2/1 god domain

At 8:23 am, the opening ceremony of the Famous Sword Conference is about to kick off.

"It seems that Ling Wufeng's movement this time is a bit big."

"Shaoshao, why do you say that?"

"The Book Says"

Mo Shao smiled slyly, and handed over the "Detailed Atlas of Lingyun City's Previous Famous Sword Conferences", and the poet accepted it suspiciously: Will this kind of thing be written in the book openly?He thought that only the cunning bad boy Mo Fan would tell lies without changing his face, what "the book said". Sure enough, it is too easy to learn to be bad!

"Add ten push-ups."

"Ah! Why? What did I, I, I do?"

"The next time you slander, don't write everything on your face."

"Forehead……"

The poet squinted his mouth aggrievedly, then glared angrily at the black-haired boy who pursed his lips and giggled: Tsk, if it wasn't because you were hugging Shaoshao, how the hell would you be able to see me?How dare you gloat!

After receiving such a "fierce" stare, the boy still smiled, and the poet couldn't say anything—

Because Caesar Ross is here.

The blond young man in a white uniform walked over gracefully, causing countless people present to stare sideways, and even many bold and beautiful ladies stared straight at him, staring at him nakedly...

To this, the blond young man's reaction was very calm and indifferent. Those calm blue eyes looked directly at the black-haired young man a few steps away, looking at the sudden overture?After being slightly startled, Wuyuan walked over naturally and sat on the right side of Mo Fan.

On the left side of the boy are Ling Zheyun and Ling Ling, and the seat on the right happens to be vacant. Originally, the poet planned to sit secretly for a while, but when he saw Caesar Ross approaching, he jumped up and wailed mournfully: I really envy Shaoshao !

"Envy? Then I will change places with you?"

; Mo Shao asked coolly.

The poet froze, completely because he was frightened by the boy's terrifying eyes, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, I like to stand!"

"Ok?"

"Really! I feel uncomfortable when I sit! It's good to stand up, you'll be more energetic, stand tall and see far away, and you don't have to worry about the beer-bellied elephant legs..." Hey, what the hell is he talking about?

The more the poet talked, the more he felt that his mind was becoming a mess.

Fortunately, the boy stopped staring at him with that frightening look.

Mo Shao looked at his little friend dumbfoundedly, then waved his hand: "Okay, just stand."

Then he bumped the boy with his elbow and warned in a low voice, "Don't scare him."

"Oh." The boy's lazy voice came into Mo Shao's mind clearly, but it was a pity that there was not much sincerity.

After Caesar Rose took his seat, he didn't strike up a conversation with Mo Fan directly. He thought that the other party would take the initiative to speak up. After all, it was the young man who greeted him first, but in reality?He was destined to be regretful, and looking at the two people sitting on the other side of the boy, he suddenly understood in his heart: it turned out that he had some scruples.

Glancing at the poet who had already opened the information map and began to read it carefully, Mo Shao turned to the blond young man next door, and after a while, smiled: "Why do I think that Caesar Ross is also a brain tonic emperor? Hmm... ..."

"Don't stare at him." The boy muttered unhappily.

Mo Shao let out a snort, and burst out laughing, "Oh, it smells so strong of vinegar."

"It's good that you know." The young man responded brazenly, and couldn't be more confident.

Mo Shao: "..."

At 8:30, Ling Wufeng appeared in front of everyone on time and delivered a speech, announcing the opening ceremony of the Famous Sword Conference.

The VIP seat and the seating area for other guests were all polite and quiet, except for the discordant voices from Mo Shao and the poet, of course.

"Ah! Shaoshao, I finally understand what you meant just now." Bian Bing shouted in surprise.

"Oh." Mo Shao replied lightly, sitting quietly on the lap of the black-haired boy, previewing the introduction list of weapons exhibited this time, preparing to find a suitable weapon for the boy.

"It turns out that the Tangner family and the Ross family have always sent some insignificant representatives to the famous sword conference. This time, in addition to Caesar Ross, the Tangner family also sent their young master Peng..." the poet He was still in a state of being so excited that he couldn't extricate himself, because he found that young master Bruce Downer was a very attractive and handsome guy!

Bruce Downer, 28 years old, a fire-type supernatural being in the early stages of the Heaven Rank, with a strong physique, a tall and straight figure, full of charming masculinity. , the ice blue eyes are narrow and sharp, the bridge of the nose is tall and straight and the contours are deep, and the firm lips have a cold texture!

What the poet was most satisfied with was Bruce Downer's short red hair that was as bright as a flame!

"Shao Shao, look how handsome he is!"

"Actually, you've taken a liking to his hair, right?" Mo Shao hit the nail on the head.

The poet froze instantly: "If I hadn't shaved my head..."

"He was born, genetically inherited, and what you cultivated is incomparable." Mo Shao shook his head disapprovingly, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "From Zhan Yun Jue to Ling Wufeng to Bruce Downer, I have discovered it." , So you like the muscular bear man."

"..." The poet covered his face in horror: Isn't it?Why didn't he realize that he was so heavy-mouthed?

But in comparison, he who is a pedophile may be more serious, right?Mo Shao pondered while rubbing his chin, imagining what Mo Fan would look like ten years later in his mind...

It is estimated that it is similar to that of Caesar Ross.

After reaching the hypothetical conclusion, he shuddered violently, causing the young man to ask in wonder, "Do you feel unwell?"

"No." Mo Shao shook his head again and again, looking extremely calm, he turned over the introduction list in his hand, and his eyes fell on a three-foot long sword with a dark red streamer all over its body.

Qisha Liuhuo, a high-grade long sword, with additional fire attribute attacks, suitable for those with fire abilities above the ground level.

Regarding the introduction of Qisha Liuhuo, there is not much written in the information, not as detailed and complete as other weapons.

Mo Shao only knew that this sword had been kept by Ling Yun's family for many years, but no suitable owner had been found.

Its blade is three fingers wide and three feet long. Just looking at the picture on the information, it seems to be very similar to his red lotus sword. It is for this reason that he noticed it at first sight.

"This sword..."

"Huh?" The young man answered in puzzlement, followed Mo Shao's line of sight, and soon realized that it was very similar to the sword Mo Shao used, and according to the introduction in the information, this Qisha Liuhuo was very similar. suits him.

"Let's find a way to get it, shall we?"

If you go the normal way, Mo Fan must participate in tomorrow's fight and successfully obtain the qualification to participate in the trade fair on the third day. Well, there is one more prerequisite: the contribution points in the account are relatively sufficient.

"Okay." The young man replied relaxed and happy, not worried at all whether he would attract the attention of others after exposing his strength.

Mo Shao had already come to his senses, hesitating for a while: "Why don't you let me go with the poet?"

"It's okay. Anyway, we will leave here soon." Shui Nian shook his head. He didn't want to let Mo Shao take risks every time. Against the heaven-level channeler, if you can't beat the opponent, you can get away safely.

Furthermore, if conditions permit, he doesn't want Mo Shao to leave his sight at all.

"What about the treasure map?" They have already obtained several copies of the lost miracle, and they are going to take the opportunity of this famous sword conference to give it away.

Naturally, this gift must not expose the identity of the young man, and try to avoid arousing Caesar Ross's suspicion.

"Don't worry, I'll remember." The boy answered with a smile, and then pinched the cheek of the person in his arms.

Mo Shao stared at him speechlessly: "Take it easy, wolves, tigers and leopards are all gathered together!"

The young man replied very leisurely: "Anyway, Caesar Ross also knows that you exist, even if he sees some unreasonable behavior, isn't it just like what you said, will Naobudi find a reasonable explanation for me by himself? "

As for Ling Zheyun?He was even less worried, because the other party was trying his best to collect evidence, looking for evidence that Fang Qi and Ling Wufeng had hooked up, so how could he have the energy to pay attention to him?

Mo Shao turned his head and glanced at Ling Zheyun. Just as the young man expected, the other party's full attention was on Ling Wufeng. From time to time, he would pay attention to Fang Qi who was dressed in an extraordinarily dignified and elegant way today, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart: Actually, this guy is also quite handsome. pitiful.

"Shaoshao, I think I seem to be in love." Suddenly, the poet rushed to him and clenched his fists excitedly.

The corner of Mo Shao's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Bruce Downer?"

115 The Fourth Noble

"Bruce Downer?" Mo Shao asked.

Ever since his little friend saw the red-haired man, he had been staring at the man's head with sparkling eyes. Now, when he compared this horrifying declaration, the truth was immediately revealed.

The poet wrung his fingers shyly and nodded: "Yes."

Emma, ​​what kind of trouble is this picture of a cheating little daughter-in-law?

After a few seconds of silence, Mo Shao said expressionlessly, "I thought the season of flirting is already over."

He has seen many examples of "love at first sight", and it was the first time he found that someone fell in love with another person so strangely because of his red hair.

and--

"Do you know what the furthest distance in the world is?"

The black-haired boy moved his brows and eyes slightly, tilted his ears, and eavesdropped openly. In fact, he always felt that the poet was a bit of an eyesore, but no matter how it was, it was useful anyway. He got used to it just by looking at it. Mo Shao alone is enough, and now when he suddenly heard the word "love" from this sword spirit with a tendency to fall in love, he actually had a feeling of... gloating.

"I'm standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you?" the poet asked rhetorically, he had heard of Tagore's classic love poem.

Mo Shao put his arms around the young man, changed his posture, looked at his little friend, shook his head, and said calmly, "Yes...he is a supernatural being, and you are a sword spirit, but unfortunately your destined master is not him, but you It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to break through the holy rank in my life."

The poet came over, and looked at Mo Shao with an aggrieved expression, his small eyes were similar to those of a villain beating a mandarin duck, and after a while, he asked pitifully, "What should you do?"

"From now on, practice hard, maybe before Bruce Downer dies, you may have a certain chance to break through..."

A certain probability?The young man thought deeply about the deep meaning of these four words, and felt more and more that his family, Mo Shao, was getting worse and worse. However, it was just like this that he became more and more right with him.

"Ah..." The poet opened his mouth, turned around limply, and squatted in the corner planting mushrooms without saying a word.

Seeing this, the young man became more and more gloating, the corners of his mouth could hardly be concealed, but he asked Mo Shao pretending to be worried: "What should I do? The poet seems to be quite shocked."

Mo Shao gave him an elbow angrily: Don't think that you are pretending to be worried and innocent, I don't know that you are snickering!

He hoped that the poet would suddenly work hard because of Bruce Downer's opportunity, but unfortunately——

Hope is bound to be slim.

When Ling Wufeng came down from the stage, the poet had recovered himself like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, never mentioning the absurd thing just now, but——

He was still beaten severely by the black hair ball.

"I suddenly realized that Bruce Downer also looks like that. Well, he's not as good-looking as your little Fan."

Tsk tsk, just talk about it.Mo Shao didn't bother to expose him, so he turned his gaze directly to Ling Wufeng. As expected, Fang Qi, who was well-dressed and well-dressed, was standing beside him, playing the role of hostess, greeting the distinguished guests.

After having a detailed and in-depth chat with Mo Fan, when he looked at Fang Qi again, Mo Shao's mood had calmed down a lot, and he was not as reactive as he was at first, but it was an undoubted fact that he hated this woman.

"Let's go, let's take a look at Qisha Liuhuo's real body."

Mo Shao stood up first, with his hands in his pockets, ignoring the obvious "dissatisfaction with desire" on the boy's face, and walked in the opposite direction to Ling Wufeng.

The boy sighed helplessly, and then found an excuse to say goodbye to Ling Zheyun, but the little girl Ling Ling hesitated again and again, and almost followed, but was finally tripped by the "good brother".

In the deal between Ling Zheyun and Mo Fan, the latter did not include the content of obtaining evidence. On the one hand, it was because the family scandal should not be publicized. Although Ling Zheyun had made up his mind to use this scandal as his bargaining chip, he did not want an outsider to see it. Seeing too much suffering from the Ling family, no matter how much he hated Fang Qi, it was his mother after all.On the other hand, it was because Mo Fan felt that it was too troublesome. Obviously, it would take a lot of time to monitor the couple. He would rather save it and stay with Mo Shao and do nothing, and he was too lazy to meddle in the internal affairs of the Ling family.

So in this entrustment, to be more precise, during the transaction process, the boy did his best to be prepared to stay out of it at any time.

"By the way, I just thought of something." The black-haired sword spirit who was walking in front suddenly stopped and looked back at the boy.

"what's up?"

"In addition to the Ling family, the Tangner family, and the Ross family, among the four major Guizhou provinces in the Eastern Continent, is there another one?"

"...I don't know." The young man thought for a while, and then choked out three words.

Yes, the Four Great Guizhous, whenever the media or optical brain reports mention the Ling family, the Donner guys, or the Ross family, they will add one of the four great nobles or a super family in front of them. Prefix, but almost no one has delved into it. Who is the fourth nobleman?

This is so outrageous.

"Poet, go check it out." Mo Shao turned to the bald sword spirit holding a black fur ball.

"I can also check for you." The boy retorted dissatisfiedly, it was so childish.

Mo Shao ignored him, and continued: "Cheer up, Sao Nian, this is the time for you to work hard and play hard."

After the poet gave a pitiful "oh", he stuffed the black fur ball to Mo Fan, then took out the optical brain, held it in his hand, and started searching.

There were a lot of people in the exhibition hall, and Mo Fan was just holding a fluffy black fur ball like this, standing in front of one of the display cabinets looking silly, which attracted many people's attention: This boy is so beautiful!Looking at it again, I am even more surprised: it is still a high-level supernatural user with good strength!

Among the peeping eyes, the proportion of men and women is evenly divided.

When Mo Shao came back to his senses, he found that his person was being coveted by countless eyes, and immediately coughed lightly.

Mo Fan looked at his own sword spirit with a smile, and said via voice transmission: "Why don't you come on my back and we'll be invisible?"

The invisibility thing can actually be controlled by the teenager's consciousness. They also just discovered this. The first witness was the maid in Ling Zheyun's villa, and then Ling Zheyun, Ling Ling, Caesar Ross, etc. After being verified by many people, Mo Shao finally felt relieved.

"Who made you stay here? The Qisha Liuhuo is the display cabinet in Area C."

"I'm not, I'm waiting for you... you?"

"..." Emma, ​​listen to this innocent and upright tone, it's completely his fault.

Mo Shao raised his chin expressionlessly, trying to make an expression of squinting at the other party, but unfortunately, the height difference made him feel quite powerless and helpless.

"Let's go." In the end, this helplessness turned into even more frustrated words.

At the same time, the poet raised his head in shock and looked at Mo Shao: "Shao Shao, I can't find the information of the fourth nobleman."

"Ah?" Mo Shao was obviously taken aback. Mo Fan couldn't explain clearly, and the poet couldn't find out. Could it be that the fourth nobleman was a ghost nobleman?

Chick, he suddenly had the illusion of a chill behind his back.

After a while, he patted his little friend on the shoulder reassuringly: "Since you can't find it, let's put it aside and talk about it later."

"This is too unscientific. Is there a hacker more powerful than me in this world?" The poet put his optical brain away and kept muttering.

Mo Shao raised his eyebrows and remained silent. Perhaps it was not because of the hackers. After all, no matter how powerful a hacker is, he is not so capable. He can hide all the information about the fourth Guizhou, but it is well known and completely hidden by the world. It's not clear.

"Xiaofan, what are your thoughts?" Mo Shao turned around and found that the young man was lost in thought. After waiting for a while, he couldn't help asking.

The black-haired boy's eyelids moved slightly, his black and purple eyes were quietly watching Mo Shao, and he slowly expressed his guess: "I was wondering, could this matter have something to do with the Western Continent?"

Because of the existence of the San Andes Mountains, the only means of transportation between the east and west continents is by sea, but if they communicate with each other, they can use the Internet.

"Over there?" Mo Shao was slightly surprised. When he mentioned the alliance, he quickly thought of a person: Zuo Qingtian, and then another name came to his mind: Helan Ross.

However, I am afraid that they will have to wait until they arrive in the Western Continent to find out the answer slowly.

"Forget it, let's not mention this for now, let's go to the exhibition hall in Area C."

The weapons exhibited in the display cabinets in Area C are mostly swords, ranging from exquisite short swords to three-foot long swords, and there are swords of various shapes, even including heavy swords suitable for power-type supernatural beings.

Qisha Liuhuo is placed in a display cabinet in the corner of Area C, and it seems that not many people are optimistic about it.

116 Cursed Sword

"It is said that the sword has arrogance, what do you think, Shaoshao?"

The poet's entire body was lying on the display cabinet, which was equipped with a safety lock. If the cabinet was broken open by violent means, the alarm system would be triggered directly.

In other words, if Mo Shao wanted to steal the sword, he could only outwit it.

"The security lock here, I can fix it in 10 minutes, but—"

The poet straightened up, turned his head and smiled brightly at Mo Shao.

Mo Shao nodded slightly, expressing that he understood that even if the poet didn't take action, Mo Fan could handle it by himself. However, weapons are not collectibles, and they will be seen by others in the future. Tracing the root cause, it was found that they stole the Qisha Liuhuo from Lingyun City. If you leave, the problem will be more troublesome.

If you want to support, you still have to follow other people's rules.

The sword has arrogance, if you surrender it, you can own it. This is the slogan written in front of the Qisha Liuhuo display cabinet.It is also the only "warning word" in the entire C area.

"It is said that this Qisha Liuhuo was favored three times, but in the end, no one was able to take it away smoothly." A deep, deep and magnetic voice suddenly sounded from behind the three of them.

When Mo Shao looked back, a resolute and cold face came into view, and the dazzling short red hair looked extraordinarily deep under the refraction of light and shadow.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Downer."The other party took the initiative to say hello to Mo Fan.

The black-haired boy nodded neither humble nor overbearing: "Van Landis."

The young master of the Tang Na family, with his high gold status, makes him the focus of attention no matter where he goes. What's more, he is also a celestial supernatural being. However, the black-haired boy in front of him is getting After he took the initiative to show his favor, his reaction was flat, without a trace of fear or joy on his face.

It's really interesting, the red-haired man raised the corners of his mouth meaningfully, he would notice the boy first because of Caesar Ross.

As we all know, the Downer family and the Ross family are at odds with each other. Now in the territory of Lingyun City, even though they can greet each other politely with a smile, in fact, they all want to put each other to death.

Caesar Ross, this handsome young man, is often compared with Bruce Downer. He is also a supernatural being, heir to the four nobles, with the same outstanding appearance and extraordinary strength.

In fact, both Caesar Ross and Bruce Downer are very conceited. They hate and reject each other's existence from the bottom of their hearts, but they will divide logically. Use some energy to pay attention to the movement of the other party.

Caesar Rose's initiative to sit next to the young man obviously attracted Bruce Downer's attention. Immediately, he was surprised to find that the young man looked somewhat similar to someone from the Ross family.

If you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

He said that his name was Van Landis, and a sharp edge flashed in the red-haired man's long and narrow ice-blue eyes, which quickly disappeared.

Compared with his cold and tough appearance, he is actually a man with long sleeves and a good dancer. Within a few minutes, he had a good conversation with the boy.

Of course, this also includes Mo Fan's active cooperation.

As for the reason?

Mo Shao guessed it with a single strand of hair: it was not to sell the secret that both Caesar Ross and Mo Zilan knew to the people of the Donner family.

"Bruce, you just said that this sword has been spotted three times, but failed to take it away. What's going on?" the boy asked curiously.

The red-haired man turned his eyes deeply to Qisha Liuhuo, which was emitting a dark red streamer, and said slowly: "Because it is rumored that this is a cursed sword, and the person who got it is either crazy or dead."

His voice was low and scary, as if he was telling a ghost story.

Mo Shao put his hands in his pockets, before he had time to express any opinions, a small white hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and the owner of the hand whispered in his ear tremblingly, "It's so... scary... ah..."

"Pretending to be a ghost, is it fun?"

"Cough cough."

The poet withdrew his hand in embarrassment, a little puzzled: How come Shaoshao was not frightened at all?He was so scared that his back went cold and he almost screamed.

Mo Shao brushed off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "How can ghosts and snakes be so scary?"

There is another sentence, he didn't tell the poet, in fact, these sword spirits that others can't see are also... ghosts, right?

"Shao Shao, you seem to have a lot of experience?"

"Well, it's just a life longer than you."

"(⊙o⊙) Ah!"

"You look so silly with your mouth open. By the way, the lover of your dreams is standing in front of you now. Why, you didn't react at all?"

Mo Shao jokingly poked his friend on the cheek, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the popular man a few steps away. Bruce Downer and Caesar Ross looked like two completely different types of people, but they were both They all have one thing in common: the means are used to achieve the goal.

"You have been staring at him for more than three seconds."

At this moment, the boy's dissatisfied voice came into Mo Shao's mind.

Tsk, only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps. Is that what you mean?

"Then when you look at him, it's at least thirty times as long as three seconds."

"Although I look at him, I only hide you in my heart." The affectionate voice came quickly.

"..." Mo Shao turned his head with a distorted complexion, the expression on his face was extremely complicated, he seemed to have a stomach acid.

The purpose of Bruce Downer's initiative to talk to him was initially to test his relationship with Caesar Ross, but soon, he discovered that this unusually beautiful black-haired boy was actually very talkative, knowledgeable and talented. He was easy to talk to, and he even had an urge to recruit people into his hands.

Of course, the impulse is only a momentary thing.

The red-haired man still had his senses, and knew that the other party's identity was suspicious, so naturally he would not betray the young man, but he also spoke sincerely, which made people very moved.

But in contrast, the poet's evaluation is: true hypocrisy.

Mo Shao just smiled and said nothing, very happy that his little friend can no longer be seen by Bruce

Bewitched by Donna's beauty, um, to be precise, by his hair?

"If Qisha Liuhuo is really a cursed weapon, why does Lingyun City take him out for exhibition?"

After the red-haired man left, the poet pounced on Mo Shao in puzzlement and asked.

Mo Shao pursed his lips, turned around and left: "Either the red-haired monster is lying and bluffing people, or the Ling family has other arrangements, for example, looking for the legendary E"%" or something."

"The wind was too strong just now, I didn't hear clearly, what is the E"%" you said?" The poet hurriedly chased after him.

Mo Shao explained without looking back: "It's E"%", because I don't know what they are looking for, do you think I am a fortune-teller and know everything?"

"Where are you going?" The boy finally glanced at Qisha Liuhuo. In all fairness, this sword is very suitable for him now, but——

The words Bruce Downer said also sounded the alarm in his heart.

The other party is not so boring, and came to make something out of nothing with him.

"Is it possible that the red-haired monster also took a fancy to Qishaliuhuo and deliberately frightened us?" The poet saw that Mo Shao had just applied the nickname given to Bruce Downer, and speculated with great interest. Not long ago, he had been deeply infatuated with the red-haired monster.

"He has a better weapon," said the black-haired boy with a dissatisfied face, who was embracing Mo Shao with both hands. Because he was ignored by the other party, he directly caught up with the support and pulled him into his arms. A smile flashed across the deep dark purple eyes, and he was free to talk to the poet next to him.

In other words-

"Who is the Ling family looking for?" The poet asked back. Unfortunately, none of those two cheating things paid any attention to him, but the black fur ball jumped onto his head without interest, lay down and went straight to sleep.

Seeing those two ignoring him and walking forward, he couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Don't do this! This is obviously a very serious matter, okay?"

however--

Still no one cares about him.

Fucking life is so lonely, don't you agree, Mo Xiaohei?

After walking for a long distance, Mo Shao took up the weapon and told the boy the possibility he thought of: "Ling Wufeng may have got some clues about the Holy Grail." After all, the ancestor of the Ling family was also a member of the Knights Templar. member.

"Yeah." The boy lowered his head and kissed the top of Mo Shao's hair, "I thought so too."

"That's why Ling Wufeng couldn't wait to join forces with the Ross family?" Mo Shao muttered after pondering for a few seconds.

"I don't want to. The sun outside is nice, let's go out and find a place to sit."

"You don't look at other weapons?" Mo Shao turned his head in surprise, and saw the smiling young man, and found that the other party had turned on the invisibility function, and urged: "Let's go back quickly, don't be discovered."

Tsk, who can find out?Mo Shaote wanted to give him a contemptuous look, but he knew in his heart: the little monster has taken a fancy to Qishaliuhuo.

117 onlookers

In the end, Mo Shao failed to walk out of the exhibition hall smoothly.

To be exact, when they were about to close the door, they found a suspicious-looking woman in red who was led up the stairs by Ling Wufeng's entourage.

The second floor of the exhibition hall is a private area. Except for the important personnel of the Ling family who have passes, other people are forbidden to enter.

And that woman in red is obviously not from the Ling family.

The most important thing is——

"She is pregnant."

Mo Shao said with a smile, his eyes were filled with the excitement of watching a good show. In fact, everyone loves to gossip, but some people show it more obviously, such as poets, and some people hide it more deeply.

Ling Zheyun wanted to overthrow Ling Wufeng, it was not a matter of a day or two. Mo Shao had also thought before that the other party might choose to do it during the Famous Sword Conference, but if it was just an incest scandal, relying on the power of the Ling family, he would soon be able to Block the message.

That's why Ling Zheyun needs a senior hacker.

"Who do you think it is?" Mo Shao asked again.

The boy smiled indifferently: "It's not mine anyway."

That woman was obviously brought by Ling Zheyun, but Ling Wufeng's entourage secretly led her up, so things were not simple, either, this woman really had an affair with Ling Wufeng, or, this entourage had already been bought by Ling Zheyun up.

The Ling family's operating system is distributed in a tree shape. In addition to the people in power, the Ling's consortium also has ten other major shareholders. The ten major shareholders and the ten people hold a total of 49% of the shares.

If Ling Zheyun's ability is really that great, controlling those major shareholders, and he inherited shares from Ling Wuyun, it would be able to "renovate" the entire Ling family.However, Mo Shao was not optimistic about him.

"Follow me." Mo Shao was left speechless by the young man's relaxed expression, and urged directly.

"Of course!" The young man smiled and nodded.

Mo Shao, what is this unexplainable warm feeling?

The two followed the accompanying officer closely and walked up to the lounge on the second floor.

"Stay here, don't run around." The poker-faced entourage told the other party expressionlessly, and it seemed that he was a master who didn't know how to be sympathetic.

The woman in red held her belly with both hands, her expression was a little uneasy, she was good-looking, she looked like she was in her early twenties, her skin was particularly firm, her facial features were soft and pure, and she looked very affectionate.

After Mo Shao circled around, he reached out and touched his chin: "It looks like she's three months pregnant."

"You even know this?" the boy asked in surprise.

Mo Shao nodded modestly: "Well, I know a thing or two, but I'm not good at it."

If he said that he was all-rounder, he felt that he would blush.

Huh?Why is there no sound?He turned his head wonderingly, and saw that the young man was pursing his lips in thought, looking for something to do... It seemed that he was making a bad idea.

"I thought you would be very happy to praise me: Ah, my Mo Shao is so amazing!" The last sentence, Mo Shao intentionally imitated the tone of little Mo Fan's speech back then, which immediately caused the young man to look fierce. , directly pounced on him, and kissed him fiercely.

Mo Shao struggled symbolically, and simply let the other party suck his tongue. It wasn't until both of them were a little breathless that the boy backed away reluctantly, staring at him with burning eyes, and then She stuck out her tongue and licked away the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth...!

"Did you have someone you liked before?"

"what?"

What is rhythm?Mo Shao looked at the young man who was close at hand speechlessly, this guy is actually jealous again?Emma, ​​is this going to be a jealous jar?Looking at the dark purple eyes that clearly reflected his figure, he couldn't help but tiptoed, kissed the other person's eyelids, and laughed softly.

"Vinegar jar."

Big guy.

Although it feels a bit unreasonable, but... he actually thinks that this is not bad?Well, it's an illusion.

"..." The boy pursed his lips tightly, protesting silently.

Mo Shao was so amused by him that he couldn't laugh or cry: "I'll tell you later, now—"

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened.

The woman in red who was sitting in front of the sofa stood up nervously. After seeing the appearance of the person, a trace of joy flashed across that pure and delicate face.

She stepped forward a few steps, threw herself into Ling Wufeng's arms, and sobbed softly: "Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to come to you, but I'm pregnant."

Hearing her voice, Mo Shao thought it was very pleasant, and it belonged to the type that easily arouses a man's desire to protect.

If Fang Qi is a queen with a strong aura, then the woman in red in front of her is obviously a delicate little white flower.

and--

"I suddenly discovered that her hair looks a bit like Ling Wufeng's original wife."

"what."

Mo Shao looked at the young man in surprise, nodded affirmatively when he saw the other party, and then quickly turned to the man and woman who were hugging each other upstairs, his thoughts turned quickly, Ling Wufeng's expression at this moment, well, it was so gentle that he was about to drown him!

Compared with Fang Qi, this woman is younger, and it is easier to get the pity of men, she can act like a baby, and she can rely on men, but there is one point, she has lost more thoroughly: she is not a supernatural person, but Ling Wufeng obviously doesn't mind.

Although the men of the Ling family can't be half-hearted, hug left and right, but that's just a rule, dead, engraved in the dogma, hung on the wall, how much influence can it really have?or because