2/1 god domain

Hearing the poet's news, Mo Shao felt a headache, a stomachache, and his whole body, including the skull, ached. Once Caesar Rose arrived, it meant that he had to consume a lot of brain cells to think about the problem again.

"Although his arrival has been expected for a long time, it's really strange that that guy actually came one night earlier than we expected."

Theoretically, all the guests participating in the Famous Sword Conference should arrive at around [-]:[-] am the next day. The relationship between the Ross family and the Ling family is not friendly. The invitation letter issued by Ling Wufeng has no reason to invite people here in advance, unless... …they had other plans.

"Shaoshao, then shall we go to meet him?" The poet secretly glanced at the black-haired boy with thin lips and tight lips. The good thing was spoiled, and the other party was depressed, but——

Really happy to hear, baa ha ha!

"Well, you go."

Mo Shao nodded, and was about to stand up, when the young man hugged him by the waist and dragged him back, he couldn't help frowning, and turned his head to look behind him: "What are you doing?"

"Just let the poet go."

"..." That's what he planned.

The poet winked and trembled all over, and said in his heart: I am a skilled worker. Is it really suitable for me to do this kind of errand work?

"You are not allowed to go." The black-haired boy Nong said softly, sounding like a spoiled child.

Mo Shao and the poet were very neat... The tiger's body trembled, and he looked at the young man in shock.

"Possessed?" Mo Shao asked with a smile, while reaching out to touch the other person's forehead, the body temperature was normal, it seemed that he didn't have a fever, he was just fuming.

"What's so good about that guy?" The young man snorted disdainfully.

Mo Shao was dumbfounded, and said dryly: "In terms of appearance alone, I can actually get a full score."

"You prod me on purpose, huh?" For some reason, he took on Caesar Ross.

At this time, is it appropriate to compare who looks more charming and dazzling, such a childish question?Mo Shao squinted at the other party, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: rebellious stage, secondary stage.

"He's your uncle anyway." His tone sounded extremely sincere.

The young man frowned, and his deep black purple eyes stared at Mo Shao for a moment, and three seconds later, he threw him down and kissed him fiercely.

Even though there was a distance of more than ten meters between them, the poet was still under a lot of pressure, tsk, listen, this fierce sound of water, oh my god, don't stimulate him, a lonely person, please!After all, Lao Tzu can be regarded as your powerful little partner, can you stop ignoring Lao Tzu's existence like this!

never mind.I need to calm down.The poet rubbed his cheeks expressionlessly, turned around, closed the door, and pounced on the sleeping black furball in the corridor.

"Mo Xiaohei, the two of us will depend on each other for life from now on!"

"Hmph..." What's going on, hurry up and take your medicine.

The black furball turned around, facing the poet with its buttocks, and continued to sleep soundly.

At the same time, the aircraft with the emblem of the Ross family landed in Lingyun City. The man with the highest status in Lingyun City received the young man with the highest status in Lingyun City as soon as he got off the aircraft.

Ling Wufeng is tall and straight, with a height of 1.9 meters. His facial features are resolute and hard, his facial features are as deep as knives and axes, and his complexion is a healthy wheat color. In terms of appearance alone, he belongs to the same type of person as Zhan Yunjue. But the feeling of being a literati reveals a gentle temperament.

The moment his eyes met Ling Wufeng, Caesar Ross's charming blue eyes showed a hint of a smile. The attitude of the Ling family has been ambiguous for several years, insisting on neutrality when the Ross family and the Donner family were fighting each other. Now, the other party invited him in advance to participate in Lingyun City's annual Famous Sword Conference.

This is an obvious gesture of favor.

It is also a sign that Lingyun City will favor the Ross family.

After receiving the invitation letter, Carlo Ross happily prepared a gift for Caesar for Ling Wufeng: an amethyst power stone worth 1000 million contribution points.

This time, it was the second time that Ling Wufeng met Caesar Ross himself. The last time he met, he was not the head of the Ling family, and the other party was only a 15-year-old boy. After five years, the other party seemed to have changed completely. It's really not easy for two people who are very old and obviously unfamiliar, but for various reasons, they can immediately have a happy conversation.

"It turns out that hypocrisy and smoothness are the characteristics of these nobles!"

The poet used his optical brain to record the situation at the scene while shaking his head with emotion. Recalling the first time Mo Fan and Ling Zheyun met, they could talk freely like old friends who have known each other for many years. Don't clenched your fists and sighed again: The inheritance of genes is really broad and profound!Another day, I will ask for advice from the facial paralysis.

Ling Wufeng led Caesar Rose back to the villa by the lake, and the poet followed behind them calmly. Ever since Lan Jie was killed by Mo Shao, he suddenly felt the pressure on his head disappear, and even the air became cold. It is extraordinarily fresh and comfortable, and the mood is also flying up.

but--

You two hypocritical mortals, can you get to the point quickly!Why are you talking nonsense all the time?

The bald sword spirit was so anxious that he almost had a diarrhea collapse.

He squatted until Caesar Ross went to bed, but he still didn't get any important news, so he was shocked, and he turned back like a wilted eggplant.

"Are you back?" Mo Shao was lying at the table playing games, and greeted without raising his head.

The poet's head was filled with white smoke, and he said weakly, "Yes."

"How's the situation?" The black-haired boy sat at the table opposite Mo Shao, and there was also an optical computer in front of him. The two seemed to be playing the same game.

The poet rubbed his head and sighed heavily: "Except for discovering that Caesar Ross had an affair with Ling Wufeng, I found nothing."

"Affair?" Mo Shao turned his head and repeated it suspiciously.

The poet quickly changed his words: "The two of them have a conspiracy." As for the specific conspiracy, he has not found out yet.

Mo Shao gave a meaningful "oh", then nodded of course: "It really is."

The poet blinked his eyes twice, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he always felt that he seemed to have missed some important information?He turned to the black furball who had been sleeping on the sofa, and made two low-pitched puff puffs, which unsurprisingly got a look of contempt from the other party.

"You lost." At this moment, the black-haired boy said calmly, his brows and eyes were curved, as if he had taken advantage of it.

Mo Shao puffed his cheeks angrily, accusing: "You cheated just now!"

"No way." The young man looked calm, and then smiled slyly, "If you don't want to admit it, you can record it first."

The poet stared at the two guys who didn't take him seriously at all, walked over in small steps, and looked down: Tsk, how childish!He is also playing fruit cutting, so whoever laughed at him for his lack of IQ!

"I said you two..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the two of them turned their heads in unison, feeling the pressure doubled, and their voices softened by three points. , you won’t say anything serious in person, will you?”

"I'm not the Emperor of Prophecy. How would I know what didn't happen?" Mo Shao shrugged, with an expression of "you must be thinking too much", and the poet felt guilty for a while.

The black-haired boy curled his lips and smiled, but asked Mo Shao, "Where is the poet standing?"

"You turned your head so fast I thought you could see him."

"I learned from you." The boy's tone was extremely doting.

Mo Shao was expressionless.

The poet shuddered all over, and felt goosebumps all over his body. He had an ominous premonition: the little monster was evolving in an unknown direction.

"You think too much. In fact, before you come back, we are not sure, um, whether Caesar still remembers about Lan Jie, but now it seems that he must have used some special method to keep his memory. .As for how much he still remembers, this remains to be verified." The boy rarely explained kindly.

The poet opened his mouth and looked at the two in surprise. Don't look at the sincerity of the other party's expression when he said this, but according to his shallow knowledge and understanding of the bad boy: Mo Fan is definitely not such a kind person.In other words——

"Stop talking nonsense, in fact, you have already expected it? You think I'm an eyesore here as a light bulb, so you deliberately dismiss me? Hey, hey... I feel so tired, I will never love again!"

"Twenty push-ups."

Mo Shao didn't change his face, looking at his little friend who was about to burst into tears, he spoke mercilessly.

The poet covered his face in horror: Don't be so heartless!

"Even if people don't have credit, they still have hard work!"

"So it's just twenty push-ups." Mo Shao looked at him with a smile, paused, and added, "Whenever you can beat me, let me listen to you instead."

"...a gentleman moves his mouth but doesn't move his hands." The poet dryly licked his lips and squeezed out a line that was not convincing.

Mo Shao nodded in agreement and seconded, "That's why I beat you up without doing anything." Then he gave a look of "Look, I'm so kind, Sao Nian should be content with it".

After finishing speaking, he turned to the black-haired boy on the opposite side: "You should get ready, Caesar should come directly to you tonight."