2/1 god domain

Since Wang Yali was expelled from the Mo family, Mo Yixuan, who was only three years old, became the new owner of Xiyuan. His father passed away, and his mother was driven back to her natal family due to a scandal. His fate should have been miserable.But the result was quite the opposite.Not only did Mo Ziqing kindly keep him, but he also arranged for him an Elder Mo as a supernatural enlightenment teacher, and two professional nannies to take care of his daily life.

"If you don't have anything to show gallantry, you can either rape or steal." This is how the poet commented.

Walking on the flower path in Xiyuan, in order to keep a low profile, Mo Shao still hangs on Mo Fan. After his strong protest, the princess hug finally changed to the other party carrying him on his back, but it changed back after a while.

To use the poet's original words to describe it: these two guys can't get entangled at all.

"The yard was cleaned very clean, and the water in the outdoor swimming pool seemed to have just been changed." It seemed that Mo Ziqing really took good care of his "lonely" nephew.

"Tsk tsk! It's not his own son. What is he so concerned about?" The poet curled his lips and glanced secretly at the silent young man. Although he was not well-versed in the world, he had already learned from Mo Shao and the information he had collected. Considering the things that Mo Fan had experienced in the Mo family, I can describe it in one sentence: it is simply terrible!

"Maybe it's my own son." The boy suddenly interrupted.

As soon as Mo Zilan died, Mo Fan was kicked out of Vicia City, but his stepmother Wang Yali stayed unharmed. If it wasn't because of that woman's cruel heart, Mo Shao wouldn't plot against her Cheating was discovered.

Cheating?No matter what the truth is, Mo Ziqing really believed it, without further ado, he issued an expulsion order directly, like a husband who was cuckolded.

"Xiaofan, what do you mean..."

Mo Shao raised his head, and met the young man's calm and composed gaze, and felt a dull pain in his heart. If that was the case, the differential treatment would be too great!

The young man smiled indifferently, lowered his head suddenly, and kissed Mo Shao's forehead, his voice was soft and soft: "Yes."

Just one word fell into Mo Shao's ears, shattering the last trace of luck in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he reached out and hugged the boy's neck, buried his head in his arms, and replied in the same low voice: "It's okay, I I will always be by your side." No matter what happens in the future, I will stand with you.

This is the cheating!This kind of aura of retreating from the third party!Hey, hey, he shouldn't have followed!The poet bit his finger aggrievedly, but did not stop a step, followed the two in front, walked through the garden, sneaked into the villa, and finally stopped outside the door of the study.

The door is closed.

"Go and knock on the door." Mo Shao glanced at the poet.

The poet pointed to his nose, his eyes widened suspiciously: "Me? Knock on the door? Shouldn't I sneak in?"

"There's someone in there."

"I know!" Mo Ziqing must be inside, but the question is, will he come back and open the door?Moreover, knocking on the door openly, and the other party came to open the door, and found that there was no one outside, wouldn't it be... to startle the snake?

Although the poet really wanted to have a debate with Mo Shao, his long-standing habit made him give up the plan in the next second, walked to the door, clenched his fist with his right hand, and knocked on the door.

Five seconds later, the door opened, and an immature and somewhat arrogant face appeared in sight. It was Wang Yali's son, Mo Yixuan, with undisguised boredom on his face. When there was no one else around, this impatience reached its peak in an instant: "What the hell are you doing!"

"Xiaoxuan, who is knocking on the door?" Mo Ziqing's voice came from behind him.

"Uncle, there's no one outside the door. I don't know who the scary person is deliberately making trouble..." Mo Yixuan closed the door again, completely unaware that within a few seconds, three guys with "scheming plots" had already slipped in. .

"Come here, and continue to talk to Uncle, what have the teacher taught you these two days?" Mo Ziqing waved kindly, with a faint smile on his face, looking at Mo Yixuan's voice was like watching Doting on his naughty little son like that.

"Uncle...can I change to another teacher?" Mo Yixuan pouted and walked over, skillfully climbed onto the man's lap, and continued to act like a spoiled child: "Mo Lan is not good to me at all! He always scolds me It's an idiot!"

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Mo Ziqing asked suspiciously. Among the elders of the Mo family, Mo Lan is one of the few people with supernatural powers. It was because Mo Lan was once very protective of Mo Fan.

"Really!" Mo Yixuan deliberately emphasized the "facts" with an emphatic tone, and after rolling those shrewd eyeballs, he said sadly, "Uncle, you found a beautiful woman as a teacher for brother Lan Yu, why did you give me a beautiful teacher?" Did I find a bad old man?"

"You little thing, are you so perverted at such a young age? I really don't know what to do. No matter how beautiful Yun Xi is, she is still an outsider, and Mo Lan is from my own family. Can I still harm you?"

While talking, Mo Ziqing smiled and scratched Mo Yixuan's little nose.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Fan watched from the sidelines, as if he was looking at an unimportant person. After a while, he smiled: "It really is the deep love between father and son."

Mo Shao raised his head slightly, and looked at the young man with distress: "He doesn't deserve your sorrow."

"Yeah." Because it's enough for me to have you.As for the others, that is irrelevant.

"Shall we go back first?" Mo Shao hesitated, and suggested.

The young man was startled, looked at the person in his arms, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "Okay."

"Hey! Aren't you? Just leave like this? Then what are we here for?" The poet was still out of the situation, and the Erzhang monk was puzzled.

Mo Shao finally showed his kindness, and gave him a supercilious look: "I suggest you investigate Mo Ziqing's original wife, who is now the mistress of the Xiao family."

"What do you mean?" The poet scratched his head, but he sat cross-legged on the ground, turned on his optical brain, and "studied" as Mo Shao said.

In the early years, Mo Ziqing fought fiercely with Mo Zilan for the position of Patriarch. One of the important reasons why he won in the end was because he married a powerful wife - Gu Tong. This woman is very capable, especially in winning people's hearts It is unmatched.

"Gu Tong, 32 years old, a supernatural person in the early stage of the earth, the supernatural attribute is... a hypnotist? At present, her whereabouts are unknown. She married Mo Ziqing at the age of 22, and gave birth to two sons and a daughter for him. Both the eldest son and the eldest daughter are ordinary people, and the youngest son, Mo Lanyu, was tested for supernatural powers when he was 4 years old, and he showed extremely high talent, and now he is a supernatural power user at the beginning of the Xuan stage."

"Well. This is the person."

Mo Shao snuggled into Mo Fan's arms and nodded faintly: "A hypnotist is actually a form of illusion at a certain level. Not long after Mo Zilan passed away, Gu Tong's whereabouts were also missing. Although the Mohist school sent many People are looking for the missing housewife, but—”

"Mo Ziqing didn't do his best." Mo Fan continued, "Do you know the reason?"

The poet sat on the ground, looked at the two "collusion" scoundrels, and shook his head very ignorantly: "Why?"

"Because the real Mo Ziqing is dead." The young man pouted mockingly.

"Ah!? Then, who is this?" The poet covered his face in horror, and after a while, he pointed his trembling right hand at the man behind the desk.

The young man looked peacefully at the man who looked like a loving father. He once envied Mo Yixuan very much. Being pampered by his father and loved by his mother, he was as happy as living in a high cloud, but he could only stand Looking up at a high place in the mud, his father would always just scold him coldly, his stepmother always looked at him like an enemy, and the half-brother who was one year younger than him never called him "brother", so The words that come out of Zhang Xiao's mouth can only be broom star, little bitch, bastard...

And Xiyuan's housekeeper and servants looked at him with disgust and disdain.

"He is Mo, Zi, and Lan." The young man paused each word, his voice clear and resounding.

From this moment on, Mo Zilan was just an irrelevant stranger to him.

The moment he was born, the other party had wanted to kill them all. Due to the opposition of the elders of the Mo family, he only survived to the age of four. For him, childhood was a constant practice, full of countless curses and white eyes... unbearable past.

Those four years were as long as 40 years for ordinary people.

Ever since he was sensible, he has been thinking about escaping from this indifferent place that can't be called home at all.

On the day of Mo Zilan's "death", he cried. He felt uncomfortable, but it was his father after all. Blood dissolves in water, a fact that cannot be changed.On the other hand, he didn't realize until now that he was still a little excited at the time. Knowing that his father would probably face a more difficult environment after his father passed away, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, at least in the future. When he woke up, he would try his best to count the kindness his father had treated him in his memory...

Instead of despair like now.

There is always something ugly, and as time goes by, it will always come to light and the truth will come out.

And those who see the truth may not necessarily be happy.

"I don't know what method he used. Not only did he kill Mo Ziqing, but he also successfully transferred flowers and trees to deceive everyone. But since he doesn't have the Mo family, it means that his goal has not been achieved. Of course, it is also possible that he is greedy for power. , I don’t want to leave.” The young man said calmly, his tone indifferent, as if he was saying something polite about the weather today.

The poet still couldn't accept it, his face was kneaded into a ball by himself, his eyes kept going back and forth between "Mo Ziqing" and Mo Fan, and finally fixed on the sword spirit in the arms of the young man: "Mo Shao, you too Think so?"

"I believe in Xiaofan." Mo Shao nodded.