2/1 god domain

The architectural style of Ling's residential area is similar to the garden-style villas in Mo Shao's memory. The overall style maintains an elegant, dignified, and friendly American style. It is a single-family design, and the greening rate is as high as 65%.

"In the entire residential area, the environment is the quietest, and the most reliable security system is here." The bald sword spirit explained while taking pictures, "Look at how blue the sky is! Look at how green the water is! Look at the air, how fresh it is!"

"Look at this light bulb, how bright it is." Mo Shao stretched out a finger, and poked the back of the poet's head, with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph——" the black fur ball patted two paws on the "bulb" in response to the occasion.

Mo Shao was about to praise it, when he heard the little girl Ling Ling say in a delicate tone: "Brother Fan, your precious beast is so interesting, it can actually float!"

"En." The black-haired young man answered flutteringly, his attitude was really cold.

"What kind of breed is that? Ling Ling has never seen it before!"

The little girl held her heart in both hands, and looked expectantly at the handsome and indifferent side face of the young man, with a red patch on her face. She was already very cute, lovable like a doll, but her character was too domineering and self-willed. After Mo Shao confirmed it again and again, he found that he really couldn't like the little girl, and seeing her "sneaky" appearance, the revulsion in his heart soared instantly.

"Everything likes to use the first name instead of 'me' in Sao Nian, it is very unusual."

"Mo Shao, are you talking about me?" The poet covered his face shyly.

"See the clucking bird over there?" Mo Shao glanced at him lazily, pointing to a black-headed white-bodied bird twenty steps away in the direction of five o'clock.

The poet nodded, his small eyes were very blurred and confused: "Are you hungry?"

"It's a specialty of Lingyun City. It's rich in various vitamins and zinc elements needed by the human body. Go grab one, wrap it in mud and bake it in a fire. After it's cooked, pluck its hair and eat it with some salt."

"Huh?" What do you mean?He is not hungry.

"Zinc supplement."

"..."

"I think you're a bit lacking in mind, it's better to make up for it." Mo Shao smiled without changing his face, his teeth were white and even.

Poet = mouth =, how could it be so detrimental!

and--

Don't you think that kid Mo Fan should make up for it?

Hey, Shaoshao, you are actually still jealous, right?

But I, who is witty, will never say it!

The bald sword spirit laughed secretly, and then, he received two more chestnuts on the back of his head!

"Mo Xiaohei! You! Big! Master!"

"Humph~!"

"... I don't know if IQ and EQ can make up for it?" Mo Shao looked at the two thoughtfully for a while, then turned his head and looked straight ahead. The little girl Ling Ling was still trying her best to create a sense of presence. Mo Fan This bad boy was very unkind and didn't pay much attention to the little girl, but he hit it off with Ling Zheyun at first sight, and he only hated meeting too late!The two of them seemed to have endless words, and they never stopped along the way.

Looking at the slight smile on the black-haired boy's face, Mo Shao suddenly thought of the first time he met Caesar Ross.

There is an old saying: a nephew is like an uncle.

In fact, from a certain angle, Mo Fan and Caesar Ross are quite similar.

Thinking of this, Mo Shao's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Ling Wufeng and Fang Qi lived very close to each other. The man-made lake was surrounded by well-built lawns and shrubs with a faintly clear bottom. The two villas were on one side of the lake, with a distance of about [-] meters between them, making it very convenient to escape.

Mo Shao added unkindly from the bottom of his heart: It is also very convenient for cheating.

"They really have...that?" The poet asked secretly, with a malicious smile on his rich and wretched face.

"It's cooked." Mo Shao gave him an annoyed look.

Even if this kind of thing is true, it is impossible for people to grab it casually. He is just... bored and hypothetical. It is definitely not that Ling Zheyun and Ling Ling are not pleasing to the eye, absolutely not.

Because the guest was invited in the name of Ling Zheyun, Mo Fan finally stepped into the villa on the right, but the little girl Lingling still adhered to the principle of "my father is the head of the family, and Lingyun City belongs to my family" and never Followed with concern.

As for Mo Shao and the poet?Then there is no need to worry.

"I have the illusion that I have suddenly returned to the 21st century." After Mo Shao looked around for a week, he was deeply moved.

The architectural styles of Lingyun City and Luo Yinsi City both tend to be "archaic", just like the surnames of the two nobles, one tends to be ancient China, and the other is fond of ancient art.

Being able to see a kitchen full of modern style, furniture and furnishings full of Chinese style in the era when nutritious meals were popular, Mo Shao's favor for the Ling family increased by two points, what a patriotic family.

"Tea, or fruit juice?" Ling Zheyun asked. He had a handsome appearance, a thin figure, and a gentle and elegant smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

It is not difficult to imagine that this young man will definitely be a beautiful man who is so fascinating that he will not pay for his life in a few years.Mo Shao joked quietly, then turned and walked towards the memory wall on the right side of the living room. There were many photos hanging on the wall, most of which were family portraits of Ling Zheyun's family of three, and single photos of this young man.

"Just looking at the photos, Ling Zheyun looks more like his father." The poet leaned forward, looked left and right, and concluded.

Mo Shao chuckled, and pointed to one of the photos: "His father looks quite similar to Ling Wufeng."

When he said this, he suddenly thought of the sad pair of brothers Mo Ziqing and Mo Zilan. The word "brother, friend and brother respect" always seems too weak in front of interests.

Perhaps it was because he was so impressed by witnessing the brothers who killed each other in the Mo family, so Mo Shao subconsciously couldn't believe how good the relationship between Ling Wufeng and Ling Wutian could be.

"Indeed, it seems."

"Have you heard the story of Hamlet?"

"Mo Shao, you know, I'm a rough person, how could I know! Wait a minute, give me 2 minutes, I'll search..."

"Rough, human." Mo Shao frowned slightly. Some time ago, a certain rough person always liked to flaunt himself as an intellectual with culture and connotation.

Why did Ling Zheyun suddenly invite Mo Fan to stay as a guest?

It only took Mo Shao three seconds to think of the answer to this question.

On the one hand, the little pervert who has successfully transformed from the little white rabbit did it on purpose, and he had plans for the Ling family.

On the other hand, Ling Zheyun needs help, provided that he plays the role of Hamlet in the entire Ling family's power map.

"Mo Shao, I know who Hamlet is!" the poet shouted excitedly.

Fortunately, except for Mo Shao, no one else could hear his loud voice, otherwise, within three seconds, they would be besieged.

"Keep your voice down."

Mo Shao symbolically scratched his ears.

The poet nodded again and again and made a mouth-shape: Prince Vengeance.

"Ah."

"How long are we going to stay here?" the poet asked in a particularly low voice.

Mo Shao put his hands in his pockets, turned around, looked at the black-haired boy who was sitting in front of the sofa, sipping tea, curled his lips meaninglessly: "Ask him."

"Why does Xiaofan stay here?" The poet was puzzled and frowned. Lingyun City has a place that sells aircraft exclusively. If they don't want to pay for it, it's not a problem to steal another aircraft, right?Could it be—

"Let me tell you, your expression now looks particularly tangled." Mo Shao stretched out his hand, pushing away the face that suddenly approached him.

The poet first looked at his little friend with compassion, and after two seconds, sympathy and sighs flashed one by one, turning into indignation!

"Now I finally understand the true meaning of that sentence."

"What?"

"Everything you get will drop in price." He nodded solemnly.

墨韶张嘴欲言，舌尖舔了舔上腭，话还没出口，黑毛球已经非常有眼见地动手揍人了。

"Oh woo woo!"

"Shake M." Mo Shao snorted, and was too lazy to talk to him, and walked directly to the sofa. Since meeting Ling Zheyun, the communication between him and Mo Fan has dropped from full to zero. After all, there are outsiders Now, the communication between them has become very inconvenient, but it is not impossible, it's just...

Well, he doesn't like it.

Ling Zheyun is very talkative. He is young and knowledgeable. From ancient history to architectural art, he turned to some experience in supernatural cultivation. He and Mo Fan are both in the lower level of cultivation, and they are very close to each other when they chat. After that, it was almost impossible to close together. It was not until the little girl Ling Ling lost her temper because she was neglected that the situation had a "turnaround".

"Fan, I think you are tired today, how about I send you to rest first?"

"Ah."

"Brother Yun, Ling Ling is wrong, don't do this..."

"Ling'er, be good. Uncle doesn't know when you go out with me. If he can't find you later, don't worry about death. After I send Fan to the room, I will send you back."

"No, no! I want to stay here..."

"Tsk." The poet turned around again, and whispered into Mo Shao's ear, "This little girl is really capricious."

Mo Shao smiled noncommittally: "A wayward girl is actually quite simple."

"Hey, Shaoshao, is this the rhythm that you don't hate her anymore?"

"I didn't hate her at all." It's just that I didn't like her either.Irrelevant people, why should they be so clearly distinguished?

Hearing this, before the poet said anything, he saw the black-haired boy suddenly turn his head, and his gaze fell on Mo Shao.

"What?" Mo Shao tilted his head and looked at the young man. This guy doesn't think he has something for Ling Ling, does he?

The young man smiled and said nothing.