2/1 god domain

Mo Shao was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you... Mo Yufan?"

Finally asked the export.

God knows how long he has held back this question!

Mo Fan looked at him quietly, his black and purple eyes stared at him for a moment, then shook his head after a long while: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Mo Shao had the urge to grab the opponent by the collar and beat him up first before speaking.

"I don't want to lie to you. But I'm sure, I'm not sure." The young man hesitated and said word by word. The overly beautiful face clearly showed confusion and confusion, which did not seem to be fake.

Mo Shao sighed softly, this is obviously not the time to pursue this question, because even if he really beat the boy into a pig's head, the other party would probably still have this answer.

"Where are those colorful energy stones?"

"Ask Mo Xiaohei about this."

"Okay." Mo Shao turned his head, looked at the black hairball who was still pinching the poet on the other side, and shouted loudly, "Poet, bring your Mo Xiaohe over here!"

In front of the temporarily set up "court hall", Mo Shao crossed his arms and sat at the head with a serious expression. The "criminal" Mo Xiaohei was forced on the table by the poet to accept...trial?

This posture really looks like that.With a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he sat on the sidelines and listened. Although this trick of "directing disaster to the east" was a bit despicable, the effect was really good.It's just a pity for a certain one who is confused and hasn't realized it yet, and has been sold...

"?" The black hairball stared pitifully, looking at Mo Shao who suddenly attacked him, his small eyes were very innocent.

Mo Shao looked at it calmly, and felt more and more that this guy was just like the little Mo Fan from before, and he was quite good at pretending.

"Poet, let go of him and turn on the optical brain."

"Shao Shao, there is no signal here..."

"It's fine if it has the function of a WordPad."

Mo Shao nodded his chin indifferently. Language barriers and the like are nothing but floating clouds in front of caring people.

This time, he was determined to extract a confession by torture!

"I'm ready here."

The poet opened the writing board, and then brought the black fur ball to the light brain, with a deliberately glamorous and noble face, completely ignoring the black bean eyes of the deer spots!How cruel and cruel it is.

Although he likes Mo Xiaohei a lot, and thinks this little thing is quite spiritual and fun, and he hits it off, but!Shaoshao now doubts this guy, so he naturally has to stand unswervingly on the side of his little friend!

Thinking of this, the poet was almost moved to tears by himself.

"First question, what is your relationship with Mo Yufan?"

"Huh?"

The black hairball blinked in confusion, seeing that Mo Shao didn't like this at all, and turned to the poet who was also confused by the question, carefully stretched out his little paw, and poked the back of the opponent's hand, like someone who asked a guardian for help after making a mistake boy, what a—

The poet covered his nose, continued to play ruthless, and said in his heart: Emma, ​​you are so cute!

"Be lenient when you confess, and stricter when you resist! Hurry up and recruit, everyone will save trouble, worry and effort, otherwise, don't blame me for being too harsh later, if I accidentally smash you into meatloaf..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The corners of Mo Shao's mouth twitched, and he put his hands into his trouser pockets. He pretended to be nonchalant and glanced at the two people beside him who were trying to hold back their laughter. Sure enough, to extract a confession, you must have a partner. !

It's a pity that he made a mistake from the beginning. He is really not suitable for playing this mean and vicious role.

"Shao Shao, I think..."

"you shut up."

"Oh." The poet nodded with his mouth flattened.

Mo Shao took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and looked at the black fur ball again. When he was at the foot of the Santes Mountains, he felt that this little thing was unusual. They ran into them only after being chased after being injured.

At that time, he didn't think much about it. After all, just looking at the appearance, there is no comparison between the black fur ball and the piebald python. In addition, this little thing has behaved too harmlessly from the beginning, and let them squash it into a round shape. Neither resisted.

When it started to resist, Mo Shao found out, but it was too late.

At that time, in the animal training ground of Luo Yinsi City, the unremarkable black fur ball easily overthrew the imperial water beast...

In fact, there are many doubts, and Mo Shao can count for half a day on his fingers.

But this person has had a fatal flaw since his previous life, protecting his weaknesses.

The premise of protecting one's shortcomings is that the other party is one's own family.

Creatures that he regards as his own family are naturally worthy of his trust, such as Mo Fan, such as the black fur ball...

As it turns out, neither is a fuel-efficient lamp.

It's like a pair of master and servant.

Obviously he is the sword spirit of Mo Fan, but after careful calculation, the temperament of the black hair ball is more like Mo Fan.

"Xiao Fan, tell it." Mo Shao came back to his senses, feeling a little annoyed, and simply threw the problem to Mo Fan.

Hearing this, Mo Fan slightly lifted his eyelids, and his deep black and purple pupils suddenly turned to the black fur ball squatting in front of the light brain like a quail, and said, "Please explain everything you know."

The black furball blinked its eyes and moved.

Seeing this, the poet was almost dumbfounded. When did Mo Xiaohei become so obedient?Well, well, in fact, this guy will bully him as a "good citizen". Most of the time, it is quite obedient to Mo Shao's orders, but now it seems——

All obedience is probably based on Mo Fan's foundation, right?

Thinking of this, the poet looked at his little friend with a particularly complicated mood: Shaoshao, why do I have the illusion that we are so pitiful?

The black fur ball swung its two front paws and quickly typed out lines of characters on the writing board. The paws were waving so fast that the poet couldn't help feeling: Wow!So fast!No wonder he lost so badly when the two of them competed...

Most of an hour passed.

Except for Mo Xiaohei who didn't stop working for a moment, the other three didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was depressingly quiet.

Mo Shao felt tired and forced himself to close his eyes and fall asleep without standing up.

Although the poet is sitting in a well-behaved manner, he is thinking about some random things in his little head.

As for Mo Fan?Unfortunately, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Hmph." After more than ten minutes, the black fur ball finally stopped, and then looked at Mo Shao very dog-leggedly, his eyes seemed to say: I have been lenient for the confession, please give me some reward.

Mo Shao pretended not to understand the meaning in his eyes, walked up to Guangnao, and read it carefully.

In fact, when he found out that the black fur ball played a stand-alone game with the poet, and he could beat the latter every time, he had doubts: Is it possible that this black fur ball, which does not exist in the records of the rare beast system, resides in it? A human soul?

It's a little too clever.

Abnormal must be demon.

"Poet, translate."

Half a minute later, Mo Shao opened his mouth with a stern face, his face was so smelly, he almost couldn't resist throwing out the little thing squatting next to him pretending to be a good baby!

What is written on it?

It's a pity that he, who considers himself a "cultural person", can't understand.

The poet leaned forward wonderingly, glanced at the screen, studied it carefully for a while, and explained: "Shaoshao, this is a translation program."

When Hei Maoqiu was writing the program, he didn't think much of it at all, and was immersed in his own world wholeheartedly, so he couldn't find something wrong in the first place.

"Translation program?" Mo Shao raised his eyebrows, "Can you translate animal language into the common language of the Holy Land?"

"Probably." The poet tilted his head uncertainly. He claims to be a first-class hacker, as long as the content is different from the Internet, he can understand everything!But right now, he was a little bit taken aback.

There was Mo Fan first, and then a non-human creature. These two seemed to be more talented than him, so how could he calm down!

"Mo Xiaohei?" Unable to get an accurate answer, Mo Shao simply turned to "the culprit".

The black hair ball looked at Mo Shao with bright eyes, and hummed twice. Almost at the same time, a gentle male voice sounded from the optical brain, which can be said to have achieved a perfect simultaneous translation. What's more subtle is that the optical brain synthesized The voice completely overwhelmed its humming and chirping, the pronunciation was standard, the enunciation was clear, and——

It sounds a little familiar.Mo Shao frowned suspiciously, staring at Mo Xiaohei's furry face and those round eyes like black beans, flipping through his memories page by page, and finally turned to that day...

"Ci'ao! You are—"

"Shaoshao, you are swearing." The poet covered his face in horror, with an expression of disbelief, what happened that made him almost lose control of Mo Xiaohei?

After taking two deep breaths, Mo Shao tried his best to look calm, and then asked, "What's your relationship with Bai Yuan?" Ling... Because of that person, he had a strong impulse for the first time, wanting to break through the holy rank and restore his original appearance!