2/1 god domain

Sharing spiritual power is quite a shameless trick. There is only one family without a semicolon. It is an existence that attracts envy, jealousy and hatred!

However, this sharing process is a bit painful.

At least Mo Shao thought so.

"Take off?" The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes looked up and down at the serious man, and he said in his heart: these days, do hooligans take this for granted?

Although there was some resistance, especially compared with the "mighty and domineering" image of the other party, Mo Shao's small body with little flesh looked particularly thin, like bean sprouts, shriveled and worthless.

When Mo Fan was a young man before, he didn't have much taboo, because the two of them looked about the same, but now——

Obviously a little uncomfortable.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before." The man chuckled lightly, his smile was bright and brilliant.

Mo Shao touched his belly and felt a stomachache.

It's one thing to see it. Do you need to emphasize and repeat it again and again?Is it necessary to deliberately show off like this?

Whoops, how childish.

He glanced at the big bed in the room. This is Mo Fan's room. It is separated from the room he slept in by a wall. Although there are no suspicious monitors in the room, but——

Bai Yuan and the others are just squatting next to the wall, promiscuous during the day, really it doesn't matter?

Don't want your image?Big boss?

Mo Shao stared at the man tangled, seeing him take off his clothes in an orderly manner, coat, shirt, trousers, and finally even his underwear, and just stood in front of him naked, without any shame, open and shameless walking the birds.

"You promised me..."

"Ah."

"Um what uh. You know what I'm talking about?"

"I know." The man nodded, his black and purple eyes were filled with countless smiles, and the pair of handsome and thick sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised, which was a bit soul-stirring. He was very serious. Repeated, "Until you break through the holy rank, I will restrain myself."

It sounds like there is no sincerity at all.

What will be left after the clowns and beasts have completely abandoned their false pretense?

The answer is: beasts.

Mo Shao took a deep breath, and quickly stripped off his clothes with the momentum of a strong man who will never return. Then he closed his eyes and jumped onto the bed, uh...

Maybe it's because the eyes are closed?Or maybe because of shyness?nervous?

He bumped his head against the edge of the bed, grinning in pain, and now, he lost all his face.

"Do not laugh!"

"Well, don't laugh."

"..." He was obviously snickering!

Mo Shao squinted and wanted to stand up, but was picked up by the man and thrown on the bed, like throwing a sack, very numb.

Fortunately, the bed is very soft, as long as you don't make mistakes, you will basically not hit anyone.

"Are you sure what you just said counts?"

Mo Shao lay on the pillow, turned his head, and stared at the man questioningly. He had the urge to run away. If the signal did not match, it would cause bloodshed and casualties. He looked at the majestic bird, I just feel pain all over my body.

"It counts." The man repeated patiently.

When Mo Shao listened, he couldn't help feeling that he was making trouble for no reason.

But in the current posture, he only needs to think about it with a hair, and he knows how wrong the atmosphere is!

"With your back to me, sit down." The man smiled, and reached out to pinch Mo Shao's white and tender face like a meat bun. He thought, soon, this face will only exist as a historical memory bingo.

sit?

Mo Shao was stunned suspiciously, and decided to trust this guy for the time being. He sat cross-legged with a special imposing manner, put his hands on his knees, and thought of the chuckle behind him as expected, and he couldn't help but slander: laugh Smile, laugh at your sister, what's so funny!

Probably aware of his dissatisfaction, the man regained his composure and sat down.

Mo Shao was staring at the wall beside the bed in awe. The cotton candy-like wallpaper seemed to whet the appetite. He decided to discuss it with Mo Fan later, should they change rooms?

Suddenly, the man's fingers pressed on his back, and from the position of the butterfly bone, a gentle yet domineering spiritual power began to rush into his body...

Mo Shao was startled suddenly. He never expected that Mo Fan would use the method of "forced pouring" to help him break through the holy rank. It's simply...

Crazy!

Under normal circumstances, there is no shortcut to the cultivation of sword spirit.

His situation is obviously a special case.

Especially the sharing of spiritual power, as long as the master of the contract has a higher level of cultivation than him, then he can use the other party's spiritual power accordingly. In a short period of time, breaking through the level limit is the same as directly bursting out to fight monsters when fighting a boss , but this kind of explosion obviously does not belong to his own power.

then--

After the outbreak, he was broken from the prototype.

But if it is done in one go and breaks through the holy rank, this two-way reversibility will no longer exist.

"Xiao Fan."

Mo Shao hesitated and shouted, he was a little worried, it was the same as teaching the exercises, what if he got mad?

Apparently he wasn't the only one suffering.

"Shh."

The man's voice rang clearly in his mind.

Dare he inconvenient to speak now?Can't get distracted?

Well, he's quieter.

But within a few minutes, the man's voice sounded again: "Actually, I don't really want you to break through the holy rank."

"Why?" Could it be that this guy has become a habit of abstinence and plans to masturbate for the rest of his life?

Pfft, it's too harsh, and the integrity is gone.Mo Shao had the urge to cover his face.

"Then you won't belong to me alone." The man's magnetic and sexy voice was mixed with a faint smile, as if he was speaking the most beautiful love words in the world.

Mo Shao blushed, this damn possessive desire.

Is it because people said that once the sword spirit breaks through the holy rank, it can freely choose whether to end the master-servant relationship with the master of the contract?

in fact--

Even if he looks like a child now, he will be "seduced" away by the poet involuntarily in many cases.

The most important thing is that he really doesn't want to be like this for the rest of his life.

That kind of feeling that you can only look up to each other and cannot be equal and opposed is simply heartbreaking...

For the next time, the man didn't say anything, but focused on introducing spiritual power into Mo Shao's body.

Mo Shao didn't get distracted by his thoughts anymore. Although he and Mo Fan could share spiritual power, it would still take a certain amount of time to fully integrate the external power. His physique was no better than Mo Fan's, and he couldn't absorb it instantly. No residue left.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the underground palace where no stars illuminated, the sky still slowly darkened.

Outside the door, there was the sound of someone walking by, and Mo Shao knew that it was Bai Yuan and the poet who were taking turns guarding outside in tacit understanding.

"What will the sword spirit look like after it breaks through the holy rank?"

"I do."

Bai Yuan energetically posed a handsome poss at the poet, not surprisingly, he got a look of obvious disgust from the other party.

He really couldn't imagine what it would be like for Shaoshao to turn into Bai Yuan's wretched look, he just felt... the sky was thundering.

Bai Yuan changed his posture and sat on the temporarily moved sofa, facing the wall, holding the optical brain with one hand, the poet beckoned in a trance: "Come and sit."

"No." The poet didn't give face at all.

Mo Fan had given him a mission to find Luo Ji's whereabouts, and he is busy right now!

There are quite a few people named Luo Ji on the East and West Continents, and there are actually thirteen people who meet the age limit of 16 years old!What a fucking thing.

"Actually, what the holy-rank sword spirit looks like after it takes shape depends entirely on one's own wishes." Seeing that he ignored him, Bai Yuan continued, "That is, the moment when the holy rank was broken through, what was conceived in his mind appearance."

"Ah?" The poet was surprised, if Shao Shao thought about Bai Yuan's appearance, wouldn't it be a tragedy?

"So, do you want to go in and remind him?" Bai Yuan had a sly smile on his face, as he fought against the devil who caused people to commit crimes.

The poet narrowed his eyes and stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then turned his head and remained silent.

It was so quiet all night, until six o'clock in the morning, Bai Yuan suddenly stood up and smiled: "The second holy sword spirit is about to be born."