Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

【384Practice is king】

Nangong Mo smiled, "I am naturally avoidant. Can this explanation be accepted?"

"Okay." Zhizhi's eyes were clear, "After dinner, while you were changing clothes, I stood at the door and recalled what happened in the restaurant. I accidentally found that there was a blank space in my mind for about two minutes, regardless of

No matter how much I think about it, I can't recall what happened. Then I remembered Shitou asking me to pay attention to your eyes, and then I realized that these are the blank traces left by being hypnotized by what An Yi once said to me inadvertently."

Nangong Mo's brows twitched and his eyes narrowed, "The ability to use my eyes on the one I love seems to make sense."

"Nangong Mo almost never uses the power of his eyes on me, and he will not always try to use targeted hypnosis on me along the way." Zhizhi lifted up the sleeve of his right arm and saw an obvious sign above him.

He pinched the swollen bruises and said, "In order to prevent you from being hypnotized, it's worth it for me to pinch myself. I forgot to mention the most important point. I once asked Han Ze about Nangong Mo's eyes ability, which did not include hypnosis.

Xiang Geng will not turn faintly blue when used, so sir, you are not Nangong Mo, the pretending game is over, now, I want to expose your true face."

Shitou looked at her mother's hand and sighed, "Women really have to be cruel to themselves."

Zhizhi immediately rewarded him with a chestnut and said, "You are not allowed to watch bloody TV series again!"

Shitou was speechless, so it was all about following her, okay?

The mother and son talked to each other and explained everything clearly——

Not only did the man opposite him not show any surprise, but his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of excitement on his face, "Yes, I have all the leaders of MZ in my hands. I am the mask who has followed Diderot for many years. This time I was taken over by Diderot."

The purpose of the order is to bring you to Jack's headquarters, firstly, to threaten Nangong, secondly, to frame Nangong Mo, and to use Nangong's hands to destroy MZ, which has no use value, thirdly..."

He paused deliberately and turned his gaze to Zhizhi, "I dedicate you to Diderot."

Zhizhi was instantly disgusted, "This half-buried old man is still coveting me? Damn it!"

Old man?

He chuckled, "To be honest, I really want to see Diderot's expression when he heard you call him that."

Zhizhi raised his eyebrows: "Thank you, I was born to tell the truth, do practical things, and serve the motherland and the people."

He smiled again, his smile was very shameless.

If Zhizhi hadn't known that he was a fake, seeing his smiling face and expression, he would have thought that he was the Nangong Mo who could always laugh at his own less humorous words.

"Interesting... Hehe... Hehe..." He covered his belly and continued to laugh, "You... I'll catch you... I'll catch you... Hehehe..."

"Mommy, is there nothing wrong with him?" Xiao Shitou rolled his eyes, "Have you made another bad peach blossom?"

Zhizhi was messy, "What kind of flower is peach? It's completely an evil flower. It's harassment and deserves a beating!"

Shitou took out the handheld game console from his backpack and laughed, "Don't worry, Mommy, our detailed location has been passed to Daddy through this. Diderot's goal of completing the three dreams will be shattered!"

It turns out that my son is not addicted to games.

Zhizhi nodded heavily with joy and emotion, "Shitou is so good."

After that, he took out the long whip from his waist and threw it on the ground with a snap. Anger accumulated in Zhizhi's brows, "Now, I'm going to take off your disguise and beat you up for this fake product, Mr. Mask."

His smile never changed, "Why don't you guess, can you beat me?"

"Sorry, I don't like guessing." Zhizhi held up the whip and his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Practice is the way to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhizhi raised his right arm high and flew up with his whip, whistling like a silver dragon, flying towards the man with a gust of fierce wind, aiming straight at his gentle and elegant face.

A bright and clear snap resounded through the room. Looking away, I saw him jumping back and dodging her whip very quickly, his eyes filled with admiration.

What a powerful whipping technique.

"In his memory, he doesn't seem to have fought with you," he murmured, stood up suddenly, rushed forward at a flying speed, grabbed the long whip she waved again with his right arm, and moved towards him like a flower.

He pulled it away, knowing that it was beyond his power, he staggered twice, took several steps forward, and had no choice but to withdraw the whip.

Stepping forward to fight with the mask, the two exchanged several blows back and forth. Although Zhizhi didn't suffer any loss with her fists and kicks, she still couldn't gain the upper hand. For a while, it was hard to tell the winner, and her face began to turn slightly red.

He chuckled, "Yes, Diderot will definitely like the way you fight."

Zhi Zhi Nu said, "Can you not mention the old pervert who spoils my fun?"

He shook his hands, passed through her defense and grabbed her throat. He turned around and strangled her in his arms. He turned his voice and whispered, "Women who can fight are good at bed. You

how?"

"Damn it!"

His relaxed tone and such explicit questions were a complete provocation to her dignity.

Zhizhi hit him with an elbow, and deftly opened the long arm that was holding him. He was as light as a swallow and dodged his next attack. He jumped sideways, stood up with his whip, and said angrily: "Jack is really as his name suggests, shameless.

a model.”

Her series of smooth movements made Mask admire her very much, and she smiled gently, "Sorry, it's my first time fighting with a woman. It's hard to control the strength, but the scale."

Grasp the strength? You are still discriminating against women!

Zhizhi gritted his teeth angrily, "I would be sorry if I didn't kill you."

"I didn't like talking so much before, but now I talk a lot. My little friend, you have changed." He curled his eyes and spoke clearly.

Zhizhi was stunned for a moment.

He pretended to be Nangong Mo, pretended to be Nangong Mo, imitating his voice and his movements, but no one knew about him, Nangong Mo and Dou Li except the two of them... Why could he say this in such a natural tone?

Evocative words.

Why does he call himself a kid?

Full of anger rushing in his chest, Zhizhi shouted angrily: "I told you, stop pretending to be Nangong Mo."

"I am the mask." He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes, "I am also Nangong Mo."

There was a bang in his head, and his blood pressure surged. Zhizhi couldn't think for a moment, so he raised his hand and attacked to tear off the disguise mask on his face——

(Thank you dear Big Bad Wolf 081129 for the silent gold medal ^_^)