2/1 god domain

Qisha Liuhuo, a weapon full of mysteries and legends, finally fell into the hands of Mo Fan.

"Shao Shao, why did Ling Zheyun give us the sword so simply?"

"You can take him as a man who keeps his promises."

On the way to get the sword, Ling Zheyun persuaded Mo Fan twice more, trying to persuade him to change to another weapon. In the entire exhibition center, the weapons suitable for the use of earth-level fire-type abilities are definitely not limited to this Qishaliuhuo, but not only For some reason, the young man's attitude was extremely firm.

"Shaoshao, this aircraft, um, it's really good!" The poet sat in the driver's seat with a sunny smile.

Mo Shao nodded in agreement: "Things that don't cost money are really good."

Although they are not short of money now, the poet secretly got them a set of certificates, set up a personal account, and the contribution points in the account are a long list of zeros!But the problem is, apart from ordering online, they have no place to spend money.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is still the bad habit of being a sword spirit to do evil, and they are used to "reaching out for it". If they are asked to buy things in a serious manner and follow normal procedures, they find it extremely troublesome.

"That's not true." The poet retorted, "That boy Ling Zheyun is really a lavish master. Didn't he buy a lot of good things at the trading house of Fan Desa before?"

"Change the subject." Mo Shao stretched out his hand and patted the poet's head. Now he doesn't want to hear anything about Lingyun City anymore.

"Oh."

Then there was 3 minutes of silence.

The poet racked his brains for topics.

Mo Shao turned around speechlessly, and sat next to the black-haired boy. Ever since he left Lingyun City, this guy has been a little... not right.

He was really worried.

Will he be cursed too?

crazy?Silly?Still intimidated?

Just as he was thinking wildly, the boy suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Shao's heart skipped a beat, he stared blankly at the other party, pursed his lips, and asked, "Xiao Fan, do you feel any discomfort?"

"Yeah." The boy thought for a few seconds, then nodded seriously, "Yes."

When Mo Shao heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Where?"

"Here." The other party pointed to his crotch, with a very serious tone, "It hurts a bit."

"Crack!" There was a crisp and loud pop.

Hei Maoqiu gleefully covered his eyes and peeked. It seemed that he had been with the poet for a long time, and he had become extraordinarily wretched. His fluffy body trembled, and he swished away before the two parties found out.

"Playing hooligans is fun, isn't it?" Mo Shao stared at the other party coldly.

The young man held his head in his hands, looking like a pitiful little daughter-in-law.

Mo Shao: "..." This sense of disobedience rushing forward is really terrifying.

Ling Zheyun said that the Qisha Liuhuo was passed down from the ancestors of the Ling family.

Mo Fan said that the Qisha Liuhuo was once the sword of the holy-level supernatural being of the Mo family.

If both of them are right, then——

It is very likely that this sword fell into the hands of the Ling family after the death of the holy-level superhuman.

But such a thing...

"How did you know?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The original owner of Qisha Liuhuo."

Mo Shao stared closely at the young man's pretty face, feeling rather complicated. Perhaps things had already begun to escape his control as early as after they escaped from the Santes Mountains.

He didn't want everything to be under his own control, but this deep sense of powerlessness and oppression in the face of an unknown and powerful threat made him very uneasy.

The young man looked back at Mo Shao intently, and after two seconds, he reached out his hand: "Let me hug you for a while, and I will tell you slowly."

With his hands in his pockets, Mo Shao stood in front of him expressionlessly, kicking him with a special impulse.

It's a pity that when facing this person, no matter how strong his impulse is, it can always turn into a sigh in just a few seconds, and then return to calm.

"Go ahead."

He took two steps forward and straddled the boy's lap.

Satisfied, Mo Fan circled the person, resting his chin on Mo Shao's shoulder, his voice was cold and slow, very pleasant.

This gave Mo Shao the illusion that he had returned to his childhood when his mother read him bedside stories every night.

"Probably after we arrived in Luo Yinsi City, I found that sometimes I would have hallucinations and see some very strange pictures..."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Mo Shao pinched the boy's arm a little dissatisfied, how dare he hide such a serious problem from him!

The young man sighed helplessly: "Because those pictures are too real, as if I have seen them with my own eyes, but...except for hallucinations, there is no other abnormality in my body, I am afraid you will worry, I didn't say it at the beginning, I'm going to find a suitable time... But you always hang out with poets all day long..."

"..." Listen, why did he smell a strong smell of sour vinegar?

"Besides, you always like to treat me as a little devil who needs your protection all the time..."

"=口="Emma, ​​you are clearly a brat, okay?

"The original owner of the Qisha Liuhuo is Mo Yufan, the ancestor of the Mohist family, the saint-level supernatural being."

"Is this what you saw again?"

Mo Shao pushed the young man away, grabbed the other's jacket with both hands, and stared at the pair of black and purple eyes without blinking.

The meaning of doubt is too obvious.

When the young man heard the words, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes: "You don't believe me?"

"..." Mo Shao felt all kinds of guilty when he saw him, and was at a loss for words for a while.

"I was worried about this, so I didn't tell you right away."

"It's... a little... unbelievable."

Mo Shao said dryly, and licked his dry lips. He was the only holy-level supernatural being in the records of the Holy Land, such a special person, but——

In all the records, there is no detailed record about Mo Yufan. This legendary figure has fallen into the traces of the torrent of history. There are only a few simple words: Mo Clan, male, holy-rank superhuman , died suddenly at the age of 43.

Not even a single photo was left.

Simply, too unscientific!

The only explanation for this situation is that there must have been some high-ranking people who hated Mo Yufan?It was only after his death that he deliberately obliterated his existence and cleared the traces he had left behind.

But now, Mo Fan clearly called out the man's name.He even told him that the other party had used Qisha Liuhuo as a saber.

"At the beginning, I didn't think that the person I saw was Mo Yufan. Until the moment he was dying, the person who plotted against him called out his name at the end."

"That man is the ancestor of the Ling family?"

"En." The boy nodded, and at the same time turned on the optical brain, and called up a person's information.

Mo Shao turned to the screen: Ling Chengyun, a gold-type supernatural being at the end of the heavenly rank...

The information is very detailed and complicated. The entire fourth master, from Ling Chengyun's birth to his death, has relatively detailed records of everything in his life.

"The Ling Chengyun I saw was only in his thirties at the time."

"He looks a bit like Ling Zheyun."

"It's Ling Zheyun who looks like him." The boy corrected with a smile.

Mo Shaojiong turned his head and looked away with enthusiasm, the shock was too great, his brain almost crashed, after listening to the boy's explanation, a bold guess suddenly popped up in his mind!

"Xiao Fan, do you have any connection with Mo Yufan?" He hesitated to ask.

The boy froze for a moment, then shrugged needlessly: "Sure."

"?" Mo Shao looked at him nervously, and was kissed openly.

"He is the ancestor of the Mohist family, and I am the descendant of the Mohist family." The young man said with a smile.

The corner of Mo Shao's mouth twitched, and he almost greeted him with a fist. After thinking for a while, he asked, "What does Mo Yufan look like?"

"An old man in his 40s is not as good looking as me."

"..." This narcissistic and stinking tone is simply driving people crazy!

"He has been dead for so many years, and his bones have turned to ashes long ago. What do you think about him. Why don't you think about me more when you have time."

"You hang around in front of me every day, what do I want you to do?"

Mo Shao rolled his eyes, jumped up, and before he could walk away, the boy pulled him back.

The other party stared at him with desire and dissatisfaction: "Could it be that you want to find a poet again?"

"I have business to discuss with him." Mo Shaote looked sideways at the boy weakly.

"Isn't it the same to discuss with me?" Anyway, he just doesn't like Mo Shao always getting together with poets, which makes him have the illusion that he is the third party among the two close friends!Such a cruel thing is absolutely not allowed to happen!

Mo Shao reached out and poked the boy's deliberately tensed cheeks: "I'll tell him to change course midway, let's go to the Santes Mountains."