2/1 god domain

Early the next morning, just before seven o'clock, Ling Zheyun appeared in front of everyone on time. The handsome and handsome young man was dressed in a black formal suit, which made him extraordinarily energetic and upright.

In contrast, Mo Fan was dressed more casually, with army green slacks paired with a V-neck white sweater, and a pair of black Martin boots on his feet. His soft black hair was hanging down on his head, with curls at the ends restless .

"Fan, you didn't sleep well last night?" The obvious blue under the eye sockets is too conspicuous, especially the young man's skin is fairer than ordinary people, so it is even more obvious when he looks at it.

"Well. Accept the bed."

Mo Fan didn't change his face and gave himself an excuse, which made the poet laugh wildly.

Recognize the bed?Hahaha, thanks to him being able to pull it out, he was obviously beaten by Shao Shao!

"Add twenty push-ups."

The clear and cold voice suddenly entered the ears, and the smile on the corner of the poet's mouth froze instantly, his whole face was distorted and he turned his head, looking at Mo Shao who was dressed almost exactly like the black-haired boy: Don't be so cruel, right?

"Hey, Shao Shao, don't you love me?"

"Thirty."

"..." The poet covered his mouth silently, his small eyes were extremely aggrieved.

"I'm doing it for your own good." Mo Shao paused, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Didn't you always want to beat the paralyzed face?"

The poet's eyes suddenly glowed green. Naturally, he will not forget how he was bullied every time when he was in the Sword Spirit Hall!

However, he apparently forgot that every time he desperately asked for help, Mo Shao would "watch on the sidelines".

"Then listen to me, long-distance running, push-ups, leapfrog, you can't miss any of them."

"..." He suddenly felt that he could actually live in peace with facial paralysis, um, right, Mo Xiaohei?

The black-haired ball yawned lazily, jumped directly to the black-haired boy's feet, and rubbed the other's calf obsequiously.

Tsk, look, you are despised again.Mo Shao gave the poet a look of "you understand". With his hands in his pockets, Shi Shi ran up and stood side by side with Mo Fan.

The "couple costume" this time is his compensation for "beating the master" last night.

In terms of strength, Mo Shao believes that if the little monster wants to resist, he should not be the boy's opponent, but this guy is too shrewd. You, keep watching until you feel guilty!

At that time, as soon as his head got hot, he compromised.

After waking up now, I'm really a little, ballsy sad.

"Van, is this your battle beast?" Ling Zheyun smiled friendlyly at the black fur ball. He checked the relevant rare animal system information yesterday, but he did not find any detailed information about the black fur ball. Not amazing little thing, probably a battle beast.

Mo Fan picked up the black fur ball with one hand, and the little thing was staring at him with a pair of black bean eyes.

"Probably." The young man said thoughtfully.

What breed is the black furball?It's always been a mystery.

When he met this thing at the foot of the Santes Mountains, he was still in his innocent childhood?Under the protection of Mo Shao, it was the first time to come into contact with this strange thing, plus some ulterior reasons?Well, to put it bluntly, in order to play his innocent and harmless role well, he naturally likes the black fur ball very much.

And now?The boy stretched out a long white finger and poked the black fur ball: "Son?"

puff!The poet sprayed directly.

Mo Shao licked his lips expressionlessly, and asked, "Your baby?"

"..." The boy was silent.

Ling Zheyun was speechless in astonishment. According to the information he collected, Van Lantis is a new member of the Berserker Mercenary Group. What he is good at is exactly what he needs.

"Fan, it's really...humorous."

Ling Zheyun hesitated for a while, and took the initiative to step down the steps for the other party to resolve the embarrassment.Although, the boy's reaction looked like he was absent-minded and answered irrelevant questions.

"Hmm." Mo Fan thought about it for a while, then just smiled lightly.

Ling Zheyun took advantage of the situation to change the topic, and Dao explained his own intention of coming: "Today is the annual appreciation of Lingyun City's famous sword conference. Fan, are you interested in going with me?"

"It's an honor." Mo Fan nodded with a smile.

The first day of the Famous Sword Conference, to put it bluntly, was just a day for the Ling family to show off to the guests. As we all know, in addition to their own spiritual power, they can also use weapons to display their strength. A magic weapon can make them even more powerful .

When Mo Shao first met Mo Fan, the other party was only a yellow-rank supernatural being, and his control over spiritual power was relatively superficial. Although he has worked very hard to cultivate and lay the foundation since he was sensible, after all, spiritual power is limited, and it is natural to exert it. will be restricted.

Then, because of a series of unbelievable changes, Mo Fan's promotion path became smoother than anyone else, but it also worried Mo Shao. What kind of hidden dangers are hidden behind the smoothness?

Low-level supernatural beings don't have a high demand for weapons, but Mo Fan, who has become a late-level supernatural being, does not have a handy weapon, which is really too shameful.

Mo Shao had thought about it before, when the time was right, he would go to the trading house for a while.

But since Lingyun City has opened the door of convenience for them now, if they don't know how to seize the opportunity, they are too stupid!

Lingyun City's annual Famous Sword Conference is held in the exhibition hall in the center of the city.

At 08:30, Ling Wufeng delivered a speech, announcing the opening of the Famous Swords Conference. For the next day, naturally, if you don’t make trouble in the exhibition hall, no one will restrict your behavior.

Of course, before eight o'clock, invited guests and residents of Lingyun City must enter the venue in advance.

There is still a distance from eight o'clock, and there is plenty of time.

Ling Zheyun drove Mo Fan to the central square of the city in his private aircraft. As soon as he landed, the little girl Ling Ling, who was dressed in a pink dress and wore a rhinestone hairpin on her hair, greeted her as dazzlingly as a little princess.

"Brother Fan, Brother Yun, you guys are so slow!"

"Ling Ling, you got up really early today."

Ling Zheyun greeted her with a smile, like a good brother.

Mo Fan pretended not to hear, and continued to use the "sound transmission" he had just researched to tease his little sword spirit: "I saw you frowned, so you hate her so much?"

"..." I didn't even blink my eyes, which eye of yours saw me frowning?nonsense.

Mo Shao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned to look for the poet, only to find that his unreliable little friend was drooling at Ling Zheyun's private flying machine.

"So handsome...so majestic...so wanting..."

Listening carefully, it turned out that this guy was not only drooling, but also chattering non-stop.

Mo Shao flew up and kicked the poet's ass: "Why are you crazy?"

"Shaoshao, let's steal it!" The poet suggested enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling.

"..." Mo Shao was speechless, if it wasn't for the fact that letting the black fur ball teach him a lesson would attract the attention of others, he really wanted to ravage the shivering M in front of him.

"The poet fell in love with Ling Zheyun..." The young man's voice continued to break into Mo Shao's head, he paused intentionally after it was full of constriction, and added, "Your aircraft?"

"Yeah." He replied casually, but he didn't pull the poet's ears, because--

He found that this aircraft looks very good, it is a new model just launched last month!Worth a lot of contribution points!

"How are you, Shao Shao?" Seeing that Mo Shao didn't say a word, the poet asked again.

Mo Shao rubbed his chin with one hand, thoughtfully: "Okay, let's do it when we leave Lingyun City. This thing is too big, and it can't be stuffed into the space ring."

"Okay!" When the poet heard this, he was so excited that he almost shed tears. When Ling Zheyun was operating the bridge just now, he was watching very carefully from the side. Next time it will be no problem to replace him!

"Are you thinking about Ling Zheyun's things?" The young man's voice was faintly smiling.

Mo Shao turned his head and raised his chin towards the young man: "Yes, what's the matter? Can't you?"

Tsk, are you jealous again?Or who messed with him?The young man couldn't help but pursed his lips, but didn't answer.

Mo Shao snorted, held the poet's collar with one hand, and walked forward, but heard the little girl Ling Ling say with a shy expression——

"Brother Fan, you smiled so beautifully just now."

"Attracting bees to attract butterflies." Mo Shao muttered in a low voice, looking very proud and indifferent as he walked past the young man.