2/1 god domain

When Mo Shao opened his eyes, he found that the sunlight was a bit dazzling, and his stomach was rumbling. This feeling of hunger was strange but familiar.

After rolling around on the bed twice, he finally regained consciousness!

What is this place?

The bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the soft king bed, the ceiling and the walls are all in a simple and refreshing sky color, and white clouds are floating in the blue, full of "childlike fun". He sat up and was stunned for three seconds Finally, he grabbed his collar.

I don't know who changed it into sleepiness. It's a very homely style, smooth and soft to the touch, like real silk, but it's not.

Chest, flat.

hand, no change.

Inside the crotch, little Jiji is still there.

congratulations.

In other words, his previous feeling as if he was about to die was actually...an illusion? !

It's a strange feeling, always feeling that something is wrong.

He lifted the quilt, walked barefoot on the cashmere carpet, and walked step by step to the floor-to-ceiling windows. This feeling of being down-to-earth and warm all over his body gave him an inexplicable sense of excitement that "I finally came back to life".

Outside the window, a large piece of green land is lush and full of vitality.

He understood, he is in a certain room in the underground palace of the Saintes Mountains?

Probably Mo Fan carried him back after he fell into a coma, but I don't know how long he slept for?

Why is Xiaofan not here, and neither is the poet?

What a cheat!

I went to take a bath first, took a shower, and then changed my clothes. Hey, where is his space ring?

Mo Shao frowned in confusion, did he accidentally drop it somewhere?

That's too bad, so isn't he going to run naked?

Forget it, let's continue to put on pajamas. Although it seems very uneducated to run around in pajamas and slippers, but anyway, no outsiders can see it.

Glancing at himself in the glasses, Mo Shao stretched out his hands and pinched his cheeks. This white and tender appearance is actually a bit pleasing to the eye, but he still misses his grown-up appearance very much...

Sudden--

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

This pig-killing scream sounded familiar.

Mo Shao turned around, opened the bathroom door, and stretched his neck to look outside: it really was that bastard poet.

"Shao Shao, Shao Shao, Shao Shao, woo woo woo woo..."

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

Mo Shao muttered something, walked out, and then froze.

This guy is a poet, right?It seems that something is wrong...

He is wearing a very kawaii panda jumpsuit, and the short tail behind him is really cute, um, his taste has changed a lot, and--

"Your hair grows so fast."

He clearly remembered that the little bald-headed and slippery one before, like a light bulb, had now turned into a vibrant rapeseed field.

After a pause, he added to the dull gaze of the other party: "The hairstyle is good, with natural curls and devilish hair. It reminds me of Xiaofan when he was a child."

poet:"……"

Mo Shao directly bypassed his little friend and walked to the closet. He thought it should be empty, opened it, and was amused. There are so many children's clothes. The panda suit worn by the poet has another set inside. He smiled. With a smile, I went to a set of childish baboon doll costumes and changed into them.

There's nothing wrong with being childish once in a while, right?

"Ah, Shaoshao!" After 3 full minutes, the poet came back to his senses, and his expression was so complex that it was difficult to describe in words.

Mo Shao saw that he was surprised for a while, and seemed to faint in surprise for a while, so he couldn't help thinking of three words: crazy.

"How do I feel, your condition has worsened a lot."

"Shao Shao!"

With a loud cry, the poet threw himself on Mo Shao, hugged him fiercely, and kept whining.

Mo Shao was almost suffocated by his strangulation, and finally slapped him down, pushing him away: "What's wrong with you?"

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

"..."

Mo Shao's heart skipped a beat. When he woke up, he really didn't think much about it. Since he was lying here safe and sound, it meant that everything had cleared up, and Xiaofan should have successfully broken through the holy steps. But... I don't know if he was assimilated by Mo Yufan's soul?

He pretended to be relaxed and didn't rush to find an answer. In fact, he was doing psychological construction for himself.

After seeing the poet come in, his heart was hanging in the air, and then he fell back a bit, but he still didn't ask, because he wanted to see it with his own eyes...

But now, according to the poet, he seems to have slept for a long time?

It's been so long that the other party's little bald head has grown lush.

"Well, I'm awake, I'm fine."

Mo Shao stretched out his hand, patted the other person's back comfortingly, and then asked in a very casual tone: "How long have I been asleep?"

The poet straightened up, rubbed his teary eye sockets, and said two words very awkwardly: "Guess?"

Mo Shao: "...Guess your sister, be dishonest, I don't think I will beat you to death! By the way, why hasn't your cultivation level increased at all?"

Poet: "..." Really, poke his sore spot as soon as he wakes up!Shao Shao is a villain!

"How long?" Mo Shao asked patiently, thinking, maybe half a year or a year has passed?Based on this calculation, the changes in the east and west continents should not be small, but I hope--

Xiaofan's current situation is not very difficult.

"12."

"What did you say?"

"Twelve years! One month! Three days! Another nine and a half hours."

The poet said bluntly, admiring himself sincerely, look, I remember so clearly.

When he looked up, he realized: Shao Shao was stupid.

He stretched out his hand and waved in front of the other party: "Shaoshao, are you okay? Hey, don't scare me, you just woke up, if you fell asleep again, wouldn't I be beaten to death by Mo Fan ah……"

"12!?"

Mo Shao had the illusion that he was about to faint, he just closed his eyes and then opened them again, 12 years have passed!

The words time flies, what a fucking fuck.

The poet looked at Mo Shao cautiously, and the more he watched, the more he felt uneasy, so why don't he go to Mo Fan quickly?

"Shao Shao, shall I take you to find Mo Fan?"

"……Um."

Mo Shao was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded, not just because of nervousness or something, when he went out, he almost fell, he quietly touched the position of his heart, and sure enough, his heart beat faster.

Not a good sign.

It wasn't until the poet held hands and the two brothers went out that he remembered that he was wearing a lion doll costume to go out, which seemed...inappropriate.

"What's the matter? Shaoshao, why don't you leave?"

"Tell me, what happened all these years?" Forget it, it's not a blind date, you should pay attention to your appearance and make a good impression on the other party.

"There are a lot of things, I can't explain clearly for a while, but let me tell you, the biggest thing is that your Xiaofan is now a very powerful character, it's about this." The poet turned his head and compared He gave a thumbs up, "The resources left by Mo Yufan have been eroded by him, and now nearly one-third of Zhenge Dongxi Continent belongs to him, so we don't have to worry about buying anything in the future. Yes, let me tell you, do you still remember the transaction we first met?"

"Joy?"

"Yes, it turns out that the power behind Yue also belongs to Mo Yufan, but now, it belongs to us too!"

"..." Why do you look so proud and take it for granted?

Mo Shao was puzzled, and when he reached the stairs, he realized that the poet did not take him downstairs, but turned a corner and went up to the top floor.

Hey, when was the top floor built?Well, it should be during the years when he was "asleep".

"There are also people from the Berserker Mercenary Group, who are here now...but they won't stay here for too long. Basically, they come here once a week for a meeting, and then leave from the teleportation circle. Except for the servants Besides, there are only seven of us."

"Which seven people?" Mo Shao asked.

"Facial paralysis, you, me, Bai Yuan, Mo Fan, and the owner of facial paralysis, a very cool guy, oh yes, there is also a supernatural person named Luo Qiqi from the heavenly medical department, he They were originally responsible for taking care of you, but now they are all having a meeting on the top floor..."

"Take care of me?" A subtle strangeness flashed in Mo Shao's heart. Can others see him?