2/1 god domain

070 The Lost Miracle

"Mo Shao, you guessed it right, Caesar is the same age as Helan, and they were both students of the Royal Noble Academy of Santa Fe." The poet looked at the keyboard with both hands quickly, while the black fur ball happily slapped on top of his head Pa, "But having said that, Helan Rose was pregnant at the age of 15, um, it's really... ah!"

Ciao, he was beaten again!

Mo Shao has seen photos of Helan Rose. At the age of 15, she was very mature and looked like she was in her twenties. What would she look like five years later?This point is temporarily unknown, unless they rush to the Western Continent to find the answer for themselves.

Carlo Ross has three sons and two daughters. The eldest son Candela, the eldest daughter Mofeier, the second son Caesar, and the youngest son Edward were all born to his original wife. Only the youngest daughter, Helan, was born as a lover. Bring it back to Loynes City.

However, his other children were very repulsive to Helan, but Caesar was closer to her, more like biological brothers and sisters.

"I suddenly felt," Mo Shao propped his chin with one hand, with a complicated look on his face, "Mo Zilan is a beast."

The 15-year-old girl was fucked by him just like that!But compared to himself, actually masturbating for a four-year-old child, it seems... the latter is more beastly.

Thinking of this, Mo Shao couldn't help but shudder, and deeply felt that it would be better to find an opportunity to let little Mo Fan regain his youthful figure?At least the test in his own heart will feel better!

"Hmm!" The poet nodded. When he saw Helan Rose's photo, he didn't feel anything at all. After discovering the real age of the other party, he felt a little horrified. "But when she went to seduce Mo Zilan, she must have used a fake identity and a fake age."

The implication is that someone who knowingly commits a crime is a real beast!

Mo Shao coughed lightly, took out a silver-blue brocade bag and key from the interspatial ring, and put them on the table.

"In it, it's the Mo family's... family heirloom." At the beginning, the mysterious holy sword spirit threatened Mo Zilan in an attempt to get what he had.

"This key is the 'iron block' I got from the trading house last time."

The poet flattened his mouth, wanting to say something, afraid of being beaten, and finally closed his mouth obediently, only concentrating on his work, trying to find out the necessary connection between the Lin family and Carloy.

Xiao Mofan looked at the key for a while, then reached out to pick it up, and held it in his hand, it was quite heavy, not like an iron and copper product.

"This..." After putting down the key, Mo Fan picked up the brocade bag, and a purple light flashed in his big black eyes.

Mo Shao remembered that when he got this thing just now, he had put in a lot of effort, but he couldn't figure out the key point. Now seeing Xiao Mo Fan's expression was different, he couldn't help but kindle a little bit of emotion in his heart. hope.

"It is said that this is something that has been personally kept by the successive heads of the Mohist family." Then he briefly explained the ins and outs of how he obtained it.

Xiao Mofan held the brocade bag with both hands, hesitated for a moment, poured spiritual power into the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and a light blue halo rose around the bag.

"Huh?" The poet suddenly raised his head, obviously attracted by that ball of light.

After a few minutes, the blue halo disappeared, and only a light snap was heard, and the bag shattered, leaving a piece of yellowed parchment rolled on the table.

"This is... a treasure map?" The poet put his optical brain aside and walked forward enthusiastically. This kind of thing that only exists in legends is always full of mystery, and people can't help but explore it.

Little Mo Fan frowned in confusion, and seeing Mo Shao nodding to him, he stretched out his hand to spread out the parchment roll and spread it on the table.

What was drawn on the paper was a topographic map. What was more troublesome was that none of the three of them understood what was going on.

On the other hand, after the black fur ball jumped off the poet's head, he lay cautiously on the edge of the map for a long time, and finally poked his little paw at the line on the right side of the drawing.

"It's so stupid, didn't you say that three cobblers are the best Zhuge Liang? Why can't the three of us add up to a fur ball!" The poet complained angrily.

Mo Shao didn't bother to pay attention to him, since the black fur ball appeared in front of them, he had a vague intuition: that little thing is not simple.

"A lost miracle. This line of characters is traditional Chinese that existed thousands of years ago." Mo Shao explained.

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