2/1 god domain

001 Mo Shao

"Can you imagine? When you stand in the vast crowd, there are so many people around, but no one can see you, whether you are happy or sad, and no one knows, you will always only be yourself, supporting yourself alone The sorrow of the whole world..."

Mo Shao yawned with drooping eyelids, the "poet" opposite was still immersed in his own sorrow, his immature face was full of vicissitudes, compared with his seven or eight-year-old appearance, it was really inconsistent.

"Mo Shao, I—ah!" The voice stopped abruptly, and the screams rushed to the sky.

Mo Shao raised his head and looked ten steps behind the "poet". There was a cool young man in white clothes standing impressively. The young man lowered his arms expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "It's so noisy."

"Face paralyzed! You bullied me again! I'm going to tell the dean!" The "poet" angrily grabbed the "weapon" and rushed towards the boy in white.

A burst of chicken and dog jumping.

"Hey!"

Mo Shao sighed heavily.

It has been a month since he came to this inexplicable place, and he still hasn't learned to adapt.

On the earth 3000 years later, due to the impact of the crustal movement, the continents re-converged into the only holy place in the ocean. Under the natural selection of the survival of the fittest, the once impossible became possible. energy system.

This is a world where the strong are respected, regardless of race and religion.Over the long years, the strong and the weak have been polarized. With the Santes Mountains as the boundary, two forces, the Empire and the Alliance, have gradually formed to compete and restrict each other. Peace has always been under a delicate balance.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Mo Shao, he doesn't even care how unfair and disharmonious the system of nobles and commoners in human society will be after 3000 years.

because--

He is not even a "person" now.

A month ago, he was just an ordinary person 3000 years ago, a bit introverted and a bit nerdy, he likes to read novels online, especially TT Literature Network every day.

An older single young man in his third year, with no father and no mother, owns a car and a house, runs a jade shop, and has no bad habits. People can't figure it out.

To quote Mo Shao's exact words, he just felt that it was not bad for him to live alone, and it would be more troublesome if there were many people.

But now, he just changed his place and identity, so he shouldn't be so uneasy in the first place.

"Shua—" A silver mirror flew over from between the two fighting, and landed in front of Mo Shao.

Lowering his head and looking at his reflection in the mirror, the corners of Mo Shao's mouth twitched slightly. He thought that the reason why he didn't learn to adapt should be related to his current body.

From a handsome young man with a height of 1.8 meters suddenly to a young boy of seven or eight years old, he couldn't calm down.

The uniform with white dots and blue borders, the boy in the mirror has black soft short hair, white skin like snow, immature and lovely facial features, and black pupils are clear and indifferent.

While watching, Mo Shao sighed, the more he looked, the more he felt that the person in the mirror was not himself, but his son.

He squeezed his thigh, hissed, and the pain that came from him told him clearly again: this is not a hallucination.

This is the Sword Spirit Hall, a completely independent space. Apart from the huge castle, it is surrounded by an endless green field, and every living thing including him is a sword spirit. One day in the future, he will Leaving the Sword Spirit Hall and returning to the human world with a brand new attitude.

Like the human superpower system, the sword spirit's cultivation base is also divided into four levels of Tiandi Xuanhuang, and each level is divided into ten levels.

A month ago, Mo Shao was "born" in Sword Spirit Pond, and at the same time as him were "poet" and "facial paralysis". After systematic study at Sword Spirit Academy, Mo Shao's understanding of this world is also increasing day by day.

He knows that one day in the future, he will return to the Holy Land as an auxiliary force of a certain human being, but like the "poet" said, no one can see him except that specific human, unless, his The cultivation base can break through the tenth level of the heavenly rank.

What is the significance of the existence of the sword spirit?Mo Shao remembered that the dean mentioned it jokingly - to serve mankind.

The dean said that the sword spirit was reincarnated from a person who had committed a lot of sins in his previous life, and he was reincarnated as a sword spirit to atone for his sins.

However, except for Mo Shao, the other sword spirits have no memories of their previous lives. Some of these seven or eight-year-old boys and girls have just been born, and some have lived in the Sword Spirit Hall for hundreds of years. What's more, their thoughts are very simple, their actions are very direct, and they firmly believe in the dean's words and deeds.

Mo Shao doesn't feel that he needs to make amends, and he doesn't care about the master who will appear in the future. Before he finds the target, he doesn't care about anything.

"Mo Shao, come and help me!" Over there, the "poet" lost to the firepower of the "facial paralysis", and began to call for help as always.

Mo Shao glanced lazily at the two of them, and directly chose to ignore it. It wasn't that he was too indifferent, but that a man whose mental age was nearly thirty couldn't understand the joy of their fight.

"Dididi——" The watch on his wrist suddenly sounded an alarm.

Mo Shao was startled, sat up, pursed his lips with a serious expression, he did not expect that he would leave the Sword Spirit Hall so soon, a sword spirit like him who was recognized as the master just over a month after he was born, in the sword spirit In the records of the temple, there are only a handful of them.

Over there, the "poet" and "facial paralysis" are still rolling on the lawn.

He looked away speechlessly, and walked directly towards the castle. Before leaving, he had to say goodbye to the dean.