2/1 god domain

"Caesar will come tonight?" The poet opened his mouth in surprise, he clearly remembered that the guy had already washed and slept!

"Probably." Mo Shao lowered his eyes and stared at the screen. He was looking for stand-alone games, and was going to fight a few more games with Mo Fan to regain the territory and earn back face.

"What else do you want to play?" The black-haired boy waited and asked clearly and calmly.

Mo Shao was stunned, raised his head, and fixedly looked into the smiling eyes of the young man. Three seconds later, he turned to the bald sword spirit who was sitting cross-legged on a chair with his chin resting on his hands, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. .

"Poet, come here, let's play Fight the Landlord!"

"……what is that?"

The bald sword spirit asked back in confusion, because Mo Shao said that Caesar would kill him tonight, and he was thinking about what preparations he should do, when he was called on suddenly, his mind was still in a state of half-rest, and he didn't react.

Mo Shao's eyeballs rolled quickly, and he explained vaguely: "A classic card game with a long history, it can be played by three or four people..."

However, there are only three people on their side, which is more suitable for [-]V[-], where two farmers cooperate to fight against the landlord.

"Huh?" At this moment, the black hairball who was sleeping on the sofa suddenly straightened up and moved over in a bouncing manner. Those shiny black bean eyes clearly said: Count me in!

"Then let's play with four of us."

The poet glanced at the black fur ball, thinking: This ghostly guy can even cut fruit so smoothly, fighting landlords and so on, it must not be a problem.

"Ah...then it's better to double-button it." Mo Shao thought about it and changed his words.

"Okay, okay!" Although I haven't played it before, it is also a kind of pastime to warm up my emotions before waiting for Caesar to kill me!Thinking of this, the poet's mood was particularly high.

So, in front of the white square table, three people and one fur ball, solemnly waiting for each other to take their places, and then——

"Mo Xiaohei doesn't have an optical brain."

"..." Mo Shao stood up and walked out without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked.

Mo Shao replied without turning his head: "Go borrow a Taiwan optical brain and come back."

Crowd: ...

borrow?It probably means not paying back.

After Mo Shao went out, he had a clear goal and went directly to Ling Zheyun's room. When he left, he happened to run into Caesar Ross, whom they had been thinking about for a long time.

The handsome young man with light blonde hair walked past him as if no one else was around, his footsteps were unhurried, his figure was tall and straight, and he was dressed in a straight white gold-rimmed uniform, which made him look extraordinary, like a lion patrolling his own territory. At this moment, he is completely an uninvited sneak in... a thief! ?

Mo Shao's emotions were agitated for a moment, and soon he followed calmly.

Ling Zheyun is not in the room at the moment. He is probably practicing in closed-door training in the practice room. The entire villa cannot even see a servant. As for the hostess here, Fang Qi is obviously not there either. Mo Shao speculates very unkindly: That woman may have gone to steal her lover.

Caesar Rose seemed to have known where Mo Fan's room was, and walked all the way to the door. After standing still, he knocked on the door with a characteristic style.

tuk tuk-

"Mo Shao is back?"

The poet stood up reflexively, and was about to open the door. After taking two steps, he slapped his forehead suddenly: he was almost stupid.

He had just witnessed the other party passing through the wall with his own eyes. He was so chic, which made people envious and jealous.

"It's Caesar."

The black-haired boy's expression remained the same, his mouth parted in a low voice, and he smiled: He really couldn't wait to come to the door.

"Take care of your Mo Xiaohei, I'll open the door."

He got up without panic, and closed the optical brain smoothly.

The moment he opened the door, the first thing the young man saw was the black-haired sword spirit standing behind Caesar Ross with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression on his face. His sword eyebrows raised involuntarily: What's going on?

Mo Shao shrugged helplessly and explained: "It just happened to happen."

laugh.Isn't this guy too funny?Well, jealousy is really strong.Not a good thing.

"Xiaofan. We meet again."

Caesar Rose looked down at the black-haired boy in front of him from a high position, and looked at the suspicious expression on the other's face, and a cold smile appeared in his calm blue eyes.

Mo Fan tilted his head and looked at the blond young man quietly, with the corners of his lips tightly pursed. After five seconds, he moved aside and welcomed him in.

"Tsk tsk, this posture... really looks like that."

The poet was next to the black hair ball, muttering softly, seeing Mo Shao bypassing the two uncles and nephews, walking towards this side, he quickly dusted the sofa with his dog's legs, and gave way: "Shao Shao, you are back Ah, hard work, sit down, sit down!"

Mo Shao glanced at him speechlessly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little nervous." The poet said weakly, holding his chest.

Mo Shao: "..." Really promising.

With a soft knock, Mo Fan closed the door and locked it, then looked at the blond young man with a calm face.

Caesar Ross stood indifferently, and looked around the room with sharp eyes without any trace. He knew very well: In this room, besides him and the boy, there must be a third pair of eyes watching his every move. .

Regarding the matter of Lan Jie, it took him a lot of planning to keep that memory intact.

It is not a big deal for Caesar that a disobedient chess piece was obliterated, but without Lan Jie, he will have more troubles.

Fortunately, on this continent, few sword spirits survived.

And as far as he knew, there happened to be a sword spirit beside his good sister, Helan's son.

How did the sword spirit in the middle stage of the Xuan rank kill Lan Jie?

It's a puzzle.

But he didn't pay attention to the answer.

Given the established facts, what's the use of looking for reasons?

What made him very unhappy was that no matter how dissatisfied he was with Lan Jie's behavior and actions, it was up to the owner to beat the dog. His little nephew directly got rid of Lan Jie without even saying hello. his face?

Caesar Rose walked to the white square table, opened the white table and chairs, and sat down Shi Shiran, with his hands resting on the handles, fingers interlaced, long pale golden hair falling down his perfectly lined cheeks, in the bright The sharp light is faintly refracted under the light.

"You have to give me an explanation for Lan Jie's matter." The voice was neither soft nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow, it was as pleasant as singing softly.

The black-haired boy glanced at the position opposite Caesar, but finally walked to the sofa next to him, and sat down next to Mo Shao. On his beautiful cheeks, the deep black and purple eyes were clearly showing difficulty in distinguishing between emotions and anger.

Mo Shao frowned slightly: "Don't secretly pinch my ass."

Poet = mouth =: You two have no morals, and you are actually flirting in front of the big boss!

The young man looked sideways slightly, and his smile was so gentle that it seemed to put on a mask: "What are you talking about?"

Although they had guessed in advance: Caesar might still remember the matter of the sword spirit.

However, no one expected that he would...

"I probably remember everything. Including the bloodbath of the Lin family in Fandisa City and the Kaloy family in Vicia City between him and Lan Jie, and the fact that he asked Lan Jie to assassinate Mo Zilan in an attempt to take the opportunity to blame the Berserker Mercenary Group." Threats to you..." Mo Shao's face darkened, since he left the Sword Spirit Hall, Caesar Ross can be called the most difficult enemy he has encountered.

The young man nodded thoughtfully, then looked at the blond youth: "I understand."

Caesar Rose has been observing his actions calmly, and seeing that he seemed to be communicating with the "person" next to him just now, he knew that the young sword spirit must be sitting there.

"Oh?" The blond young man responded meaningfully, waiting for the other party's explanation.

But Mo Fan shrugged like a rascal: "I'm afraid I can't give you a satisfactory explanation, because I don't know whether the blue cut in your mouth is round or flat."

Except for the sword spirit contracted with him, the supernatural person cannot see other sword spirits.

Of course, Caesar Ross knew this too.

"However, my sword spirit told me that your Lan Jie is very strong, and he is not his opponent. Therefore, if something happens to Lan Jie, it will naturally have nothing to do with my Shao Shao."

Tsk, Shao Shao?The poet covered his face and sneered.

Mo Shao frowned, stretched out his hand, and pinched the tender flesh of the young man's waist, helplessly, the other party's skin was too thick, even if he pinched him, he still didn't change his face.

"Moreover, Shaoshao also said that besides him, there is also a holy sword spirit named Bai Yuan in the Holy Land..."

"really."

Caesar Ross nodded slightly. He had heard of the name Bai Yuan from Lan Jie before, but the holy sword spirit appeared and disappeared, and Lan Jie happened to have an accident after going to the Mo family... He didn't believe it, Lan Jie's death , will have nothing to do with the boy.

"Ah...so, if you absolutely need an explanation, you should also go to Bai Yuan."

The so-called misfortune is diverted from the east, which is probably what it is talking about.

The black hairball glanced at the black-haired boy contemptuously, then sneezed hard.

Caesar Ross looked at the young man with a tense expression, and then pretended to be surprised and said, "You have already broken through the ground level." To be precise, you are about to break through the sky level.

He should give a compliment: As expected of Helan and Mo Zilan's son, it is really full of surprises?Or, should we act first?

In an instant, the atmosphere became a little subtle...