2/1 god domain

When he heard the news of his departure, the most excited person was naturally, because it meant that he could finally attack Ling Zheyun's private flying machine!

"Are you sure you can drive it? Won't you let us experience the thrill of falling from a height again?"

"Shaoshao, you are really getting meaner...er, but I like it!"

The so-called adapting the rudder according to the wind, from the perspective of commendation, can also be called: knowing the interest.

like now-

Some kind of undisguised one found that the face of the little friend changed, and the person who immediately knew the current affairs was Junjie, and he changed from complaining to complimenting, although when he finished saying "I like it", he obviously felt a chill all over his body, and he was even colder than before. Something is wrong.

"Is it cooling down?"

"Just play dumb."

Mo Shao sneered, brought the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, and poked him between the eyebrows, raised his chin, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"... What chance?" Hey, he bullied him again, and he quit!

"You always write your thoughts on your face, which is actually a fatal weakness."

"..." Hey, hey, don't face him with such a serious expression, he's afraid.

Mo Shao frowned, retracted his hand, and put it in his trouser pocket. He realized that if he continued to stare at his little friend with two tears in his eyes, he would definitely not be able to resist beating him.

Well, restraint.

"Exclude Caesar Ross, and the remaining suspects who may announce the lost miracles to the public and confuse the public in the name of holy-level supernatural beings..."

"Is it Mo Zilan, or Bruce Downer?"

The poet interfaced wittily, and at the same time secretly felt refreshed, feeling that he had become a lot smarter recently.

Mo Shao glanced at him faintly, without piercing the other party's small thoughts, and continued with a smile: "That's right. So, you should investigate this matter thoroughly. But I suggest that you start with Mo Zilan first."

Mo Zilan is much more sinister and cunning than they imagined. Mo Fan said before that Caesar didn't trust him, but Mo Zilan didn't trust him either.

Suspicious people only believe in themselves, even the closest relatives and loved ones will have a little doubt in their hearts.

Among the forces competing for the Holy Grail, Mo Zilan's side is unfortunately at a disadvantage, so——

"He probably also has the idea of ​​fishing in troubled waters."

After all, the Ross family is powerful, and only the Donner family can compete with it.

"The secret is private because not many people know it. If everyone knows it, the secret will be worthless." The poet sat down cross-legged, turned on his optical brain, and shook his head pretending to be deep.

After shaking it twice, my head became dizzy. =mouth=

"But he wasn't sure how to keep the secret, and he also learned that there was an opponent he couldn't beat who coveted the same thing as him. Breaking the pot like this might be a way out."

After Mo Shao finished speaking, he turned to the black-haired boy on the other side, and asked loudly, "Are you looking for Ling Zheyun now?"

"Go together?" The boy nodded and asked,

Taking advantage of the chaotic situation in the Ling family, leaving as soon as possible is the right way.

Ling Wufeng is currently in a weak position, and it is only a matter of time before he loses this battle for power and status.

As far as he has not seen through Wu Shuangshuang's true identity so far, Mo Shao also feels that the former head of the Ling family is no longer a good thing.

"Okay, I'll walk with you."

As soon as Mo Shao agreed, he saw the poet raised his head abruptly, looked at him hesitantly, and finally licked his lips and said, "Go early and come back early."

"Poet, you come with us. We won't come back here later."

After receiving the final payment and remuneration from Ling Zheyun, he naturally left as soon as possible. Otherwise, when Mr. Ling stabilized the situation, Ling Zheyun might regret letting Mo Fan know so many insider scandals about the Ling family.

With the constraints of the contract, the other party should not tear his face, but if he wants to get in trouble, they will also be in trouble.

"Ah? Oh oh..."

The poet nodded belatedly, and stood up. He just wanted to ask about this, but then he thought, that bad boy Mo Fan might prefer the world of two people, and he might be disgusted by following him so recklessly...

Glancing secretly at the innocent black-haired boy, the poet touched his chest, um, I'm so nervous.

"Hmph!" Look at your worthless appearance.

The black fur ball jumped onto the bald sword spirit's head, swung its paws and slapped it down.

Perhaps because he is used to such "ravages of love", the poet stretched out his hand and touched his head, but he didn't even complain. Holding his light brain, he followed Mo Shao's footsteps and walked out of the room.

When they went downstairs, they saw Fang Qi, a completely different image from the noble lady when they first met. She was pale, without makeup, wearing a white dress, her long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, and she looked pale overnight At the age of ten, he was immersed in a decadent and negative atmosphere.

No matter what Ling Wufeng did in the end, as Ling Zheyun's biological mother, Fang Qi would probably be fine, but from now on, she can only be an idle lady who doesn't care about world affairs.

Mo Shao glanced at her casually, and quickly looked away. With Ling Zheyun's character, he should support his mother well, but this woman who was once so famous and whose status can almost be called the first lady of Lingyun City, From now on, it will probably be insulated from freedom.

"If you feel uncomfortable looking at her, I'll kill her for you, okay?"

"……What did you say?"

Mo Shao turned his head in surprise, thinking that he was hallucinating, the voice was indeed Mo Fan's, but——

What is going on with this strong and dark villain's sense of sight?

The black-haired boy was just like him, with his hands in his pockets, his expression was lazy and comfortable, his soft-lined side face was fair and flawless, with a casual smile in his mouth, he turned his head slightly, his dark purple eyes met Mo Shao's surprised gaze, Then he curled his lips, and the arc of the corner of his mouth deepened a little.

"Just kidding you."

"...the joke is not funny at all."

"Well. I just don't like you staring at others all the time, and looking so engrossed and heartbroken."

Tsk, this tone sounds so serious and affectionate!

Mo Shao felt that he was hit by a sudden thunderbolt from the sky.

"I just glanced at her," he said dryly at last.

Besides, he really didn't know what to say.

Someone once said that women like to make trouble for no reason, but from his current point of view, there seem to be more men who like to make trouble for no reason.

Fortunately, this Sao Nian is also a master who is proficient in this way.

"Ah That's good."

But compared to the poet, the boy's reaction was obviously not flattering enough.

A little... unreasonable?Mo Shao hesitated for a while, and simply passed the boy, and pulled the poet forward, leaving him behind.

Ling Zheyun is very busy at the moment, Mr. Ling intends to support him to the top, and is slowly delegating power, letting him learn to handle Ling family's big and small affairs.

When the young man came to the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then remembered his promise in advance.

but--

"About that Qisha Liuhuo..."

"Huh?" Seeing that the other party hesitated to speak, Mo Fan responded in confusion.

Ling Zheyun sighed, and then explained: "I think, you may have heard that there were three people who got Qisha Liuhuo before. But they... were dead, crazy, and then rumors spread, saying This sword is a cursed sword."

"In this case, why did the Ling family exhibit this sword at the Famous Sword Conference?"

"Because Qisha Liuhuo was left by the ancestors of the Ling family."

After Ling Zheyun said this, he had no intention of continuing. He stared at Mo Fan with a serious expression, and was silent for a while. Seeing that the other party was persistent, he couldn't persuade him any more, and led him to the exhibition center himself.

"Shaoshao, Ling Zheyun said that the sword was left by the ancestors of the Ling family. Could it be the ancestor of the Knights Templar?"

"I do not know."

Mo Shao shook his head lazily, he was sure that Ling Zheyun had something to hide from them.

But judging by Mo Fan's expression, even if there is a problem with that sword, he probably won't give up. If that's the case, let him go.

What kind of conspiracy really is there, the three of them together, can't they solve it?

"Qisha Liuhuo is the saber used by that holy-level supernatural being of the Mo family."

The boy's voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Shao was startled. After realizing that the poet had no response, he realized that the other party had told him secretly.

Mo Shao was about to ask more carefully, when the poet's voice rang out.

"Shaoshao, I found out that it was indeed Mo Zilan who made a mistake, but it wasn't that he leaked the news on purpose, but... Gu Tong, do you still remember?"

"Remember. Mo Ziqing's wife."

He thought that the woman was already dead, but he didn't expect Mo Zilan to "show mercy" and save the other's life. As a result, this rare "kindness" immediately got bad retribution.

"Gu Tong escaped from the Mohist school." The poet said again.

Mo Shao rubbed his forehead, feeling that his mind was a little messed up, maybe before they rushed to the facial paralyzed side, the Eastern Continent would be in chaos.