2/1 god domain

"Of course, I can't see it, you haven't broken through the holy rank yet!"

After the poet giggled twice, he patted Mo Shao on the shoulder, and the moment he turned his head, a trace of worry flashed across his face, that Luo Qiqi is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Mo Shao asked suspiciously: "Then how did he take care of me?"

Intuitively, there was a hint of bad feeling in my heart.

"He is a scientific researcher of SR. He has done a lot of research on the spirit body. He has developed a spirit body tester that can detect the infrared sensor of the sword spirit. Shaoshao, after you are unconscious, at the beginning, there is no breath, just like... "

"Like dead?"

"Basically, Mo Fan was very anxious at that time, but he insisted that you were still alive and would wake up, so he placed you in the palace. Later, it was not until Lu Qiqi appeared that he researched a potion, and then he let you go back to the palace. He regained his breath, but he said, when you wake up, you can only depend on God's will."

"..."

Mo Shao habitually wanted to put his hands in his trouser pockets, but suddenly realized that this lion doll costume had no pockets, it was a scam.

The poet rubbed his nose. For the past 12 years, besides staying by Mo Shao's bed every day, he was pulled by Bai Yuan to be a strong man and help him. Sword Spirit's hack, but with the appearance of Luo Qiqi, the situation has changed again.

Although he didn't like Lu Qiqi's words, he had to admit that he was a talent, oh no, it was a ghost!Especially pharmaceutical research.

Even the facial paralysis said that if it wasn't for Rocky, Shaoshao might not be able to wake up again...

"They are in a meeting now, and we sneak in."

"Why did you do it secretly?"

"This, you will know later..."

Although 12 years have passed since he closed his eyes and opened them again, but now he looks at the poet's cunning appearance, why does he feel that time is still stuck in yesterday?

Well, it's all to blame on this guy, he hasn't made any progress at all!

"Why does it look like a dog hole?"

The poet turned his head, looked at Mo Shao excitedly, and nodded fiercely: "Yes, I thought so too at the beginning, but Bai Yuan said that the material is limited, so the door can only be made that big..."

Mo Shao pursed his lips, nodded, and said in his heart: There are still some changes. For example, in the past, poets would not directly call Bai Yuan's name, and the three words Mo Xiaohei seem to have completely changed with the passage of time. Annihilated in the torrent called "Yesterday".

There are many people in the conference hall.

This number is relatively speaking. In Mo Shao's memory, there were usually no more than five people sitting with them in the past, but now, it is more than ten times five. Many people are unknown to him. Yes, in an era when technology is so advanced, it is enough to hold an online meeting directly, but I have to get together in person...

It's boring.

"Shao Shao, let's walk."

"What are you bending over for?"

"Let's sneak over and scare them."

"..."

Mo Shao's eyelids twitched, how familiar the rhythm is, looking at the poet, he actually had the urge to cry, this must be the 12 years that God took pity on him and made it up for him.

As soon as he stepped out with his left foot and was about to pull the poet back, a scorching gaze suddenly fell on him. The heat that almost melted made Mo Shao sneez hard. An extremely handsome man with extremely cold facial features and deep facial features. He has a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples, and black-purple eyes that are as dazzling as stars...

Wait a moment!Black purple? !

Mo Shao, could it be what he thought?

Seeing him standing there stupidly in a daze, the man stood up and walked over step by step from the front seat of the conference table. In an instant, the surroundings became quiet, and time seemed to be frozen.

Emma, ​​this guy is so tall!

Mo Shao struggled to make a visual inspection, it was 1.9 meters, right?

The man was wearing a well-tailored black formal suit, which made his figure extraordinarily tall and straight. The black boots were only on the smooth floor that could be used as a mirror, giving off a steady and powerful echo, again and again, stimulating Mo Shao's heart. He subconsciously , There is an urge to turn around and run.

Before this impulse turned into action, the man had already walked in front of him.

Then--

A very sad thing happened.

He found that his height only reached the opponent's... below the waist.

"You're finally awake," the man said.

The voice is deep and sweet, with a charming magnetism, very sexy, like a pot of old wine.

Inexplicably, it hit Mo Shao's cute spot.

He used to think that he preferred a limp young lady like little Mo Fan. Although Mo Fan was very beautiful in his youth, he was once "disgusted" by him, but now--

The tall man in front of him, so tall that he felt hurt his self-esteem, and very handsome and charming, seemed to be Xiao Fan in his memory?

This cognition made Mo Shao suddenly have an illusion of heaven and earth falling apart.

He looked up, feeling a little sore in his neck.

Before he could answer, the man had already leaned over and hugged him...

"Ah!!!" The poet yelled and covered his face: God, he hasn't seen such a "human side" of Mo Fan for a long time, but there seems to be something wrong?

Mo Shao: "Can you change your posture?"

This feeling of a father hugging his son, especially when he is still wearing a ridiculous doll costume, he... wants to cry.

"The meeting is adjourned." The man turned around, paused for a second, and dropped two words very simply. After that, he swaggered open the door of the conference hall and left.

Leaving a bunch of poor subordinates looking at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do next...

"Are you hungry?"

"..."

"Why, not happy?"

"……No."

Mo Shao shook his head, just feeling a little weird. Looking at the man's face, he suddenly realized that 12 years had indeed passed, but--

"Are you really Xiaofan?"

After asking the question, he felt a little stupid.

Besides Mo Fan, who else could capture his position so accurately?

The man seemed to be amused by him, and let out an extremely low chuckle from his throat, his heart was itching from the laughter, and in the posture of being hugged by the other party, he inserted his hand into the man's hair, which was as black as ink The hair is soft and smooth, and feels very good to the touch. In fact, if you look closely, you can easily see the traces of the past on this face...

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking... you are so handsome."

Mo Shao grinned at the corner of his mouth and smiled.

The man stopped suddenly, pressed him directly on the handrail of the stairs, lowered his head, and kissed him hard.

The kiss was as fierce as a beast biting, and Mo Shao almost suffocated the kiss. He cooperated almost docilely, allowing the man's domineering and powerful long tongue to swim in his mouth. Hugging the other party's neck tightly, time seems to have returned to the past...

After a while, the man backed out panting softly, resting his chin on his shoulder, and let out a pleasant chuckle.

Mo Shao thought, for him, the past 12 years were just a concept of sleeping without the slightest pain, but for the living, it was suffering.

When he woke up, especially when he learned from the poet that time has passed for so long and the whole world has almost undergone earth-shaking changes, his inner discord was so strong that he could hardly support his body.

Fortunately, many things have changed, and some people have not.

"Why do you seem to have been abstinent for hundreds of years?" Mo Shao muttered cheerfully.

The man nodded nervously: "Well, it's 12 years."

Tsk tsk, it sounded like he was aggrieved.

Mo Shao thought about it seriously, reached out and patted the man's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Comrade, you have worked hard."

Meanwhile, the conference room.

After a long period of shock, everyone finally realized that Van Landis, who normally would never let others see even a trace of superfluous expression, just... smiled.

And the important monthly meeting was canceled by the boss who seemed suddenly out of his mind less than half an hour after it was held.

Well, what the hell!

134 Something is wrong

What should we do after reuniting after a long absence?

Eat, karaoke, soak in hot springs!

This was Mo Shao's answer. A long, long time ago, he would indeed do this.

But now—

kitchen.

"When did you learn cooking?"

"When you're sleeping...chocolate, taro, strawberry, which one do you want?"

"Can I choose all?"

"of course."

hehe.Mo Shao silently complained to himself from the bottom of his heart, feeling like "the son stayed aside and watched his father cook and make cakes".

10 minutes ago, the man asked him: Are you hungry?

He said: The hungry can swallow a cow!

Then--

They get to the kitchen.

The mood was very complicated, Mo Shao lowered his head, rolled the noodles with chopsticks, rolled them well, stuffed them into his mouth, and then took another bite of the cauliflower, this bowl of delicious three fresh noodles was made by Mo Fan himself of.

He disliked the lack of appearance of nutritious meals, and refused to eat them anyway.

In the end, the man didn't say anything, and cooked the food himself.

Seeing that man dressed neatly and solemnly, but wearing an apron, earnestly kneading flour and eggs... Mo Shao couldn't help feeling that "Emma did too much evil".

This man, who was supposed to be the proud son of heaven, had a bunch of servants to serve him, instead of wronging himself like this... Ahhh!What is he thinking?

Even after 12 years, Mo Fan is still Mo Fan, the person in his memory who made him feel distressed and moved his heart.

"I just……"

"Ok?"

"I almost didn't recognize you."

"Heh..." the man chuckled.

Mo Shao was a little annoyed, why are you laughing!For any normal person, the boy who was still in the memory of the day before turned into a mature man in a blink of an eye, and he can recognize him at a glance!But then again, it's like, well, it didn't take him long to come to terms with this incredible fact.

"By the way, you just left just now, wouldn't it be too good?"

"No." A determined tone.

Mo Shao licked his lips, put down his chopsticks, walked over, gestured again, and——

"Am I getting shorter?"

He remembered that when he walked with the poet before, he seemed to be about the same height as the other party, but he was clearly taller than the poet before!

The man lowered his head, gave him a gentle look, and said, "It's okay, I won't mind."

"...I don't mind!"

Mo Shao, back then, he was a 1.8 meter Gentleman, with good body and appearance!One accidentally wore it for 3000 years, and his body shrank greatly... He thought that as long as he broke through the holy rank, he would be able to return to his original state, but unfortunately, he found that his cultivation had fallen back to the mysterious rank again. mid term!

The most frustrating thing is that his height will also shrink!

Will one day, when he wakes up, find that he has turned into a little baby who can only chatter?

Thinking of that possibility, Mo Shao shivered with a terrible cold.

"Ask Bai Yuan later, he should be able to help you." The man pondered for two seconds, then said, "Didn't you just say that you can swallow a cow if you are hungry? You haven't finished your noodles yet."

"Well, not very appetizing."

"Okay, I will improve next time."

"..." Oh my god, can you stop being so gentle, I feel so guilty!

Mo Shao covered his face, this kind of visual sense of parent-child dialogue... Let the thunder strike him to death!

"Puff puff——" Suddenly, a panda head popped out of the kitchen door, and the poet stretched his neck furtively, beckoning to Mo Shao, gesturing him to come over.

Mo Shao hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the man: "The poet called me, I'll go over there."

"Well, let's go." The man smiled and nodded.

Seeing this, the poet breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Mo Fan would not let him go easily, it seems that he was too narrow-minded, um, did he really think too much?wow

Who said he was narrow-minded! ?

Obviously that guy is so insidious!In front of Shaoshao of their family, he looked like a peerless good man who was smiling and negotiable in everything. In a blink of an eye, Emma shot over with that look like a knife, scaring him so much that he almost peed on his pants!

terrifying.

The poet secretly swallowed his saliva, quickly turned his head away, and said in his heart: Chi, how stingy!Shao Shao is not yours alone! "

"What are you looking for?" Mo Shao walked up to the poet, made a secret comparison, and discovered an even more terrifying fact!He seems to be a few centimeters shorter than the poet!Fuck, I can't calm down now! "Are you wearing high heels?"

"...No." Isn't that what women only wear?

"Lift up, let me check." Mo Shao didn't believe in evil, before——

Well, when he took a shower, he wore slippers...

The panda suit on the poet is one-piece, so no shoes are needed.

To sum it up: he really shrank again!

"Shaoshao, what's the matter with you?" The poet was worried, oh my god, he just woke up, and he looks like he's going to faint again!

"Quick, take me to find Bai Yuan."

"Oh, it just so happens that Bai Yuan is also looking for you. But he is too timid to come to you..."

"..." So, I sent you, the cannon fodder, over here.

Mo Shao added silently from the bottom of his heart, and followed the poet without any psychological burden, leaving someone alone in the kitchen, but what he didn't realize was that just as they left, someone followed behind.

However, the difference in strength between them is too great now, and the other party deliberately hides their aura, so that he has not discovered it.

First floor, research room.

When Mo Shao followed the poet and pushed the door in, it was obvious that there was not only Bai Yuan in there, but also a handsome boy in his early twenties who looked very cruel. The feeling is indeed like this: cold!

He was wearing a black uniform modified from a military uniform, and he was wearing a pair of high-top horse boots. His long black hair was as smooth as satin and fell naturally around his waist. His facial features were very delicate, his skin was very fair, and he wore a pair of black leather gloves on his hands. Because he has a paralyzed facial expression towards everyone, and the narrow and long phoenix eyes are so cold that people can't see a trace of emotion, so when people see him for the first time, the first feeling that pops into their minds is often: This guy is so cool!

And then: Hey, you're quite a boy!

"Shao Shao, that's Yu Ji, the master of the contract with a paralyzed face."

"Yu Ji?"

"Yuji!"

"……Oh."

Mo Shao nodded, and said in his heart: Actually, the name Yu Ji is more suitable for that person.

The eyes quickly turned away from Yu Ji's little white face, and fell on his side, a black-haired boy in white casual clothes with a cold expression, that was facial paralysis, this guy had a pretty appearance, but he lived up to his name, In addition to being more interested in medicine, his greatest hobby was fighting with poets.

At that time in the Sword Spirit Hall, the evil trio was the existence that caused the old dean to struggle with both headaches.

"Shaoshao, do you think that facial paralysis is quite similar to his family's evaluation?"

"Hmm." The big and small have facial paralysis, it's strange that they don't look like it.

Mo Shao smiled noncommittally, and then looked at the man on the right side of Bai Yuan. He was also a young man in his early twenties. He was wearing a white coat. The contradictory aura of it is very... conspicuous.

"He is Luo Qiqi, a supernatural being of the Heavenly Medical Department. He moved in four years ago."

Following Mo Shao's line of sight, the poet explained in a low voice that he actually doesn't like that guy Lukic very much. After careful calculation, there seems to be no special reason.

Anyway, I just don't like it.

Too willful.

"Shaoshao, come here, let my brother give you a hug." The man whose evidence sounds very frivolous is none other than Bai Yuan.

So far, Mo Shao still clearly remembers that when he saw Bai Yuan for the first time in the Mo family, the peerless feeling on the other party was like a heaven and a man... In the blink of an eye, it was fragmented and turned into a wave. The breath of an old rascal.

I really answered that sentence: Time is a knife that kills pigs!

However, 12 years passed by, and Bai Yuan was still exactly the same as he remembered.

"Hey! Don't play hooligans with my Shaoshao!" The poet glared at Bai Yuan anxiously, "Be careful that Mo Fan beats your uncle to death!"

Bai Yuan frowned: "Okay, I'll play a hooligan on you, is that okay?" The poet rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Mo Shao pursed his lips, and greeted the paralyzed face. After the two looked at each other tacitly, he sat across from Bai Yuan, and cut straight to the point: "After waking up, I seem to have become shorter."

135 It is said that there is an antidote

"Ah... that's why I called you over."

There was a fox-like sly smile on Bai Yuan's face, he said, and waved to Mo Shao again, the gesture was like greeting a small pet.

Mo Shao ignored him, sat opposite him, and said, "Can we talk now?"

"actually--"

Bai Yuan rubbed his chin, keenly aware that there was one more person in the laboratory, but looking at the appearance of other people, he obviously didn't notice it, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. Isn't he afraid to "watch people closely" like this? People scared away?

Forget it, it's none of his business anyway.

"Actually what?"

Mo Shao waited for five seconds, but he couldn't help urging him before he got to the next sentence.

Bai Yuan came back to his senses, a pair of energetic eyes stared closely at the little guy wearing a lion doll opposite him, and suddenly thought: Hey, this look is pretty cute too!

"The real reason for your coma is because you have too much spiritual power in your body, which exceeds the load."

"..."

Mo Shao pursed his lips. He clearly remembered that before Mo Fan broke through to the holy rank, he once sensed the continuous loss of spiritual power, and there was some discrepancy between what Bai Yuan said.

Bai Yuan curled his lips, and continued: "In the beginning, we couldn't help. It wasn't until later, when the facial paralysis and Yu Ji came to the door, that the situation improved a little."

Facial Paralysis has researched a potion that can consume a lot of spiritual power in a short period of time.

After An Shao used that potion, his body recovered, but he still fell into a coma.

Until four years ago, the paralyzed man accidentally discovered Luo Qiqi, a supernatural being from the Department of Medicine.

Originally, he planned to ask Yunxi for help, but Yunxi has not broken through the heavenly rank so far, but Luo Qiqi also has a lot of experience in spiritual body research, and Mo Fan himself holds shares in SR, so he used In the name of the shareholder, I approached Lokic and explained that the other party would help.

"Lockic and Facial Paralysis worked together and worked hard to finally develop a high-quality medicine that suits you, but..."

Under normal circumstances, but the following content is not a good thing.

An Shao couldn't help but frowned, and sure enough——

"However, the medicine has a small side effect."

"..." With such a mean tone, one couldn't help but want to slap him.

"But you don't need to worry. We have already prepared an 'antidote'. As long as you take it on time for a period of time, you will soon recover your spiritual power, and you may even directly break through to the holy rank. Isn't it worth a surprise?"

"..."

"Shao Shao, don't be so indifferent, let's cooperate!"

"Can you stop talking like a poet, Mo Xiaohei?"

Anshao rubbed his forehead in confusion, every time he looked at Bai Yuan's face, he couldn't help but think of the black fur ball that was as cute as a quail in front of them, he just... couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Hearing this, an obvious crack appeared in the smile on Bai Yuan's face.

On the other hand, the poet, already holding his belly, laughed extremely painfully, and did not forget to sarcastically say, "Yes, Mo Xiaohei, you are so cheap!"

Then--

The fate of being cheap is that he was slapped by Bai Yuan and rolled from one end of the sofa to the other.

As a qualified shaker, this kind of ravage is not a problem at all, so soon, the poet cheered up again, and went back happily.

"What about the medicine?"

An Shao rubbed his chin with one hand, thought for five seconds, and asked.

Is this kind of drug that has not been clinically tested, after taking it, really nothing will happen?

Why does he have the illusion that he has been reduced to a guinea pig?

"This medicine is said to be very bitter."

Bai Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at An Shao sympathetically. He would never admit it, but it was actually because he specially added a lot of coptis in it!

An Shao looked at him suspiciously: No matter how time changes, this guy's nature is still as bad as ever, so——

"Well, I see, I will respond to Xiaofan."

Bai Yuan: "..." Having a backer is amazing!It's amazing to have a backstage!Well, he really can't afford to offend.

After two seconds, the other party said with a sad face: "Give us a little more time, and we will try to develop a medicine that suits the taste of children. Sour or sweet, it's not a problem..."

The child... Anshao frowned, stood up, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Bai Yuan became a little panicked. It was a joke, bullying their baby in front of someone, the consequences... Tsk tsk, it is absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

"Shaoshao, don't go, it will be done within half an hour! Right, Lukic?"

Bai Yuan said with a playful smile, and winked at the beauty in white on the other side, who smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes."

Under normal circumstances, good-looking people usually have a bad temper or a bad voice, which is said to be the case.

Rockic only responded with one word.

This was the first time An Shao heard his voice.

How to describe it?It sounds good, just like the contradictory and harmonious atmosphere on his body. After listening to it, people have a strong urge to hope that he will say a few more words.

"Shaoshao, Rocky looks pretty, right?"

After noticing where An Shao's gaze was falling, Bai Yuan propped his chin with one hand and asked meaningfully.

Not surprisingly, he had already received someone's warning before he could get An Shao's answer.

Tsk tsk, what a stupid human being, no matter how beautiful Rocky looks, compared to your youth, that's all, I don't know what you are worried about?and--

Is your Shaoshao such a guy who can be snatched away so easily?

Bai Yuan curled his lips in amused manner, his smile was particularly penetrating.

"Poet," An Shao didn't answer Bai Yuan's question, but turned to the other side of the panda pretending to be a sword spirit, and said without a smile on his face, "Did Mo Xiaohei fall in love with Luo Qiqi?"

"What!?" The poet frowned.

Bai Yuan raised his forehead, no matter how many years passed by some people, their brains will not grow a little bit, it is so tragic.

In view of Luo Qiqi and the paralyzed ones who were busy preparing the medicine, Yu Ji sat silently on the sidelines, holding the book and reading it wholeheartedly, with no intention of communicating with other people at all, and the poet and Bai Yuan were having "a disagreement". After fighting, An Shao became a little bored.

He yawned out of boredom, wondering if he should find something to do?

Just as he was thinking, a hand suddenly appeared on his head, and a familiar aura rushed towards him. An Shao looked up, but he didn't know when the man left, so he just stood behind him, and under his suspicious gaze, he looked at him. Hugged up, and then snatched his position.

Hey Hey hey--

An Shao's eyelids twitched: Don't hug me like this!Hurry up and be perverted...

"Are you feeling bored?"

The man's deep and emotional voice rang in his ears, and the scorching breath sprayed on his earlobes, An Shao froze, Ai Ma, this guy must have learned some messy flirting while he was sleeping The method is too shameless!

"Is your cake ready?"

"Well, in the oven."

"So fast?"

An Shao suspected that when he and the poet left, the other party was still making flour!

The man pinched his cheek in dissatisfaction, and asked, "When have I lied to you?"

"After doing something bad." An Shao blurted out.

The man was slightly stunned, obviously also thinking about the exciting incident that happened in the past. After careful calculation, it seems that he has "cheated" him quite a few times.

"Change your position."

After a while, An Shao stretched out his hand and poked the back of the man's hand. Although he was often hugged by Mo Fan in the past, the boy's body was not so different from the man's body!

Now, he has... the illusion that Lao Tzu is being held in Dad's arms.

Horrible!

I hope the "antidote" that Bai Yuan said is really useful, otherwise——

He may really be going to tragedy.

"How to change it?" The man asked jokingly, spreading his hands out, with an attitude of "I agree with everything you say", which couldn't be more beautiful!

An Shao was stopped by the question, he was sitting on a single sofa, so he couldn't lie on the other's back, could he?

Forget it, let it be like this for now, after a few days, when he recovers, he must re-establish his mighty and majestic side!

"By the way, are Yuji and Luo Qiqi considered yours now?"

"It doesn't count." The man shook his head, "You are mine."

"..." An Shao was embarrassed, but having said that, Yu Ji's name seemed familiar, of course, it wasn't just because of Yu Ji!

Thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help counting with his fingers, Yu Ji, Ling Zheyun, Van Landis... these three are very familiar.

"Give me the names of your subordinates." An Shao hesitated for a while, then turned his head and whispered to the man.

"...Why are you so interested in other men?"

136 Passive hands and feet

For the next few days, apart from taking the medicine "as directed by the doctor", Anshao was fighting against Mo Fan on the training ground. Of course, because of the huge difference in strength, even when the man secretly released water every time, he still... lost Very thorough.

But he became more and more courageous, without any depression at all. After 24 hours a day, except for sleeping and eating, most of the time he was in the "sweet two-person world".

The last description is the original words of the poet.

In all fairness, Mo Shao suffered from insomnia on the first night after waking up.

I don't know if it's because I slept for too long, or because I was nervous?shy?

Anyway, it took him a long time to fall asleep.

At the same time, I silently rejoiced that on the first night after the "reunion after a long absence", the two chatted very purely under the quilt.

Probably because of the consideration of his physical relationship, the man has always controlled his emotions very well except for the kiss that was a little out of control at the beginning.

Mo Shao was deeply comforted by this.

"That is to say..." The poet sat cross-legged on the white leather sofa, leaning on a watermelon taro cushion on his back, resting his cheeks with his hands, looking very cute and cute in his small appearance, "He didn't do anything ?”

"..." Mo Shao flipped through the list and said nothing.

He felt that in the past 12 years, the poet's life must have been very... colorful, this guy clearly has a whole new level of coquettish, violent, and pornographic!

"Have you taken the medicine?" The paralyzed man came over suddenly, holding a notepad in one hand and a pen in the right. He was wearing a white coat, a pair of plain glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

Mo Shao looked at his little friend brightly: Emma, ​​where did this guy get a cosplay outfit!To be able to match up with his slender arms and legs is too awesome.

"have eaten."

No matter how turbulent and restless he was in his heart, he still had a calm attitude on the surface.

The paralyzed man stretched out his hand, pushed his glasses, and pretended to be aggressive: "Stick out your tongue, let me check."

Mo Shao stared at him coldly: "Don't make trouble."

The poet let out a snort, and burst out laughing: "Facial paralysis, did your Yuji not feed you enough last night?"

puff!Now, it was Mo Shao's turn to spray.

Is it because his thoughts are too pornographic, or is there something wrong with the poet's expression?Why does he feel that this sentence hides a lot of cruel content!

With a paralyzed face, he glanced at the poet coldly, and spit out two words: "Stupid." Then——

Turning her head and continuing to look at Mo Shao, she hesitated to speak, with a bitter and bitter attitude: "There is something, do you think, I should tell you."

"What do you want to say?"

Mo Shao suppressed a smile, and pretended to ask seriously, but in his mind, he was imagining the scene where the two icy waters colliding with each other...

Then he found that his imagination was not rich enough to describe the scene at all.

"Rockic likes Brahma very much," said the paralyzed face.

Poet: "..." Suddenly, I felt as if Emma had swallowed a fly alive.

Mo Shao paused for two seconds, then blinked vigorously: "What did you just say?"

"..." His face was paralyzed and silent.

The poet flattened his lips, and repeated kindly: "Luo Qiqi likes your Mo Fan."

"Oh." Mo Shao answered absent-mindedly, but in fact——

Not really a surprise.

With Mo Fan's current status, strength, appearance... No matter what point of view, there must be many people who secretly admire him.

Anyway, it's just a secret love, and it's not that Mo Fan climbed the wall, so it's not a big deal.

At most... After he recovers, find a chance to transfer Lukic to another place?

Wouldn't this be a little too narrow-minded, or... crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?

"What are you worried about, Shao Shao?" The poet asked cautiously, "If you feel unhappy, then I'll ask Bai Yuan to kill Luo Qiqi! Hmph!" Finally, he turned his head arrogantly.

He has long disliked Luo Qiqi, but he has not figured out what's going on. Seeing his paralyzed expression and hesitating to speak, it is estimated that this matter should...

"How do you know?" Mo Shao asked.

Turning the pen with one hand with facial paralysis, he replied coolly: "I saw him go to recommend the pillow seat."

"I don't use the idiom, give it a thumbs up." The poet said, giving a thumbs up, gnashing his teeth in his heart: That shameless guy!

"When did it happen?" Mo Shao asked calmly.

With a paralyzed face: "Three days ago."

"Pfft..." The poet sputtered, without saying a word, he jumped up, looking murderous!It turns out that guy is not just shameless, he is simply...￥&%$...*(*He is so angry that he doesn't know how to express his indignation!)

Mo Shao frowned slightly: "No wonder he hasn't appeared in front of me these three days."

However, he thought that Luo Qiqi might be busy in the laboratory, so every time he delivered the medicine with facial paralysis, but he didn't expect——

Mo Fan shot very ruthlessly.

"Where is he now?" Mo Shao stood up. In all fairness, Rokic is a talent, but that's all.

Although, he used to seriously build himself up psychologically: if one day in the future, Mo Fan changes his mind and likes someone else, he can give up his position generously.

But reality is another matter after all.

So at this moment, should he take the initiative to give way?hehe.

"It's closed in the interrogation room." He said with a paralyzed face, "So, open your mouth and let me check."

It was only then that Mo Shao realized that the real purpose of this guy with problems was expressed. Facial paralysis is different from a poet. He is not so gossipy, and he is not a person who likes to make small reports, so the sentence "Luo Qiqi is very middle-aged" at the beginning was just for future reference. Wen made the foreshadowing, he was worried that Rocky had tampered with the potion.

However, for a specific inspection, as long as the mouth is opened?

Mo Shao was a little skeptical, but still opened his mouth cooperatively.

Mo Shao was a little skeptical, but still opened his mouth cooperatively.

Facial paralyzed nodded in satisfaction, took out a dropper, dripped a drop of blue liquid on Mo Shao's tongue coating, and said, "Do you feel it?"

"Sour." Mo Shao licked it and replied.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be sweet." Said the paralyzed face.

The poet rubbed his hands nervously and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Luoqiqi really did something in the medicine, but the problem is, I haven't figured out how he did it." He said with a paralyzed face, and pushed his glasses again, "Now, I'll take you to the interrogation room."

The interrogation room is the innermost room on the first floor of the palace