2/1 god domain

"Mo Shao, do you think his words are credible?" After Mo Zilan left, the poet lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Half and half." Putting his index finger and middle finger together, he pushed away the hairy red head on his shoulders, Mo Shao looked a little sullen, "Whether the spoils between him and Caesar are uneven or the latter is purely uneasy and kind, this remains to be verified .”

Mo Zilan is a smart person who is good at disguising, this kind of person is best at lying, half-true and false lies always make it difficult for people to discern the truth.

He generously admitted his identity and ambition, and brazenly told the boy that he had difficulties, but in the end, he didn't explain much about his mistakes except to blame Caesar.

He did not lie about the Holy Grail, the lost miracle, and the SR Technology Research Institute, because the information he knew was not comprehensive.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Zilan did not mention the key related to the map, and the most likely explanation is: he did not know the existence of the key.

"Dog eats dog!" the poet sneezed angrily, "Anyway, neither of them is a good thing."

"Good people don't live long, but harm lasts for thousands of years. It doesn't matter whether they are good or bad, the important thing is—" Mo Shao sighed softly, and turned to the young man, with obvious worries shining in his eyes, "Mo Zilan has decided that you are Mo Fan .”

"Whatever he thinks." Anyway, he no longer intends to recognize this father.

"SR's share authorization letter and map are lost in his hands. Why does he still stay in the Mo family?" Mo Shao hesitated and said, "When I met the puppet of the holy sword spirit in Mo Zilan's study that day , Regarding Helan's identity, the puppet lied, he said that Helan came from a collateral branch of the Ross family..."

Why is he lying?Is it to mislead Mo Zilan, or to cover up something?

"He stayed because of an ulterior secret." The young man propped his chin with one hand, and said abruptly, "He is suspicious and stubborn by nature. Once bitten by a snake for ten years, he is afraid of well ropes. Really, he will find another way to check."

Mo Shao listened, and nodded in agreement: "Maybe, at that time, both sides were testing each other."

With Mo Zilan's level of cunning, even a mind-reading person standing in front of him might be fooled by him.

Thinking of this, Mo Shao felt a little relieved.

"Poet, before you and the facial paralyzed left the Sword Spirit Hall, did the dean give you any hints, for example, who was Bai Yuan's original owner? Is that person still alive?"

"The old man didn't say anything!" The poet shook his head, except for the "blood book" that must be handed over to Mo Shao, he was kicked out before he even had time to bring a change of clothes.

"Do you suspect that Bai Yuan is related to the Ross family?" The young man asked after pondering for a few seconds.

Mo Shao hesitated for a while, then shrugged helplessly: "It's just a suspicion without any basis."

His intuition told him: the holy sword spirit he met in the Mo family must be Bai Yuan.And why is Bai Yuan so obsessed with the lost miracle?

Mo Zilan's explanation just now was that he provided a counterfeit product that could be mistaken for the real thing, but the other party took it away without carefully checking it.

"Bai Yuan wants to destroy the map." Mo Fan spread out his optical brain and sketched the simplest tree diagram while speaking, "The reason is very likely that the secret in the Holy Grail is related to the promotion of abilities. Be it supernatural beings or sword spirits, so far, no one else has broken through to the holy rank except them."

Those who stand on the altar are absolutely unwilling to see a strong competitor for themselves, because the opponent is likely to push him off the altar.

From the early stage of the Heavenly Rank to the middle stage of the Heavenly Rank, there is an insurmountable gap in the middle, and between the Heavenly Rank and the Holy Rank, there is a natural moat!

For 800 years, there has always been only one person who has ascended to the altar. Unfortunately, he has passed away and can no longer stand up and explain anything.

"Is it possible that Bai Yuan is the sword spirit of the ancestor of the Mo family?" The poet leaned forward, stared at Mo Fan's brain, and put forward his own hypothesis.

"It's hard to say." The dean left too little information, and all the information about Bai Yuan has been cleared by the other party. All they know now is that Bai Yuan has lived for a long time, and then, his conduct is bad?

"Hey, it turns out that holy-level supernatural beings can't hold the scythe of death..." The poet shook his head with emotion, "Are those legends about the gatekeeper's immortality really all fake?"

Mo Shao glanced at him speechlessly, and continued to discuss the previous problem with Mo Fan: "Actually, this problem, simply put, is that there is a piece of cake here, and after eating it, the spiritual power will skyrocket? Become immortal? Well, let's be serious. Yes, there are two groups of people, one side wants to monopolize the secret of the cake, and the other side wants to dig out the secret..."

For now, Bai Yuan is the defender, the group led by Caesar and Mo Zilan is the attacker, and the three of them are bystanders in the tug-of-war?

"We can choose to watch a play on the sidelines, or fish in troubled waters." Hearing Mo Shao's metaphor, the young man smiled, stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, thought of something, and suddenly hugged him and kissed him hard on the cheek .

Blind my aluminum dog eyes!The poet stood up tremblingly, turned around, and turned his back to the two, feeling extremely sad in his heart: Shouldn't we have a good discussion?How to talk and kiss again!It's too unscientific, blah blah...

"Mo Zilan hasn't given up yet." Mo Shao wiped his cheeks with his hand, and said seriously, "I speculate that Bai Yuan may already know the secret of the Holy Grail, so after he broke through to the Holy Grail, other sword spirits suffered one after another. In order to prevent the secret from being discovered by others, he wants to destroy the last map. But he is not a descendant of the Mo family, so he cannot verify the authenticity of the map..."

When Mo Zilan handed over the map to Bai Yuan, he was still the image of the depressed second child of Wannian, and Bai Yuan was also fooled by him.

"After Caesar learned the secret of the map, he wanted to get it. He spent a lot of time studying the Holy Grail and the Knights Templar. When he suspected that the Mo family had a map, Helan happened to be his The most useful chess piece in the world."

Mo Zilan guarded his secret carefully, but Helan finally discovered the flaw.

"I suddenly have an ominous premonition." The poet turned around abruptly, watching you talk to each other, huddling together in an extremely intimate posture, but discussing the problem with extra seriousness, "Helan After giving birth to Xiaofan, he ran away. Could it be that he deliberately left him in the Mo family, because Caesar already knew that only the people of the Mo family could open the seal of the map..."

Mo Shao turned his head slightly, he had to admit: it is rare for a poet to be smart, but he actually said such a cruel fact in such a brisk tone, his skin was really itchy, and he deserved a beating!

"Then Mo Zilan may have sensed Helan's real thoughts, that's why he treated Xiao Fan so badly since he was a child! Emma, ​​Xiao Fan, I suddenly feel so pitiful for you! Really! Ah...don't, don't Hit! I was wrong, I don't talk nonsense anymore!"

The poet ran around with his head in his arms, and Mo Shao chased after him quickly.

Poor?The young man raised his lips in a self-deprecating manner. The poet said that he had not thought about it. Mo Shao also guessed this possibility, but they all avoided it subconsciously, only talking about Caesar and Bai Yuan, and trying to avoid mentioning his For cruel parents.

As Mo Zilan said, the ancestors of the Mo family destroyed the other eleven maps without anyone noticing, so until now, I am afraid that even Caesar did not know that except for the missing map of the Mo family, the world has long been There was no second map that would lead him to the Holy Grail.

Five minutes later, the poet was lying on the floor and screaming non-stop, looking very pitiful and aggrieved.

Mo Shao straightened up, and sat down beside Mo Fan again as if nothing had happened.

"The dean asked us to 'reform' Bai Yuan, let him put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately." Of course, this is just the dean's wishful thinking, and when we actually meet, a fight will definitely be inevitable.

"Mo Shao, do you mean to hand over the lost miracle to Caesar?" It took only half a second for the young man to understand the meaning of the other party's words.

Caesar believed that the map was still in the Mo family, and he knew the identity of Mo Fan a long time ago. Wasn't he going all out to get the map?

"Let's make a copy for him. If Mo Zilan wants it, give him a copy too." Let these energetic and useless guys go to find the Holy Grail, and they take the opportunity to sneak away, "We all need to improve strength."

This is a rather helpless thing. With Mo Fan's current strength, it should not be a problem to face an early-stage supernatural being, but it is far from enough to deal with Caesar Ross. The opponent only needs to wave his hand lightly. It is possible to form a company of heaven-level supernatural beings to kill them.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Hey...can you listen to me?" The poet was lying on the ground, dying.

Mo Shao turned his head, with a faint curve on the corner of his mouth: "What do you want to say?"

"Don't you find it strange? After Bai Yuan got the fake map, where did he go?"