I Am Only Twelve Years Old

Mo Li was still worried, but the farm stamp had already begun to study it.

"This clone is too magical. It can set its own appearance, share a brain, and can be separated from the main body by thousands of miles. I just don't know how strong it is."

Nong Zhang sized up Mo Li curiously. It seemed like he wanted to make a move here and personally test Mo Li's strength.

"Nong Zhang, don't do anything rash!" Mo Li immediately said. Otherwise, I'll tell Xi Bei to transfer you back. When that time comes, you won't have so much freedom!"

When Nong Zhang heard this, he immediately lost interest. He said,"How boring." Then he went back to his room to sleep.

Now that Nong Zhang already knew Mo Li's true identity, there was no need to hide it. He might as well use Mo Xiu's own tone to speak. Otherwise, it would be quite tiring to pretend.

Mo Li saw that Nong Zhang was no longer paying attention to him, so he went out to do something.