"Logan, did you know?"

Fang Mo put down his wine glass, his words filled with endless melancholy: "People will eventually become what they hate the most..."

"Really?" Logan looked noncommittal: "I just did what you usually do to me, tell a hell joke."

"Telling jokes about hell will deduct merit."

Fang Mo said sadly: "I can handle things like merit by myself. Uncle Lang, you have to be good..."

"It's okay, deducting 1 does not deduct merit." The corners of Luo Gen's mouth raised slightly. To be honest, it was quite rare for Fang Mo to have a headache. This made him feel a lot more comfortable, offsetting some of the sadness and melancholy before parting: "

Isn’t this what you taught me?”

"Hey, it seems I can't stop you anymore."

When Fang Mo heard this, he also pretended to sigh: "In that case, let's tell hell jokes together."

"wait……"

Logan suddenly realized something was wrong.

However, it was too late to say anything, because Fang Mo had already started talking on his own.

"Speaking of hell jokes, the most classic topic is black and Jewish. But this time I came here, I seem to have been bringing up the topic of Jewish. I guess you are tired of aesthetics after talking about this stuff too much, right?"

At this moment, Fang Mo still looked helpless, and his whole face was filled with a happy smile: "How about we talk about black people this time..."

"I don't want to hear it, I have black friends."

Logan rubbed his forehead with a headache: "You can attack a person himself, but can you not bring the entire race with you? I have met many excellent and kind-hearted black people."

"Well, that's true."

Fang Mo touched his chin thoughtfully: "There are indeed many outstanding guys among black people. In my impression, many of them are top athletes..."

"Yeah, so you can't..."

"But from an evolutionary perspective, the reason why they have strong bodies is most likely the result of species selection." Before Logan could finish speaking, Fang Mo suddenly clapped his hands and said: "Because they have weak bodies.

All the black people were thrown into the sea!”

"I shouldn't fucking believe you have mercy."

Logan directly covered his face.

"Haha! Only God has mercy. I don't...well, no, I am God. Well, I actually have a little mercy."

Fang Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud, but he quickly reacted and said seriously: "Ahem, actually I also had a favorite black celebrity before... It's a pity that he died young.

, I felt very uncomfortable at the time.”

"real?"

Luo Gen raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Mo a little doubtfully.

But when the little demon next to him heard this, he immediately understood what this guy wanted to say and rolled his eyes.

"Yep, it is."

Fang Mo directly ignored the little demon next to him, nodded to Logan and said swornly: "The star I like is called Kobe. He is very powerful. It's a pity that he hasn't scored a goal in the next few years, and his reputation has plummeted... I'm a little bit

I don’t like him anymore.”

"...?"

Logan frowned, suddenly realizing that something was not quite right.

"I don't think it's a sudden drop in reputation."

And at this moment, the little demon next to him finally couldn't help it anymore and glanced at Fang Mo here angrily: "Did the helicopter turn sharply?"

"I fucking knew it."

Logan was not stupid, he quickly realized what was going on, and his face suddenly darkened.

"Hahahahaha!"

Fang Mo laughed heartlessly, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly raised his index finger in realization: "Hey! I suddenly thought of what happened to the black people who fell into the sea...

…”

"how's it going?"

Logan asked almost with a black face.

"Most of them have sent it." Fang Mo chuckled: "But according to the theory of evolution, there should be a very small number of black people who have evolved fish gills..."

"Is this how you use the theory of evolution?" Logan was about to get angry when he heard this. He shouted without thinking, "Do I have to congratulate you, because you successfully helped Darwin find his

Father?"

"Uncle Wolf, pay attention to your appearance..."

At this moment, the little demon next to him raised his forehead and reminded him.

"I……"

Logan was stunned for a moment, but soon he wiped his face painfully, then stood up from his seat, sighed and said: "Forget it...it seems it's time for me to leave. If I stay like this,

I'm afraid I'm really going to hell after I die."

"Ah? Are you leaving now?"

Seeing Logan standing up to leave, Fang Mo was a little surprised, but at this moment the little demon next to him poked him, and then pointed to the clock on the wall not far away.

Fang Mo turned around and took a look.

It turned out that it was almost noon.

"...Nani?"

To be honest, even Fang Mo himself didn't expect that this morning would pass by without even realizing it. Sure enough, happy times are short-lived. I guess Logan realized this, so he made excuses to leave.

It's just that I have to say goodbye suddenly.

Fang Mo also felt the sad atmosphere before leaving.

"Anyway, thank you for the snacks." Logan didn't even look back. He just waved and walked towards the door: "Well, see you next time."

"etc."

Seeing Logan's back, Fang Mo suddenly shouted.

"Anything else?"

Logan paused, but did not turn his head.

"I wanted to give it to you before, but I was busy working on it and forgot about it." Fang Mo sighed with a chuckle, and then suddenly pulled out a dark green dagger from behind: "But now I want to

It’s not too late to get up, just think of it as a farewell gift.”

"A gift?"

After hearing this, Logan slowly turned around.

Although he had concealed it well, he could still see a little bit of reluctance. Of course, he himself would not admit it. At this moment, he pretended to be calm and said: "...Then I hope this gift is best not to be given up."

Can talk."

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Fang Mo suddenly became happy when he heard this, and threw the dagger directly to Logan: "This gift can not only talk, but also hit you...because this is a big living person."

"So even hell's jokes can't satisfy you. You finally extended your poisonous hands to those innocent people, right?" Logan caught the dagger in the air and frowned worriedly: "So the seal inside is

Who is it?"

"you guess."

Fang Mo deliberately let it slip.

"You'd better not bring back a little girl for me." Logan suddenly had a bad feeling: "Just because you're not afraid of the FBI doesn't mean I'm not afraid either...and I prefer mature women."

"Then I have an old woman here who is more than a thousand years old. Do you like her?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo asked directly: "Don't think this girl is already menopausal... But in fact, she is quite good-looking. I will ask her to grow her hair out tomorrow, and you two can get to know each other over a meal.

, so that you can also experience the charm of a magical woman."

"..."

Logan didn't respond at all, but grabbed the ender dagger and started tinkering on his own.

He has never used this thing, but it is quite fast to get started with the Craftsman's Soul weapon. The artifacts in Fang Mo's hands will affect other people's minds because there are a lot of old monsters sealed in them, but ordinary Craftsman's Soul weapons can

It doesn’t require much attention, and ordinary people can use it at will.

So after researching for a while.

Logan also figured this thing out.

Along with a burst of dark green light, suddenly there was a roar without warning in the room, and then a figure slowly emerged.

"Hmm? What makes this sound..."
To be continued...