2/1 god domain

Galanz City, am9:00

This is Mo Shao's first time stepping into the hell of the alliance, and it feels like it's not much different.

As mentioned by the facial paralysis before, the medical research field of Galanz City is in a leading position in the entire Holy Land.

At that time, he didn't have much deep understanding of this sentence.

Until, after setting foot on this land, the description in his mouth became the most intuitive experience.

At first glance, it looks like heaven, if the color of heaven is white.

But Mo Shao doesn't like heaven. When he first came to this world, he had the illusion that he was on the verge of the limit during the three months he served in the Sword Spirit Hall. After the little angels with flying wings turned into a group of bear children, he no longer liked places related to heaven.

It was an unbearable past.

Pure black history.

Just as any good-looking adult wouldn't be happy to let his friends know about his history of running around with his bare ass and wetting the bed.

The architecture of Galanz City is based on white. Whether it is the opera house full of artistic atmosphere or the mansion of the left general, it is all white.

"Let me just say, there must be something wrong with the aesthetics of facial paralysis, and only he would like this kind of place."

The poet complained while walking, and only when the other party was not around, would he "slander" his face so unscrupulously, because——

At one point, the two had a quarrel in the underground palace, which caused the fountain pool at the entrance of the palace to go on strike, and was finally punished by Mo Fan to clean the toilet for a month.

Since then, when the two of them are in front of people, they will symbolically maintain the illusion of peace, and even if they are making trouble, they will not do anything at will.

"I don't like this place either."

Mo Shao squinted his eyes, and the aircraft landed directly in the back garden of the left general's mansion, which can be described as extremely low-key.

"Compared to the sunflowers in the yard, I found that black roses are more tasteful."

"Shaoshao, those are not sunflowers, but geraniums, cosmoses, and..."

The poet laughed very ripplingly, sunflower?Shao Shao is so funny.

With a flick of his fingers, Mo Shao directly flicked out the little head that was dawdling around his waist. Now, his back hurts, and anyone who dares to touch him is courting death!

All right.

"Um, it hurts."

The poet covered his forehead, secretly distanced himself, and turned his malicious eyes around Mo Shao's buttocks twice.

Mo Shao gave him a sideways glance expressionlessly, and suddenly missed Bai Yuan a little bit.

The bitch didn't come.

The bitch said: I want to stay and watch the house.

laugh.Thanks to what he said.

Mo Shao pursed his lips, and moved his eyes to the front. Helan Rose and Mo Fan walked side by side, and they seemed to be... talking happily.

It's like a reunion of friends who have been friends for many years.

It's... so creepy.

Mo Fan has this kind of ability, no matter how much he hates anyone, when he really needs him to put on a mask to deal with people, he is not ambiguous at all.

"Shao Shao, don't you realize that this situation looks familiar?"

As the poet spoke, he quietly approached him again.

Mo Shao smiled, but said nothing.

When they were in Lingyun City, Mo Fan and Ling Zheyun were also like this. They looked like old friends with deep friendship, chatting and laughing happily, but in fact, they were calculating each other in their bones.

Tired of thinking.

The group didn't take a few steps before Zuo Qingtian appeared, followed by two teams of uniformly dressed servants.

Mo Shao glanced casually, and found that all the servants in General Zuo's mansion are supernatural beings, the lowest cultivation level is at the middle stage of Xuan rank, and the highest is at the early stage of Tian rank.

What a great deal.

"Madam, you have worked hard."

Zuo Qingtian was tall and burly, with cold eyebrows, rough facial features, and cold facial lines. He was wearing a black and gold military uniform, and his appearance was very energetic.

Helan Rose stood beside him with a gentle and graceful appearance, but Mo Shao couldn't help but think of a word.

Iron man tenderness.

Maybe Zuo Qingtian really likes Helan.

only--

Mo Shao sighed faintly.

Forget it, what does he care about so much about other people's affairs.

He only needs to be optimistic about his own people.

"Landis, you are welcome."

Zuo Qingtian looked at Mo Fan calmly, and spoke calmly.

Mo Fan didn't have any extra words, and after a simple greeting, he entered with the host's house.

Mo Shao's identity this time is... Fan Landis's entourage, so he naturally followed him at a leisurely pace.

"It seems a little too peaceful."

The poet held Guangbo in his arms, and followed Mo Shao, looking around with his little head.

What made him regret was that even the simplest monitoring system was not installed here, that is to say, his original plan to invade the other party's internal system was forced to abort.

"It's still early."

Mo Shao thought, the official start of the banquet should also be around 10:30.

It's time for Zuo Qingtian and Helan's beloved daughter to show up.

As for now-

"Van, would you like to meet Sharan?"

Helan asked suddenly, Mo Shao paused, did not look up to see Mo Fan's expression, but he could guess that the man was not willing.

However, no matter how reluctant he was, he would still nod in the end.

"Of course, it's my honor, Madam Zuo."

Tsk tsk, look, he guessed right, the last three words are really choking to death.

Helan's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly covered it up.

The couple took Mo Fan to meet their beloved daughter, but Mo Shao was left in the living room downstairs, really...

"It's so pitiful, Shao Shao."

The poet said with a smug smile, before he could be complacent for too long, he was kicked in the ass by Mo Shao.

"Follow up and report to me later."

"……Oh"

The poet held his butt reluctantly, Shaoshao wanted to go but couldn't, he didn't want to go but wanted to follow, what a crime.

Zuo Qingtian obviously wanted to take this opportunity to test Mo Fan's attitude, but——

The opponent is also taboo about Van Lantis' destructive power.

Twelve years ago, when Mo Fan, who had just broken through to the holy rank, single-handedly killed 12 heavenly rank supernatural beings who originally belonged to Mo Yufan's diehard faction, it was a "tragedy". Not much, but it was still spread out.

As a result, that year, the panic caused by the holy-level supernatural powers reached its limit to a certain extent, and both the alliance and the empire were putting pressure on Van Lantis.

But later, no matter how much pressure the other party exerted, Van Lantis never showed up easily, and finally nothing happened.

But the panic had already been caused, which was one of the reasons why Caesar Ross and Ling Zheyun had been biting Mo Fan for 12 years.

Because they are afraid.

Enemies that are too powerful, they can still be safe and sound during the hibernation period, once the beasts wake up, what will be waiting for them?

Zuo Qingtian is a sky-level supernatural power user, and naturally he can see at a glance that Van Landis's entourage supernatural power is very high, and he is quite a tricky guy, so he intentionally separates Mo Shao from Mo Fan.

A saint-level supernatural being is already very difficult to deal with. If he loses the entire city of Galanz, he may not be able to stop him.

How about adding a holy sword spirit?

The consequences were even more disastrous.

In just a few minutes, Zuo Qingtian thought so much, but he didn't expect that Mo Shao would cooperate so much that the few sets of rhetoric he prepared later were useless.

Cooperate?

Mo Shao sneered, he was just curious about what kind of expressions Ling Zheyun and Caesar Ross would have when they saw him.

After all, they had just met not so long ago.

But now, the other party appeared here, clearly standing on the opposite side of them.

Soon, the answer was revealed.

What makes Mo Shao helpless is that some people's skins are indeed too thick, far beyond his expectations.

like-

The "gentleman in white" who was walking towards him with a smile in front of him.

Ling Zheyun seems to like white very much, and his thin and handsome appearance is also very suitable for this color, making him look like the... Prince Charming in everyone's mind.

Of course, this group of people wanted to exclude Mo Shao.

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Mo Shao."

The other party smiled and said, with a hint of familiarity and casualness in his tone.