2/1 god domain

"Shaoshao, I found that you have been very angry recently. Does it mean that as your cultivation level increases, your temper will also increase... woooooooooooooo! Shaoshao, you are too cruel, right?"

"I find--"

Mo Shao hesitated to speak, looked at the bald sword spirit with his head in his hands, and suddenly sighed.

The poet opened his eyes wide in surprise, why stare at him like this?

"You really are a jerk, every time you beat you, you look silver."

"... Shao Shao, how can you slander me like this!"

Mo Shao turned his head expressionlessly, and glanced at the three who were still a dozen steps away from them from the corner of his eyes, a slight dissatisfaction flashed in his black and white eyes.

He is not as childish as the poet implies, jealous?Ah!Ah!He just couldn't understand Mo Fan's fake smile when he put on a mask.

The little Mo Fan I met at first was obviously a naive and heart-wrenching child.

But when he thought that one day in the future, the child he watched "grow up" would become the second Caesar Rose, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it was because of his unfounded worries, or maybe... maybe Shit!

But judging by the way the young man is now, he has obviously left his original simplicity and innocence, and seems to have become two completely opposite people.

"What are you looking at?" The poet carefully followed Mo Shao's gaze and asked in a low voice.

It is said that the authorities are obsessed with the onlookers, and the poet feels that these two are actually quite capable of tossing, oh no, to be precise, it is his little partner who is quite capable of tossing himself, although in the contractual relationship between the sword spirit and its master, the sword spirit is actually at a disadvantage Yes, but as long as you break through the holy rank, there is a way to change this situation.

In his opinion, among the three of them, Shao Shao is the most promising to break through the holy rank!Even the deceitful dean said that Shao Shao's talent is very high, and his luck is equally good!

"It's nothing."

Mo Shao lied without changing his face, just in time to meet Mo Fan's gaze, those deep and charming black purple eyes, staring at him without blinking, giving people a feeling of deep affection like the sea.

Not an illusion.

But in that deep affection, there is more of a distorted possessive desire.

He looks calm and indifferent. When facing outsiders, his smile is perfect and there is no flaw, or his emotions are indistinct. But in fact, people who really know him can easily find his true emotions.

For a moment, Mo Shao wanted to pounce on him and beat him up severely.

After realizing his thoughts, he turned around in embarrassment and covered his face: How could he become so violent?Is it really related to the skyrocketing of his cultivation as the poet casually said?

From the middle stage of the mysterious stage, to the end stage of the low stage all at once, only one step away from breaking through the heavenly stage.

During this period, Mo Shao did not rely on his own strength to find opportunities for breakthroughs, but--

Ever since he shared the miraculous spiritual power with Mo Fan, his promotion seems to have been influenced by the youth.

"Shy?" The boy's voice came suddenly.

Mo Shao turned his head and made a face at the other party. He obviously wanted to play the role of a gentle, courteous and powerful guardian, and slowly cultivate his own little master, but why is there such a big gap between the reality and the ideal!

"Shy you uncle."

"..."

Seeing Mo Shao hold back those five words expressionlessly, an obvious smile flashed across the boy's eyes: How could he be so cute?Even when he was swearing, he had the urge to rub the other person into his arms.

After noticing the subtle change in the young man's mind, Mo Shao resolutely made an expression of "I'm messed up by your wind of thunder", turned his head with a snort, and continued walking forward.

Nima, it's so cruel, the poet secretly swallowed his saliva, feeling sorry for him, why didn't he realize before: Shaoshao can be so... childlike?Well, childish.

"Brother Fan, what are you looking at?" The little girl Ling Ling kept looking around, but she never guessed that there would be an "invisible man" "seducing" Mo Fan in front of her.

As a matter of course, Mo Fan once again ignored the existence of the other party, while Ling Zheyun tacitly jumped out to brush up the little girl's affection for him.

After working on such a complicated "triangular relationship" for nearly ten minutes, the three of them sat down in the dessert shop next to the convention center.

Miss Ling Ling is obviously a frequent visitor here. As soon as she entered the door, a waiter greeted her with a smile. Of course, this could not be ruled out because he is Ling Wufeng's daughter.

Originally, this shop had a limited amount of special desserts every day, but because of Ling Ling, the three of them easily obtained the privilege: they didn't have to queue for half a day to buy them, and they didn't need to make an appointment in advance, which was extremely convenient.

"Well, this is the convenience brought by the privilege."

"...I found that you are particularly hyperactive today." Feeling emotional at every turn.

"How can there be!" the poet retorted.

Mo Shao twitched the corner of his mouth: "In the past, at this time, you would only think about which dessert is better, whether it can be packed or not."

The poet covered his face in embarrassment: Is he so ashamed?

"Come here, sit by my side." The young man stared straight at the black-haired sword spirit who was with Ling Lingqi, and transmitted the sound.

Mo Shao lazily raised his eyelids: Tsk, there are so many things to do.

The small box is very spacious. Mo Fan and Ling Zheyun both sat on a single sofa, while Ling Ling sat on a double sofa, so after Mo Shao and the poet walked over, they naturally chose a double sofa and squeezed beside them, anyway. In order to get closer to her "sweetheart", Miss Ling Ling sat directly on the side by the window, leaving the other side completely empty.

Unexpectedly, such a small detail would be missed by the other party.

"No." Mo Shao squeezed out two words very coldly.

"Good, don't make trouble."

"..." Ci'ao, this tune of coaxing children really makes people get goosebumps!

In the end, Mo Shao compromised.

He felt that if he didn't bow his head, the other party might say even more disgusting words. For the sake of his own ears, it is necessary to bow his head at the right time. Isn't there an old saying that "a man can bend and stretch"!

"You single seater, where should I sit?" He put his hands in his pockets, with an expression of "You're a meddlesome person", with his white and thin chin facing the boy's head directly.

"Sit on my lap." The boy replied naturally.

It's also because of the sound transmission, only the two of them can hear it, otherwise--

Poets are bound to boo.

But, when he really sat on the boy's lap...

"Shaoshao! You, you should be concerned about my feelings anyway! Hey, it's broad daylight..." He still booed.

"Brother Fan, what's the matter with you? Why..." The posture was so strange.

The little girl Ling Ling, who had been secretly watching the boy's every move, noticed something was wrong at a glance: This posture, as if holding someone in her arms?

"You talk a lot of nonsense." Mo Fan was finally born to talk to the little girl, but is it really appropriate to hurt someone as soon as he speaks?

Mo Shao disapproved and elbowed the young man, causing the other party to pinch him dissatisfiedly. Because of the cover of the dining table, it happened to pinch his buttocks, and Ling Zheyun who was beside him didn't even notice.

Even if Ling Zheyun found out, he probably wouldn't care. Ling Ling deliberately found fault with the boy several times, but he saw it, but didn't remind him. In his opinion, the more the boy hates Ling Ling, the worse the situation will be. It's in his favor, he doesn't want the partner he chooses to fall in love with the little princess of Ling Wufeng's family.

Soon, the waiter brought up desserts that looked exquisite, beautiful and seductive one after another, filling a table full.

"Which one do you want to eat?"

"Double skin milk and cheesecake."

Mo Shao glanced at the introduction on the menu. These two official names are very gorgeous and complicated. He directly used the simple expression of his own choice. Unexpectedly, Mo Fan understood it all at once, and took both of the things he wanted. Came over, and through the disguise of his movements, it looked like the boy was enjoying it, but in fact--

From a poet's point of view, he almost blinded his dog's eyes: Shaoshao is actually quiet, well-behaved and soft?Sitting in the boy's arms, being fed by that bad boy Mo Fan? !Come to Lei, kill him!He must be dazzled!Hey, why can't he eat it when he wants to eat it!Ling Zheyun and Ling Ling watched, he wanted to hide a little secretly, but it became a luxury.

As he was thinking about this, he saw the black hairball pushing a plate of cookies with rich milk flavor to him, then jumped into the plate with a whoosh, looked at him with a sullen expression, as if to say: Do you want to eat it?beg me!

go!The poet exhaled angrily from his nose, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred were beyond words.