"Come on, hahaha, at worst, I'll die with you today!" Xuanyuan Zhuojia knew that he couldn't escape this time, but instead looked a little open and laughed a few times.

Tianlu guarded the entrance of the restaurant and said, "Xuanyuan Zhuojia, you betray Mo Xia, you will die!"

"What am I betraying? I want a better life, is there anything wrong?"

"You are an old man from the Mo family. You should know that the Mo family does not pursue pleasure!"

Xuanyuan Zhuojia wiped the blood on his lips and said with a grin: "It is everyone's nature to be lazy and hate labor, and the Mo family is killing someone's nature!"

"Do you know why the Mohist school has never been able to grow? Because you advocate hard work! Confucianism and Mohist school are two major exaggerated schools in the world. Let's look at the current development of Confucianism, and then look at the Mohist school. The three schools of Mohist school have less than a thousand people in total. How can we compare with Confucianism?"

The evil spirit, who had broken one leg, curled up on the foot of the wall and said angrily: "Xuanyuan Boiling Armor, this is your personal awareness. The Mo family is hard and simple, and opposes extravagance and waste. What's wrong with this?"

"Life is very hard in itself. You are fully capable of living a better life, so why do you still have to endure hardship? Everyone in Mo Xia can be valued in society, so why do you have to eat braised vegetables? Now even Buddhism is not so hard-working!"

Xuanyuan Zhuojia yelled like accusation: "If I should suffer the pain, I will suffer! But some of the pain is not what I should suffer. Back then, I earned tens of millions of dollars on my own hands. I have no objection to let me give it to the collective. But why donate it? Those are my labor income and my hard-earned money!"

Xiong Zhengse said: "There are so many people in the world who can't afford to eat. We have some extra money, so it's natural for us to donate to the world. This is the love of the Mohist family. Why don't you understand?"

"You are amazing, you are noble!" Xuanyuan Zhuojia smiled bitterly.

Tianlu suddenly felt his heart moving and said, "Xiong, don't talk nonsense to him, he is taking the opportunity to recover his skills."

Xiong immediately reacted and rushed towards Xuanyuan Zhuojia with Tianlu.

At the moment of speaking, Xuanyuan Zhuojia did not hesitate to regulate his breathing secretly and recovered some of his skills. When he saw Xiong and Tianlu pounce, he bumped over without hesitation.

Bang!

Both sides fell backwards together.

Xiong and Tianlu had a dagger inserted into their abdomen, which was not fatal, but also made them temporarily lose their combat effectiveness.

Xuanyuan Zhuojia slowly got up from the ground and vomited blood constantly, but he stood up and smiled with a bloody smile: "You are too young after all, haha, no one can stop me. Go back and give me a message to the new Juzi. If the Mo family still develops according to the old tradition, they will die!"

"Don't leave, go back with us!" Tianlu shouted, covering the wound on her abdomen.

Xuanyuan Zhuojia ignored him and walked out of the restaurant step by step. The hotel staff were frightened and didn't dare to make a sound.

The hotel guests were almost gone, with only a few people left standing aside and staring at the old man in front of him.

He dragged his heavy body and struggled to walk, but he walked out of the hotel door.

At the entrance of the hotel, an old man was waiting for him, in his sixties, but he looked strong, especially his arms, several times thicker than ordinary people, just like an athlete's thigh, which was not proportional to his figure.
Chapter completed!