C922 Degreate Mo Xiehu

"Young master, you know about metaplasia?"

Looking at Mo Lin, Mo Yu's eyes burned with passion, his breathing quickened, the rise and fall of his chest was like a bellows, constantly rising and falling!

"Mn, I know metaplasia, I will help you convert this Mo Xiehu, but, once this Mo Xiehu has been refined by the metaplasia, he will become a puppet of faith, can you accept that?!"

Looking at Mo