The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

Facts have proved that Jin Qiu is in excellent health. If the white coat did not know its condition the day before, I would not have believed it.

"Your Majesty, how is it so good?" The white coat breathed heavily.

Mo Ji'an was also puzzled: "I don't know very well, it may be that race has a strong healing power."

The system is pleased: "My son's expression is in place."

"Even Zerg can't reach it." The white coat shook his head: "I think it must be a miracle, Your Majesty is a godsend!"

When the others heard this, they nodded happily, obviously agreeing with this reason.

Is it okay to be so unreasonable?Too sloppy!

Mo Jian was confused.

A few white coats added to each other's words, and in just a few minutes, the golden ball was covered with a halo of holy beasts.What about the Guardian Beast of the Empire...

Mo Ji'an was dumbfounded.He was almost embarrassed by the magic stick.

Fortunately, the high priest sent someone to rescue him.

Seeing the High Priest again, Mo Ji'an saw that he was a little thinner and looked very haggard.

Mo Jian: "High Priest."

"Your Majesty." The high priest's eyes were bloodshot: "These are the materials I compiled recently. You need to finish studying before the grand ceremony."

There are at least thirty books in a stack, and there are four full stacks.

Mo Ji'an's heart was probably broken.

Seeing his resistance, the high priest smiled: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will teach you and help you finish your studies."

This is supervision.

Mo Ji'an just smiled and said nothing.

Spreading out the first book, the high priest said: "Starting tomorrow, you need to get up at five o'clock, and I will arrange your work and rest time reasonably. Now, let's learn the knowledge bestowed by God. This is the text engraved on the stele, it has very powerful The power of your will, look at this word."

"Apocalyptic." Mo Ji'an's expression was dull: Get up at five o'clock...

The high priest's eyes were shining brightly, and he nodded with satisfaction: "As expected of His Majesty. What about this paragraph?"

Mo Ji'an: "Once upon a time there was a shepherd boy who went to the mountain every day to herd... eh? Is this a wolf?"

Therefore, the stele of the tall god is an allegory.

Well, it is estimated that the story of the tortoise and the hare, such as the beasts killing and loving each other, will resonate with the interstellar orcs.

Short of breath, the high priest was excited: "That's right, His Majesty was indeed chosen!"

Mo Ji'an turned his head: No, it's just that you haven't seen the elementary school students in Greater China. Any ethnicity in our country can be completely abused.

Knowing his level of knowledge, the high priest praised him and left him to teach himself.

Mo Ji'an: "It seems to be back to the college entrance examination."

System: "Life is endless, tossing is endless. Come on, Erzai ヾ(°°)"

The Imperial Library is luxurious, but empty.Mo Ji'an glanced at the hundreds of books and wrung his fingers.

"Cuckoo." The tentacles popped out of the silent golden ball, curling up his fingers.

Mo Ji'an was not angry when he was interrupted: "Are you cheering for me?"

"Coo coo, coo coo." The two tentacles curled up, Jin Yuanbao shook his head, flapped his wings, and swayed a small tail.

Totally cute.

Mo Ji'an looked dazed: "So, cat slaves are raised like this?"

Mo Ji'an: "Do all godsends need to learn like this?"

"Mostly, His Highness Wei Ming is more frequent." It was Zong who walked in who spoke.

Mo Ji'an raised his eyebrows.

Zong: "Your Majesty, before you came, everyone thought that Wei Ming would be the next one. He himself came from a family of bald eagles, and a few years ago he also won the allegiance of one of the ten marshals. He is also academically Relatively stronger."

Mo Ji'an looked sideways: "Really."

Zong smiled and said: "Your Majesty, I think that you caused a miracle. It is reasonable to be the new His Majesty, but my subordinates guess that he will not let it go. As far as I know, this His Highness has a delicate status in the temple. Gained a lot of people's initial understanding."

"Oh?" Mo Ji'an put down the book, and the cooing Jin Yuanbao immediately moved closer.

Zong Yin glared at the golden ball, and put down the tray: "Your Majesty, you have been busy just now and haven't eaten yet, so this subordinate specially brought it for you."

Mo Jian: "..."

Inescapable mess.After seeing what was on the plate, he had nothing to say.

"Your Majesty, this is made from the fish you caught. You should try it first." Zong said, showing a trace of worry: "This fish has been identified by the research institute as non-toxic and nutritious. If Your Majesty is not used to eating it, your subordinate I also prepared peach-flavored mush for His Majesty."

Therefore, the fish caught have become fishy.

Interstellar terrible cooking technology.

Taking a bite, Mo Ji'an's fingers almost trembled. The fish has been processed to get rid of the earthy smell, but the interstellar fish is too mushy to explain.

Zong was even more worried: "Sure enough, your majesty should not eat it, there are still peaches here."

He tried the poison before, and he was already disgusted. If it wasn't for the nutrition, he would have stopped His Majesty from trying it a long time ago.

For the first time, Mo Ji'an felt that the peachy taste was not so difficult to accept.

As for the bowl of fish paste, Jin Yuanbao swallowed it whole.

Mo Jian poked its belly and leaned on its chin: "You really don't dislike it."

Good taste?The gold ingot race is very powerful, in various senses.

Jin Yuanbao shook his fluffy hair: "Googoo."

drop.

System: "Son, new mission."

"Hairdressing? Give the cut hair as a gift." Mo Ji'an stroked his chin, and the system tasks became more and more inexplicable.Grabbing Jin Yuanbao's chubby face and tugging: "What can hair do?"

The system laughed and said nothing.

That may be too much, interstellar hair is not ordinary.

At night, there is a long and deep alley in Xingmou, the capital.

"Have you found it?" The young man with tentacles on his head lit a cigarette.

"No, adjutant. There is no news at all. Will the marshal hide? Or is there any accident?"

The young man took a breath, "Keep looking, where is the battleship?"

"We're coming to the Central Starfield soon. What should we do if we don't find the marshal before then? After all, the marshal hates the emperor's allegiance the most. If the new emperor will make a mistake and come here to make troubles, the marshal..." It's hard to explain.

"Oh, remember, we are just passers-by."

It took Mo Ji'an six days to watch more than 100 books on the Interstellar Magic Stick.The day before the grand ceremony, the high priest inspected it and was very satisfied with the results, so he kindly gave him a day off.High Priest: "Tomorrow's ceremony, His Majesty is excellent, so don't worry. Relax today, do you want to go outside the temple?"

After Mo Ji'an calculated, he felt that it was just enough for him to complete the task.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the interstellar males and females have long hair and seldom short hair, he couldn't bear it for a few days.

As a man, with long hair, it is really uncomfortable.

Jin Yuanbao: "Cuckoo."

Mo Ji settled down: "High Priest, I want to fix my hair."

There are still tasks to be done, and the rewards of the system are quite good except for the suit pit.

The high priest looked at him in a daze for a few seconds, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay, Your Majesty. Are you going to repair it later?"

Um?The high priest has a strange expression.

Mo Ji'an: "Yes." After thinking for two seconds and not finding anything, he felt that he was worrying too much.

Zong stood behind him in a daze for a long time, then lowered his eyes: "Your Majesty, please allow your subordinates to accompany you when you go out."

The high priest smiled: "You all attract attention."

Mo Jian: "..."

He thinks he has no special features. Although he was banned as a school grass in the original world, he still feels that he is an ordinary nerd.But in the interstellar empire, which is generally nearly two meters, he is 1.8 meters short with black hair, which is really eye-catching.

The system smiled: "Do you have a misunderstanding about your appearance?"

Mo Ji'an: "Hehe, I'm normal."

Zong sincerely agreed with the high priest: "Your Majesty's appearance is too good, I'm afraid it will cause male commotion."

Across the stars, males courted in different ways, but they were bolder and rougher than modern ones.Although His Majesty's divine status is extremely noble, it is unreasonable for a fan of brains.

The tone of the system is like a human: "┓(`)┏Look, I'm talking about it."

Mo Jian: "..."

Finally going out, he put on contact lenses and a hat, and walked out of the temple with a hair ball and Zong in the same disguise.Mo Ji'an had been here for many days, and this was the first time he went out for a walk.The airway is lined with LED lights, and the sky is rendered in brilliant colors.The advertisement is even more floating and three-dimensional, just like watching a small movie.

Let’s talk about the biggest difference from modern times—there are no women, and men are everywhere.

This is heaven for gays, hell for straight men.

Seeing the two men hugging each other, Mo Ji'an shuddered.He can't imagine himself...

System: "Have you ever been in love?"

Mo Ji'an gritted his teeth: "I didn't have time."

The system sighed: "Since you have never been in love, how can you be sure that you are a straight man?"

Mo Ji'an was speechless.

Mo Ji'an took a breath: "But I've never been interested in men."

System: "Are you frigid?"

Mo Ji An seemed mentally retarded: "Impossible, I have morning wood."

System: "All right, all right, you have the final say on how beautiful you are."

Mo Ji'an: "..." I want to kill it.

Zong stared solemnly at the most luxurious hairdressing street in the central star field: "Your Majesty, which hairdressing shop do you want?"

Mo Jian pointed casually.Boys get a haircut, any one will do.

The system laughed: the pattern Tucson is broken.

Mo Ji'an didn't know the importance of this famous hairdressing street, but secretly felt that the decoration of Star Interstellar Hair Salon was quite extravagant.

The attitude of the service staff is very good, each with a congratulatory smile.

Surrounded and sat down, Mo Ji'an was at a loss.

The barber glanced at Zong with a smile: "You are so beautiful, and your lover is so happy. What kind of haircut do you want?"

he!talent!No!drift!Bright!

Mo Ji'an: "I don't have a lover, thank you."

The barber was taken aback for a moment, guessing that he was embarrassed to admit it, and said plainly: "Yes, yes. You have no lover."

Females are reserved and restrained, it's normal to be ashamed!

Mo Jian: "..."

He couldn't believe his tone of voice! Hey!

The author has something to say:

Jin Tuanzi (╬◣д◢): Cuckoo!Cuckoo! (Bastard, love is here, who's looking?)

Mo Ji'an: The baby's hair is blown up, is it static electricity?

Jin Tuanzi ⊙▽⊙: Cuckoo! (No, the baby is angry!)

Mo Ji'an: That's too long. Does the barber cut pets?

Jintuanzi Σ◎⊙▽⊙◎〃: Cuckoo?Cuckoo! ! (Shear who?! Baby don't!)