ha ha ha ha."

However, Li Mu did not dodge or evade, but instead burst into laughter.

He raised his head and opened his arms to actively welcome the thunder.

"Husband!"

"Little junior brother!"

At this moment, a deep male voice came from the horizon.

"You bastard, aren't you afraid that your master will fail?"

Before he finished speaking, a young child who looked only seven or eight years old, holding a pitch-black eight-sided long sword in his hand, hovered above Li Mu's head.

The blade is unopened and has an intricate inscription on it.

"Mo Yuan!" When the old man saw the child, his pupils shrank and he turned his head to look at the sky.

"Ma Wude, you dare to touch my apprentice, do you really think that I, a Mozi, have no temper?"

Soon, a large group of black-robed monks appeared in the sky, walking towards them.

The leader was the Mo Daoyi couple.

"Master!"

Li Mu bared his teeth and waved towards the sky.

At this time, the child raised his long knife and hit Li Mu on the head, scolding him,

“Why don’t you hide!”

Li Mu smiled innocently and bowed respectfully to the child.

"I've met Uncle Master!"

"I know you're coming."

Li Mu looked at the child in front of him with envy.

Although he is only the spirit of "Mo Yuan", his strength is comparable to that of a first-grade cultivator.

When Li Mu first entered the sect, he was "trained" by him a lot, so it was not an exaggeration to call him uncle-master.

"Big Brother, we are here to support you."

Two Mohist disciples flashed to Li Mu's side and lifted him up.

Mo Daoyi walked up to Li Mu, took a look at his injuries, and snorted coldly,

"You overestimate your own abilities. I'll settle the score with you later."

Although he said this, he couldn't hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

Master's wife Liu Fanghua stepped forward and squeezed Li Mu's shoulder, her face full of worry.

"Mu'er, how are you injured?"

"Master's wife, I'm fine, just some minor injuries."

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"Mo Daoyi, you, the Mo family, are interfering in worldly affairs!"

When Ma Wude saw that except for Mo Daoyi and his wife, the rest were disciples of the fourth or fifth rank, he couldn't help but sneer on his face.

Sure enough, the elders of the Mohist School would not allow Mo Daoyi to do whatever he wanted.

"I didn't see anything mundane."

Mo Daoyi looked reckless and snorted coldly.

"I only saw you being disrespectful to your elders, bullying my daughter, and hurting my disciples."

"How are you going to explain this to my Mo family?"

Ma Wude sneered and deliberately turned sideways to show the strength behind him.

"It was you, the Mohist disciple, who broke the rules first."

"Your daughter brutally murdered my son, and you asked me to give you an explanation."

"Besides, are you sure you can represent the Mohist School?"

Li Mu also found that none of the elders came, and asked in a low voice,

"Master, aren't you being too arrogant?"

"You have just entered the realm of semi-saints. One against four..."

"Shut up!" Mo Dao rolled his eyes at Li Mu.

He also didn't expect that the other party would be so willing to spend so much money.

At the moment, we can only rely on the momentum of the Mohist School to intimidate the other party first, and then go back to "fight" with those old stubborn people.

Seeing this, Ma Wude was even more confident and laughed,

"Mo Daoyi, I won't make things difficult for you."

"As long as you agree to my terms, our two families will be relatives from now on."

"The grudges will naturally be wiped out."

"Conditions?" Mo Dao frowned, knowing that the other party must be holding back.

Then, Mo Ziyuan in the magic circle cried,

"Dad, you're here!"

"That guy surnamed Ma wanted to humiliate my daughter, but she fought back desperately and that’s why he didn’t succeed."

"This old man is so shameless that he actually let his daughter marry him..."

"Dad! You have to make the decision for your daughter!"

Hearing this, Mo Dao's eyes turned red and he growled.

"Ma Wude, I'm going to fight you!"

Ma Wude was so angry that his nose was crooked. He pointed at Mo Ziyuan and roared,

"Bad talk!"

"It was you who killed my son."

"Old man, when did I ever say I wanted to marry you? You..."

"You are shameless!" Mo Ziyuan cried even harder, saying miserably,

"Dad, you heard me."

"This old man doesn't even want to marry her in a formal way. He wants to treat his daughter as a plaything."

"Dad, my daughter's life is so hard."

"Who said that my Ma family is unwilling to marry in a formal way!" Upon hearing this, Ma Wude immediately retorted.

If this were to come true, he would be humiliating the Mohist school.

The current good situation has all gone to waste.

However, Mo Ziyuan would never let him go, and immediately seized the loophole in his words.

"Dad, you heard it, he admitted it!"

"She just wants to monopolize my daughter!"

Mo Daoyi had never lived in the mortal world, and he didn't understand how just a few simple words could make the other party break down.

But he was not stupid, he immediately climbed up the pole, pointing at Ma Wude and cursing,

"Ma, how dare you bully my Mo family!"

Jun Baobao on the side looked at Mo Ziyuan in surprise.

I didn't expect that this seemingly innocent and naive little girl actually has so many thoughts.

As expected of my husband's teaching...

No wonder she didn't even let go of those people's souls.

Isn't this a case of there being no evidence? Whatever she says is the truth.

No, I have to write it down quickly.

Thinking in her mind, Jun Baobao took out her memo jade slip again and gestured with her slender jade fingers.

"An angry old man!"

Ma Wude was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, pointing at Mo Daoyi but did not say anything.

At this time, another old man behind him stepped forward and sneered,

"Brother Ma, there's no need to get so angry."

"Capture them, and then our families will go to the Mohist School together to seek justice."

Second Austrian!

Li Mu cursed inwardly, it turned out that these old cunning people were not so easy to fool.

In comparison, Baijiacai, who is devoted to spiritual practice and ignores worldly affairs, is as innocent as a college graduate.

When Mo Dao saw that the other party was about to take action, he glanced at Li Mu and asked,

"No more tricks?"

"I told you to focus on your cultivation."

"If you are now at the level of a semi-saint."

"We, the master and the disciple, should tear the heads off these old bastards!"

Li Mu nodded obediently and did not talk back at this time.

Looking at the Mohist disciples, a very outstanding female disciple asked,

"Junior Sister Qingqing, did you send the things I asked you to send?"

The girl named Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a blushing face.

"It's sent. It's sent."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a lazy laugh from the horizon.

"Master Ma, you don't take my Bai family seriously."