2/1 god domain

045 Confessions and Lies

"Hahahahahahaha!" The poet knelt on the carpet, pounding the ground non-stop, almost breathless with laughter, "Mo Shao, why are you getting smaller? Hahahahaha! Your little kid is so funny!"

Mo Shao's face turned dark.

Not only because the poet's laughter was too harsh, but more importantly, he suddenly thought of something: Before he cultivated to the holy rank, he would be like this seven or eight-year-old child, which is a very difficult situation for a child whose actual age is already For men in their 30s, it is definitely not a wonderful taste.

When he met Xiao Mo Fan, the other party was only four years old, and he needed more protection than he looked, and was more distressing. Therefore, when facing his "master", he never brought him in with the relationship of master and servant, but It is to regard the other party as his son, younger brother...

But now, the roles seem to be reversed.

In terms of strength, Mo Fan has surpassed him.

Looking at the appearance, Mo Fan looks more like an older brother.

Mo Shao wasn't surprised by people's thoughts, but subconsciously, there was a little reluctance.

"Mo Shao?" Seeing his strange expression, Mo Fan couldn't help worrying. His eyes fell on the place where the two people's fingers were intertwined. old?

Very strange feeling.Before he fell into a coma, he was as tall as Mo Shao's armpit, but now——

The boy held Mo Shao and stood up, a smile flashed in his eyes, he was finally able to hug his Mo Shao easily.

"Hey!"

Mo Shao was startled, and was suddenly picked up by the other party's waist, thrown up, and fell firmly into the young man's embrace. He subconsciously frowned, feeling more and more that he urgently needed... to grow up!

"Pfft! Is this raising high?" The poet sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin with his hands, looking at the two of them gloatingly, "Mo Shao, you have today too!"

At the meeting in the Sword Spirit Hall, the poet was sad and nervous all day long, his face was paralyzed and he pretended to be deep every day, hitting the poet all the time, while Mo Shao was in a daze all the time, but he was also the most stable one among the three. There is a kind of charm that makes people unconsciously surrender.

The poet was happy to meet Mo Shao again from the bottom of his heart, but he also felt that his little friend was as boring as an old man at such a young age. At this moment, someone could see the panic on Mo Shao's face With that expression on his face, he sincerely felt: It feels really good!

"Mo Shao, what's going on?"

The young man put Mo Shao down unsatisfied, and quickly put on an appearance of "I know I'm wrong and I'm reflecting on it", looking around the room with three points of doubt and seven points of confusion. This strong rococo style is obviously in line with Rose's Aesthetic preferences of the family.

Mo Shao coughed lightly to cover up his momentary panic, and then said, "Xiao Fan, sit down." This feeling of being looked down upon...囧!

Mo Fan nodded with a smile, and sat cross-legged on the bed cooperatively, obediently and quietly, exactly the same as before.

Seeing it, Mo Shao felt a little comforted: Although his appearance has changed, his personality has not changed, and he is still the little Mo Fan he is familiar with.

"Mo Shao! Can I apply to come here too?" Seeing the two of them sitting face to face, the atmosphere was quite warm, and suddenly felt abandoned, so he raised his hand and shouted, "It's so cold on the ground!"

"No!" Mo Shao turned his head, facing the poet, not polite at all, "You just stay there obediently! Hmph, stare at him."

The black hair ball "hummed" twice, and jumped onto the poet's head. It seemed to have a special liking for that fiery red miscellaneous hair, and it would paw and pull it with its small paws from time to time. It was tickling, so the poet didn't bother to take care of it, so he simply put on the black hair ball, turned on the light brain and started to tinker.

Mo Fan glanced at the "fierce" Mo Shao, and then at the black fur ball suspended in mid-air, and knew in his heart: there was a similar Mo Shao sitting there, but unfortunately he couldn't see him.

"He's called a poet. I come from the same place as me." Mo Shao explained when he found that the young man was looking at the poet's place thoughtfully.

"Yeah." Mo Fan looked away, "Will he follow us all the time?"

"No." After the master destined by the poet appeared, he could only run away with his own master, but before he recognized the master, he could only do so.

"That's good." The young man heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want to be held back by a guy who would rob him at any time.

"The poet and I are both sword spirits..." Mo Shao hesitated for a while, but finally told the truth. The first concealment was to consider whether the other party was trustworthy.The sword spirit is a servant, swearing allegiance to the death.In fact, he didn't like the dean's definition of sword spirit.Mo Fan means a lot to him.So, he decided to be open and honest.

Mo Shao's voice is very pleasant, and he speaks every word, as if telling a story.

Mo Fan listened very carefully, did not interrupt halfway, and stared at the other party quietly with his deep and dark eyes.

The poet seems to have nothing to do with himself playing the stand-alone game, and the "GameOver" again and again shows that he is actually using two things at once. He can't quite understand why Mo Shao has to be so frank with a human being, according to his way of thinking , even if his master appears, he will still keep a little bit of his own privacy, just like what Mo Shao did at the beginning, he will do that, and even keep it forever.

"You must break through the holy rank before your body shape will change?"

"In theory, that's right."

Mo Shao was a little puzzled: I spent half an hour talking, but this kid Mo Fan only heard this "important point"?

At this moment, the poet let out a strange "quack" laugh: "Mo Shao, he wants to fuck you."

"..." Mo Shao cast a cold glance at someone who was not afraid of death.

"The boy with no hair, hahaha... ah!" The poet screamed, and the black fur ball that was tickling him just now suddenly ran away and slapped him, making him crooked and plunged into the carpet , staring at Venus!

"Hmph..." The black hairball shook its body tremblingly, and crawled back to the bed in a hurry, flattering Mo Shao, its small eyes seemed to say: I did a good job, right?Ask for praise and caress!

Mo Shao reached out and rubbed the black fur ball. The latter narrowed his eyes contentedly. Before he had time to hum a few more times, he was caught by a hand and thrown out. It took a closer look and was dumbfounded: Master!don't you love me

"Hmph, I haven't showered for many days, so I can't just climb into the bed." Mo Fan solemnly explained his "brutal behavior" just now, and the charming face that had begun to exude charm was full of pure and innocent expressions.

Mo Shao only thought for a second before accepting his explanation.

The black fur ball rolled twice on the ground unwillingly: "Heh heh heh—"

"You suddenly grew up, it should be related to those few colorful beans." Mo Shao continued with a serious expression. Those beans seem to be similar to the colorful energy stones, but they are fundamentally different, at least with other abilities. Or, to absorb the energy stored in the colorful energy stone, even if it is as big as a bowl, you need to retreat for at least a week, not as simple as Mo Fan, "So far, I haven't found out what that thing may bring. sequelae."

If you rely on energy stones to practice, after the power level breaks through the sky, there may be a phenomenon of power degeneration, commonly known as: backlash.

and so--

"You can only make a conclusion after you break through the heavenly ranks."

"En." Mo Fan nodded slightly, not looking in a hurry.

Mo Shao appreciates his calm attitude in handling things, but sometimes he feels helpless, and he really echoes the old saying "The emperor is not in a hurry to kill eunuchs"!

"Another point."

"Are you worried that Zhan Yunjue will become suspicious?"

"Not only him, but also the Ross family. When Luoz sent us to the castle, many people saw you." The child who was held in Zhan Yunjue's arms at that time did not look like he was fifteen or sixteen years old. .

How to explain to them that a four-year-old child suddenly becomes a 15-year-old boy?What's more, before this, the three members of the Berserker Mercenary Group had always mistook Mo Fan for the young master of the Lin family.

"The beginning of a lie requires countless lies to make up for it!" The poet rubbed his head and stood up with an unfathomable face.

Mo Shao turned his head, flexing his muscles and looking at the poet with a smile on his face. The latter stepped back with a tingly smile, and hurriedly said, "Don't hit me! I can help you lie!"

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Lost one, I think, I should roll around like a black hair ball to sell cute, shouting: Ask for an olive branch, please collect it! 233