2/1 god domain

Taking Luo Ji to report and register, after finishing all the things, half a day has passed by.

From the beginning to the end, Mo Shao was like a competent parent, doing everything by himself, busy inside and out. This long-lost campus atmosphere and busy feeling reminded him of his college days, which was very memorable. Luo Ji's current feeling is indeed quite similar to that, so he is too busy to be willing.

But the poet is having a very awkward time at the moment.

He thought that Mo Fan would not show up.

He thought it was a good time for him and Shao Shao to be alone.

He thought... what the hell!

He squatted aside in a daze, looked at the man standing next to him, and sighed faintly, the light bulbs and the like were really an eyesore.

That's how Mo Fan saw him back then, right?

"Things can't be worse, let's go eat."

"Yeah!" The boy nodded with a bright smile.

Mo Shao completely ignored the latter two, took his "son" by the hand, and walked out of the apartment.

"Xiao Ji, where do you want to eat? I'm treating you today."

"Let's go to the cafeteria."

The boy was very considerate and chose a less wasteful place.

When Mo Shao heard this, he was about to object, but after thinking about it, going to the cafeteria is also good. If Luo Ji lives on campus, he will have to deal with the cafeteria for three meals a day in the future.

"Row."

"Shao Shao, wait for me—"

Seeing that "father and son" were about to go out, the poet immediately chased after him.

As soon as he shouted, Mo Shao remembered that he had forgotten about the big boss in the back, and couldn't help shaking, hoping that someone would not be petty and fuss over these unnecessary details.

"Fan, let's go."

Mo Shao turned around with a guilty conscience, looked at the ignorant man sitting on the sofa with a gentle smile, like an old monk in meditation, and became more and more uneasy.

"..." After a while, the man came back to his senses as if he had just woken up. His dark purple eyes met Mo Shao's gaze faintly, and then he stood up without saying a word.

Tsk, are you really angry?

Are you childish?

But having said that, the attention he put on Luo Ji today seems to have exceeded the standard.

It's like... really treating the other party as his own son.

This feeling is similar to when he first met Mo Fan before. Looking at the white and tender little guy, who doesn't love his mother or his father, naturally... the love is overflowing?

"What are you thinking about?"

Mo Shao took the initiative to reach out, put his hand on the man's arm, and asked in a low voice.

He looked calm, as if asking casually, but his eyes clearly showed concern.

"I'm thinking, you care too much about your son."

Mo Fan replied slowly, with a serious look on his face, he was really not joking, his face was deep and three-dimensional, when he was not smiling, he gave people a cold and serious feeling.

In fact, most people thought Van Landis was a cold, serious and scary man.

Only Mo Shao felt that this man was gentle, careful and considerate, which made countless people wonder.

"..." Sure enough.

Mo Shao pursed his lips in embarrassment, thinking in his heart how to remedy it.

The poet snorted, and simply walked past the two sullen men, walked up to Luo Ji, and murmured: "Let me tell you, your two adoptive fathers are more hypocritical than the other, and you are jealous of such a trivial matter." , how funny, isn't it?"

Luo Ji didn't respond.

The canteen of Shengdi College is built like a high-end western restaurant, with an elegant and quiet environment and a high-end atmosphere.

Mo Shao ate this meal a little absent-mindedly.

When he said goodbye to Luo Ji and the group was about to go back, he still didn't adjust his state.

Of course, apart from Mo Fan's reasons, there was also the fact that he met Ling Zheyun before, and he had a lump in his heart, and he couldn't calm down.

Will Ling Zheyun give up easily?

Although no, this person's personality is like a wolf, and after he has recognized a little bit, he will never let go easily.

But soon, he didn't have a chance to think about it. When he returned to the palace that afternoon, he only had time to take a shower. Afterwards, he tossed everything on the bed...

PM6:00

Living room on the first floor, in front of the dining table.

Because Yu Ji and Facial Paralysis have already reported to the Holy Emperor Academy, there are only three people left at the dining table today: Bai Yuan, the poet, and Helan Ross.

But in Helan Rose's eyes, she and Bai Yuan were the only ones. Looking at the young man in white with long hair and a strange smile, she asked calmly, "Van...won't you come to dinner?"

When Mo Fan left, she didn't notice.

When the other party came back, she still didn't see him.

But she didn't think it was strange, it was impossible for Van Lantis to stay at home every day like an idler with nothing to do, but...

That black-haired young man named Mo Shao was not there, which was very suspicious.

"Oh. He's busy."

Bai Yuan replied with a playful smile.

The smile is cheap, clearly implying something,

Helan Rose understood, and a strange look flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything more, just bowed his head and continued to eat.

"You are so boring." The poet snorted from his nose, mocking coldly.

He really couldn't understand Bai Yuan's cheap appearance, he was really blinded by his immortal appearance.

It's a pity, so what if you don't like it?

After watching it for so many years, no matter how much he protested, the other party did not lose a piece of meat. On the contrary, he was bullied quite frequently.

"Madam Zuo, you're going back to Galanz City tomorrow, what's your plan?"

Bai Yuan accepted the poet's complaints with peace of mind, and turned to the elegant and calm lady on the opposite side. They all said that dragons beget dragons and phoenixes. Although Mo Fan's parents are quite incompetent, but leaving aside those aspects, Mo Zilan is fine. Regardless of Helan, they are all outstanding in a certain field, so it is no wonder that the descendants of these two people will be born like Mo Fan.

"I've already said what I had to say."

Helan Rose smiled faintly, the smile was very reserved, and the words were even more reserved.

Has her purpose of coming here been fulfilled?

Bai Yuan nodded noncommittally, it seems that the other party didn't want to have a deep talk with him, what a pity.

He originally thought that with his strength, Helan Ross should be favored by him, but unfortunately, the other party had no intention of poaching Fan Landis's corner at all.

"If Fan doesn't want to help you..."

"You are so cheap."

Before Bai Yuan finished speaking, the poet threw three words over.

On the opposite side, Helan's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was somewhat helpless: "I know, he won't forgive me easily."

If it is redundant, there will be no more.

When the dinner was over and the other party left politely, Bai Yuan was still in place, carefully pondering the meaning of that sentence.

"Are you squatting to plant mushrooms or hatch eggs?"

"She said that he knew that Mo Fan would not forgive her easily." Bai Yuan murmured.

The poet rolled his eyes at him, and snorted: "Since she has such self-knowledge, why is she brazenly coming forward? From my point of view, she is clearly an underdog policy... But the effect looks pretty good, you see, Isn't that big devil Mo Fan soft-hearted now? Even Mo Shao didn't say anything..."

"Women are best at playing this game."

Bai Yuan nodded thoughtfully, there is one thing that he didn't say, intuitively, Helan Ross will not live long.

Perhaps, the death of this woman will really become a catalyst that accelerates the cooperation between the alliance and the empire, and the situation will become even more unfavorable to them.

"In the ancient history of country Z, there was a situation where the three kingdoms stood at the same time, but there is a saying that the world must be united for a long time. In fact, the current situation is not pleasing to me. I just let Mo Fan wipe out the three empires..."

Halfway through the poet's eloquent talk, he received a blow on the head.

Bai Yuan squinted at him coldly: "Have you forgotten about Mo Yufan?"

The lifespan of supernatural beings is obviously longer than that of ordinary people. After Mo Yufan was promoted to the holy rank, he saw through the secret of eternal soul, but in fact, he "died" earlier than he expected.

Simply put, he was punished.

Bai Yuan disapproved of Mo Yufan's behavior from the very beginning. If it were Mo Fan, he would naturally not want the other party to repeat the same mistakes. Although sometimes he would make unrealistic jokes, saying that he would assassinate Caesar and Ling Zheyun, but he would not Just talking.

Especially after Mo Shao told them about "God's Domain", everyone actually had some taboos in their hearts.

It's just that none of them showed it.

It's not like walking on thin ice, but the feeling is similar to walking on a tightrope with one foot, very suspended.

The world I have lived in all my life is actually just an illusory kingdom, and life and death are all in the stroke of "God"...

Bai Yuan almost drove himself crazy.

But looking at the heartless and heartless Er Que beside him, who doesn't understand the meaning of suffering and suffering at all, he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, saying that people are stupid and blessed, just look at the one next to him.

"It's not that simple."

He didn't bother to reason with the other party at length, so he stood up and yawned pretendingly, but unfortunately he wasn't sleepy at all.

The poet twitched his lips needlessly, he didn't need to hold the sky up when the sky fell, and with Shaoshao here, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"If you're bored, let's form a team and go download a dungeon. Let me tell you, I just found a good virtual online game, sword spirit can also be played, and the spirit body enters the game..."

"Didn't you try it a few years ago? You can't get in."

"This game is very special, I can enter it..." I didn't tell him that this game was developed by him.

"Oh, what's your name?"

Bai Yuan dubiously took out the optical brain. Virtual online games have been around for a long time, but he prefers keyboard-based games. Ordinary virtual online games cannot read the spiritual body of the sword spirit. also gave up.

The poet grinned apprehensively: "It's called... Damo Xiaohei."

"...I'll kill you!" Bai Yuan slapped him directly.

At the same time, Mo Shao is in dire straits. "I'm tired..." The voice was breathless.

Jealous men are childish.

Jealous men are beasts.

The undressed beast turned into a wolf directly, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Then you sleep for a while."

The man replied happily, dripping sweat slipped from his plump forehead, and dripped onto the smooth back of the black-haired young man, with ambiguous and staggered bluish-purple traces printed on his fair skin.

Mo Shao rolled his eyes helplessly, and replied in an inexplicable way: "You keep moving... um... I'm sleeping!"

In the huge room, the sound of physical impact mixed with the sound of lewd water stains and the rough and shallow kicking sounds of the two of them constantly echoed in his ears. What made him speechless was that every time, this vile behavior The guy would deliberately hit him hard when he was about to close his eyes, making him tremble all over, as if he was getting an electric shock, and instantly became full of energy...

It's just as fucked up.

"Well, then don't sleep. You see, it's still alive."

The man leaned down, picked up the host Mo Shao's waist with one hand, and then changed his posture, caressing his vigorous avatar with the other hand, smiling very seductively.