Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 673 Found Fubao ([-])
The video of Fubao watching each other and healing diseases became a huge hit, occupying the headlines for a whole week.Mo Aijun easily pulled out the video.

When the video was played, it happened to be the preparation period for Fubao. At that time, Fubao had already hung the picture of gathering spirits on the wall.

The familiar brushwork, familiar aura, and familiar painting skills all show that the owner of this picture is the person he misses.

found it!
He finally found his Fu Bao!

After waking up, the first thing he did was to go back to his hometown to look for Fubao. How could he know that his hometown was still the same village, the villagers were still those villagers, and even Lao Zhuang was still alive, just like his grandma, who was over 100.

But Lao Zhuang actually told him that he didn't have a sister named Lao Yu at all, let alone a brother-in-law named Shuimu.

Without Shuijia, there would be no Fubao.

He asked all the old people in the village again, and they all laughed at him for being delusional, saying that they had lived in their hometown village for decades, if there was such a family, how could they not know each other?
Obviously the village is still the same village, and all the old people in the village know him, but the Shui family just disappeared out of thin air.

If it was someone else, maybe I really thought that my memory had gone wrong.

But Mo Junying is a cultivator of immortals, so he naturally understands that everything about Fubao has been deliberately erased.

Although he didn't have the powerful mana he had when he was in heaven, it didn't affect his IQ.

There is no one else who can do this kind of thing except Tiandao's favorite girl madman.

Haha, don't you just want him to find Fubao?
He still can't believe he can't find it!

So he kept looking for Fubao.

The reason why he is so committed to the strength of the Mo family is also to make his name known to more people, so that Fu Bao can contact him after seeing his name.

Now that he saw the picture of gathering spirits drawn by Fu Bao himself, his blood was almost boiling with excitement.

"Old Five, do you know where this broadcaster is?"

When Mo Junying asked this, his hands were shaking.

Looking at his uncle's hopeful eyes, Mo Aijun really couldn't bear to hit him.

But not knowing is not knowing.

He shook his head regretfully: "I was also very curious when I found out about this. I checked the IP address, but it was blocked by a master, so I couldn't find it out."

"Is there no way?"

Mo Junying was thoughtful, then quickly turned on the computer, and entered a series of commands into it.

Mo Aijun only saw instructions flashing by like flying, and she couldn't help but admire Mo Junying in her heart.

Unexpectedly, his uncle has been asleep for decades, and the computer is still so advanced that even he can't understand those instructions.

Five minutes later, Mo Junying slowly withdrew his hand.

"Uncle? You didn't find out either?"

Mo Junying's face sank like water, he didn't know whether to be proud of Fu Bao's ability, or disappointed because he didn't find Fu Bao.

Fubao not only added ten protection programs to his IP, but also used Lingzhen.

Don't think that he is more capable than Fu Bao in the heavenly court, and he even taught many of Fu Bao's spells.

But in the mortal world, he is really inferior to Fu Bao.

He stood up and rushed out.

"Uncle, where are you going? Wait for me!"

Mo Aijun finally jumped into Mo Junying's car when Mo Junying started the car.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

"Uncle, have you found that podcaster?"

"Uncle, is that broadcaster male or female?"

"Uncle, how did you find that podcaster?"

"Uncle, is this broadcaster someone you knew before?"

"Uncle, is this broadcaster an old monster who has never been corrupted for a thousand years?"

"Uncle..."

Finally, after Mo Aijun asked a hundred thousand whys, Mo Junying lost his temper.

He slammed on the brakes, leaving a long brake mark on the ground.

"Go down!"

Mo Junying immediately activated the automatic door opening button, and then kicked Mo Aijun, who was still moaning, out of the car.

"Hey...uncle...wait for me, this is the viaduct!"

Looking at the rear of the car leaving Juechen, Mo Aijun slapped herself hard.

"I want you to owe me! Was it thrown on the viaduct?"

Mo Aijun turned his head to look at the way he came from, and then looked at the way he was going, wanting to cry but no tears.

He didn't know where his uncle was going, but he actually drove the car onto the ten-kilometer-long viaduct, and he was in the middle of the bridge.

How to do?
Call those cronies?

No!

They will laugh at him.

After much deliberation, Mo Aijun's eyes lit up, and he picked up the phone.

Fu Bao was in class, and the phone on the table vibrated crazily.

Looking up at Mr. Zheng who was spitting, Fu Bao took out his mobile phone.

Seeing that it was Mo Aijun, she pinched the phone without thinking.

After all the money is earned, who still knows him?

The reason why I didn't delete the phone is to make money next time.

Mo Aijun was happily waiting for Fubao to answer the phone, when suddenly there was a busy tone on the phone.

He looked up at the sky, and at the Grand Canyon beneath his feet.

There must be no signal here.

He dialed again.

Fu Bao glanced at it, then pinched it off again.

He pulls out again.

Fubao pinches again.

Mo Aijun was furious: "What kind of broken signal is this? When I go back, I must tear down the signal transfer station here, and I will rebuild it!"

At this moment, a sports car sped away, and a beautiful woman in the passenger seat was talking on the phone, and his goosebumps came out of his full voice.

Mo Aijun, who was holding the mobile phone, suddenly realized belatedly that his phone signal was not bad, but was cut off by Fu Bao.

"Depend on!"

He kicked a soda can thrown by an unqualified person next to his feet.

"Ring bell bell!"

The cell phone rang suddenly, and he was about to cut it off when he saw that it was Fu Bao calling.

Hastily pressed the answer button: "Sister Shui."

The voice is flattering.

Fu Bao frowned slightly.

What is Sister Shui?
"Are you looking for me?"

After Fu Bao made several phone calls, it suddenly occurred to her that maybe Mo Aijun introduced some urgent work to her, so she called back again.

"exactly."

Mo Aijun was so excited that she was about to shed tears.

God is so pitiful, he stood here and suffered from the cold wind for so long, it was really cold.

"Say!"

Fubao is always concise and to the point.

"Then can you come pick me up?"

Fubao: ...

Pick up someone?

When she is the driver?

"No time!"

She replied indifferently, and then hung up the phone directly.

Mo Aijun on the other end of the phone looked at the phone stupidly.

Anyway, there are more than 1 million friendships, why are you so ruthless?

Oh, yes, the boss loves money.

He thought for a while, and opened the WeChat friend.

Fortunately, he added Sister Shui's wechat friend.

The red envelope can only transfer [-] yuan, so sister Shui probably doesn't like it.

Let's transfer money.

Direct transfer of [-].

It says "1 yuan pick-up fee."

(End of this chapter)