2/1 god domain

When the poet came back, he saw a naked boy lying on the ground. The boy's short, soft black hair was slightly curled, showing an extremely playful arc. It looked very seductive, like some kind of furry creature. He raised his head, looked at Mo Shao who was also naked on the bed, opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

It's not the right time to come back.The poet said silently, ready to turn around and leave, since he has already figured it out, naturally he will not bother with these two things, but——

Take care of the light bulb at any rate!

"You're back." Mo Shao glanced at the red-haired sword spirit who was wearing a cat and seemed to be planning to sneak away, then stood up without changing his expression, and walked towards the bathroom.

During this period, Mo Fan had already stood up quickly, ready to catch up.

"Don't follow, or I'll beat you!" Mo Shao threatened.

A trace of doubt flashed across the young man's face, more of a grievance, he didn't understand, how could it have turned into such a bleak ending just now?

Wow!It looks very intense!What happened?Could it be that he had lost his mind?The little man named "Curiosity" in the poet's mind kept jumping up and down, and he also jumped up in front of Mo Fan, and glanced at the big bird under him, almost vomiting blood!

That volume!It is several times that of him!It's so showy, it's not a thing!Walking the bird openly!

A certain sword spirit, who was slandering happily, obviously forgot the most important point: in his opinion, the brazen person did not see him at all, so from a more accurate point of view, he was actually peeping.

The young man was staring at the bathroom door longingly, just when the poet thought he was going to be a beast and rushed to kick the door, he sighed, sat back on the bed, put on his pajamas, and—

"Ah! Ci'ao! You are actually looking at this kind of thing! How old are you! What a pervert! The people of the Ross family are really not good people..."

The poet muttered for a while, then leaned closer, and continued: "Get out of the way, I'll take a look too."

Unlike the poet who watched with relish and wished to bury his head in his light brain, the young man always had a serious look on his face, which was as rigorous and focused as a sex expert doing research.

"Oh! This, such a small hole, that thick, big and long thing actually pierced it all in?! It will definitely hurt to death."

The poet shyly covered his face, continued to look through his fingers, and then compared carefully in his heart, he couldn't help shivering, he absolutely had no doubt how hard Mo Shao's life would be in the future!Being stabbed in chrysanthemums every day, I can't bear to look directly at it!

"Huh? Don't turn it off! I haven't seen enough! Hey, hey——"

The poet yelled twice, and found that no one was paying attention to him. Suddenly, he realized that he quickly took out his optical brain and made enough food and clothing by himself. It really is an eternal truth!

"Mo Shao is angry." The young man leaned back against the head of the bed, tilted his head slightly, exposing his fair neck, and stared at the ceiling ecstatically, "Poet, tell me, why?"

"...How do I know! Ask Mo Shao yourself." The poet continued to fiddle with his brain without looking up, planning to find some more films to study.

"I know you're here, stop pretending."

"...Ci'ao." The poet cursed in a low voice, and turned his head to see that Mo Fan was staring at the screen, waiting for him to send a message.

[Sao Nian, for everything, you must first find the reason from yourself. 】

The red-haired sword spirit wrinkled his nose, and pretended to speak profoundly. He had not known Mo Shao for a very long time, so he crawled out of the sword spirit pool at the same time, was poisoned by the old dean together, and then left the sword spirit hall one after another. They got together miraculously, um, it really wasn't long, ahaha, it's just a little longer than the days when that bad boy Mo Fan knew Mo Shao!

[Tell me first, what happened to you before I came back? 】

"Watch the movie." The young man hesitated for half a second before choking out two words.

The poet's eyebrows trembled fiercely, watching a film?Watch a movie!Oh, just watching a movie?

【Then why were you kicked out of bed? 】

Mo Fan pursed his lips, a look of embarrassment rarely flashed across his pretty face, why?He also wants to know.because……

"I have no experience?"

piss off!How old is your uncle, let's talk about woolen experience!Emma, ​​why would he talk to a kid about this kind of adult problem?Why!The poet rubbed his head frantically, inhaled and exhaled after doing two back and forth, with a particularly hypocritical smile on his face, typed a line and sent it out.

【I think so. 】

"Why do I think you're lying?" The young man asked back seemingly unintentionally.

The poet froze, didn't he?This has all been discovered?He looked left and right, but he didn't find anything wrong with his six words plus a period!

"I'll go out for a while." The boy suddenly stood up.

The poet rubbed his ears in wonder, suspecting that he had heard wrong, go out?where to go

【Where are you going? 】

"Learn, observe." The boy took off his pajamas, put on a thin black sweater, and went out directly.

The poet sat cross-legged on the bed, and after a while, he finally came to his senses. Did he accidentally say something wrong?but--

Anyway, that guy is already at the tenth level of the earth rank, and he won't suffer even if he fights against the supernatural beings at the early stage of the heaven rank, so there is nothing to worry about, right?

But why does he feel particularly guilty and uneasy?

It must be an illusion!

When Mo Shao came out of the bathroom, the poet's affirmation completely turned into uncertainty.

"Where's Xiaofan?"

"out."

"Where did you go?"

"……do not know."

I thought they really had a falling out, but he was still "acting passionately", err...

Mo Shao looked suspiciously at the red-haired sword spirit who was about to cry and was inexplicably sad, and couldn't help but wonder if this fellow ate food indiscriminately and ruined his brain?

"Are you OK?"

"No ah."

The poet wiped the crocodile brand tears from the corner of his mouth, suddenly remembered what he was doing, and quickly stuffed the optical brain into the space ring, preparing to study it privately.

Mo Shao didn't ask any more questions, turned around and put on his clothes, dried his hair, and said casually, "If you are in a hurry, continue to monitor Mo Zilan. Caesar will not give up until he achieves his goal. Although Lan Jie is dead Now, we can't be sure that he won't send other people to assassinate Mo Zilan..."

More importantly, he always felt that there were some important secrets hidden in Mo Zilan.

But that guy is cunning and wants him to take the initiative to confess, unless——

"You want me to protect him?" The poet was startled, not very happy.Ask him to beat that black-hearted guy, and he definitely agrees with both hands and feet.Personal protection?He was afraid that he would be so disgusted that he couldn't even eat dinner.

"You can play tricks on him if you want. Just don't play him to death."

Mo Shao smiled lazily. He is not sure whether Caesar will stay behind. It depends on whether the other party will keep the memory of the sword spirit. If the traces of Lan Jie's existence in this world are wiped out, Caesar's memory will also be biased by this.

Let the poet play tricks on Mo Zilan, one is to test whether the other party knows the existence of the sword spirit, and the other is that since he is already guilty, any disturbance will make him suspicious, and it will be just around the corner to reveal his flaws.

"That's no problem!" The poet quickly responded with a smile, gearing up, ready to fight, "By the way, Yun Xi, I have already tried a way to let her know about the commission for this mad battle, and it was Caesar's intention to let her They are scapegoating..."

"Good job."

"One more thing, Mo Shao, actually, I think—"

"What?" Mo Shao turned his head and saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he couldn't help being a little curious. It's really rare that this guy can vacillate sometimes.

"What did you plan for that treasure map?" the poet scratched his head and asked.Since the things belonged to Mo Fan, he shouldn't have interfered, but Caesar Ross was obviously thinking about the treasure map...

A sky-level supernatural being with a deep city and a strong background, powerful and strategic, is definitely a tough bone who can chew his teeth.

"Troublesome stuff. If Caesar wants it, it's okay to give it to him." Mo Shao sighed and curled his lips, "But you can't give things for nothing, you have to let him bleed. This will make him remember better, right? "

"Ah..." The poet opened his mouth in astonishment, but he didn't expect Mo Shao to be so straightforward.

"What?" Mo Shao smiled slyly, "It's just a blueprint anyway, let's keep a draft, print a few more copies and send it out as a favor..."

Tsk tsk, how cunning!