2/1 god domain

Mo Shao did not expect that they would run into Ling Zheyun and Ling Ling again. Although it is the private area of ​​the Ling family, even if trespassers like them are discovered, they will at most be taken to the security inspection department. Once you have your identity, you can leave.

Mo Fan's identity information is Fan Lantis, one of the registered members of the Berserker Mercenary Group.

Based on this alone, it should not be difficult to escape smoothly.

But the problem happened.

"Who are they? Why do I have no memory at all?" The poet has cleaned himself up, and changed into normal and pleasing clothes, black slacks and a white sweater, wearing a pair of brown clothes that can cover half of his face Sunglasses, look quite pleasing to the eye.

However, he himself expressed that he was very awkward and missed his floral shirt, beach pants and flip-flops very much.

"Do you remember where we met?"

"Fan Disacheng's trading house."

"That's where Xiaofan and I met them. But Xiaofan was still a child at that time..."

So in theory, the other party should not recognize Mo Fan.

"You are not from Lingyun City."

The girl in the white pleated skirt took the initiative to walk to Mo Fan. Compared with the situation when they first met, her attitude has been restrained a lot. It's just that she was spoiled by the hands of the Ling family. There was still an unconcealable arrogance when he opened his mouth.

Mo Fan was submitting his identity verification, and had no intention of answering the stranger who suddenly approached him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Ling Ling, you can't do this." Ling Zheyun stepped forward helplessly. In a few days, he had been promoted from the mid-level to the end-level. Compared with ordinary people, the speed of his cultivation was definitely exaggerated!

However, after seeing Mo Fan's non-human cultivation speed, Mo Shao was not surprised at all.

Yue and Ling Zheyun bid for a lot of good things in Fandisa City before, but he has not yet broken through the heavenly rank, so he has not discovered that such a shortcut may suffer more serious backlash.

"Mo Shao, I have an ominous premonition." The bald sword spirit touched the bridge of his nose, leaned close to the black-haired sword spirit, and said in a low voice.

"+1" Mo Shao put his hands in his pockets, quietly looking at the little girl who looked like seven or eight years old with big black and white eyes.

Precocious children are really a headache.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it was true.

Ling Ling fell in love with Mo Fan.

At first, it was just because of the boy's outstanding appearance that she couldn't help but look sideways.

"The spoiled little princess accidentally found a knight who treated her well , how to break it?"

"If you talk nonsense again, I can let your back cool, do you want to try?"

"Mo Shao, I was wrong." The bald sword spirit raised the white flag obediently.

"good."

Mo Shao stretched out his hand, rubbed the other's bald head, and thought to himself: It doesn't feel good.

He turned his head, and when he looked again, Ling Zheyun had already had a good conversation with Mo Fan... He couldn't help frowning, and sighed again.

As far as facts are concerned, Ling Zheyun is a man of means. Although he is still very young, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old has been raised as the hope of the family since he was a child. His ability level has already reached the end of the earth at a young age. If he breaks through the heavenly rank before the age of 15, he will be able to break the record set by Caesar Ross.

"I thought that he was still shy, afraid, and at a loss..." But it turned out that when the young man faced Ling Zheyun, he handled it properly and with ease, and he didn't need to worry about it at all.

This kind of sad feeling that when a child grows up, his parents can no longer help him... Mo Shao sniffed hard, feeling that he was too sad.

"Isn't this good?" The poet wondered, saving trouble and worry, and being lazy, Shao Shao really couldn't figure it out!

"Oh, that's alright."

Mo Shao answered absently.What a fart!

The poet saw that he was obviously wandering away, so he didn't bother him very wisely. He took out his optical brain to play games, and suddenly——

"Mo Shao, let me ask you something."

"Ok?"

"If one day Mo Fan falls in love with someone else..."

"..." Turning around, he stared at a certain bald head expressionlessly.

The poet laughed and was speechless, slightly regretting that he shouldn't have talked so much.

"His contract of prostitution is still with me." Mo Shao grinned, with a rather smug look on his face.

Poet=mouth=, Shaoshao, you are too naive to believe in that stuff!Actually, what was he trying to say just now?Oh yes!

"I think it's better for you to hurry up and break through the holy rank. I just went through the dean's previous tutorial and found that after the sword spirit breaks through the holy rank, not only can you have the appearance you want, body shape, and become a real person! Everyone can see you, and most importantly, you can break the contract!"

"Break the contract?"

"Yes, the sword spirit and the master of the contract were originally inseparable. If the sword spirit stops working, the director will not be affected, but if the master is fatally injured, the sword spirit will bear the damage for the director... I suddenly realized that we sword spirits are so pitiful, err…"

"Speak the key."

"Oh, the point is, break the contract! Ahhh! Don't hit me, I'm trying to explain it clearly! It means that the sword spirit can unilaterally terminate the relationship with the master and become a free individual. I guess Bai Yuan should After breaking through the holy rank, um, he regained his freedom. No one restrained him, so he ran out to do bad things, I couldn't bear to look at him!"

"..." Mo Shao looked at the bald sword spirit who was talking in shock.

The poet chattered for a while, and found that there was no response from the other party. He raised his head in wonder, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

"You don't have a fever, do you? Why do you suddenly become so, uh, knowledgeable?"

"I have nothing to do." The poet shrugged, then exclaimed, "Look over there—"

Mo Shao looked in the direction he pointed, then shook his head helplessly: "It seems that we have to live in Ling Yuncheng for a few days."

In just a short while, Mo Fan "hooked up" with Ling Zheyun. The latter seemed to be helping Ling Lingcai to invite the young man here as a guest, but in fact?

There must be something else.Mo Shao curled his lips in dissatisfaction, completely unaware that his desire to monopolize the boy has become stronger and stronger...

The current head of the Ling family is Ling Wufeng, Ling Ling's father, Ling Zheyun's uncle, an early-stage earth-type psychic, and his psychic attribute tends to be defensive.

"Ling Wufeng is 39 years old. He became the head of the family three years ago. His wife died young. Besides his eight-year-old daughter, he also has a 15-year-old son. However, this son is an ordinary person. Several tests of supernatural powers have shown no signs of spiritual power. , but Ling Ling's talent is not low."

While reporting the information he found to Mo Shao, the poet followed the large army.

Although Mo Shao didn't say a word about Mo Fan's private decision to stay in Lingyun City, he felt that Shao Shao might be a little angry?

Are you right, Mo Xiaohei?

The black furball glanced at him contemptuously, but said nothing.

"Brother Fan, Ling Ling is very happy that you can stay. Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the famous sword exhibition will be held in the center of the city. Shall we go together?"

"..." Mo Fan didn't respond to her.

The colder he reacted, the more energetic she became.

It wasn't until the end that Ling Zheyun jumped out to mediate, and Mo Fan reluctantly nodded in agreement.

For some reason, just looking at the three in front of him like this, Mo Shao felt something was wrong in his heart.

"Jealous?" The poet suddenly choked out a sentence.

Mo Shao squinted at him with two-thirds of the whites of his eyes: "Fuck off."

"Just swear when you feel guilty. Xiaofan is right." The bald sword spirit nodded thoughtfully, and before Mo Shao lost his temper, he quickly changed the subject, "Ling Zheyun's father is Ling Wutian. Died in an accident before, his mother Fang Qi was a mysterious wood-type supernatural being, 32 years old, ah, she is still a great beauty! Mo Shao, do you want to see it?"

Mo Shao glanced at the light brain handed over by the other party. In the photo, Fang Qi was wearing a white dress, with black long curly hair docilely draped in front of his body. A feeling of elegance, calmness and calmness.

"Fang Qi lives with Ling Wufeng?" Mo Shao asked.

The poet quickly sifted through the information: "Yes, Ling Wutian had a very good relationship with his elder brother Ling Wufeng in front of him. Both brothers lived in the villa of the main house. At that time, Ling Zheyun's grandfather Ling He was in charge...but three years ago After Ling Wutian's accidental death, Ling He handed over the position of head of the family to his elder son because of his grief, and moved himself to the small building on the west side of the main house. It won't work."

"Perhaps he has a difficult reason." Mo Shao was thoughtful.

The poet wondered: "What are your difficulties?"

"For example, the eldest son killed the second son, and then hooked up with the second daughter-in-law... or something." Mo Shao said casually, and Mo Fan, who happened to walk in front, turned his head and looked at him with a half-smile .

Mo Shao was stunned.He snorted directly, and threw a blank stare at the other party.

The poet's whole body is Sparta, so scary!