Jiang Zhonglou quickly closed the door and sat aside, trying not to look at Mo Lian, who was only wearing short pajamas.

"What? I, this robot monster... make you feel uncomfortable when you look at it?"

Mo Lian adjusted her mechanical legs without hesitation and gave Jiang Zhonglou a cold look.

"No, of course not!"

Jiang Zhonglou quickly smiled and said: "Although you are equipped with mechanical hands and feet, your figure is sexier and hotter than others, and your appearance is even more stunning and otherworldly. How could I feel uncomfortable? I'm just afraid of being rude.

That's all..."

"We are all so familiar with each other, why is it so abrupt... When did you learn to praise others in a glib tone?"

Mo Lian frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised by Jiang Zhonglou's words.

However, her complexion softened a lot, and there seemed to be a rare blush on her jade-like cheeks...

"Well... you used to be cold and cold, and you acted like you didn't want to approach strangers, so I didn't dare to joke with you. Now that we are familiar with each other, I naturally have to praise you for your beauty!"

Jiang Zhonglou smiled slightly.

You can wear it a thousand times, but you can never wear it, and you can deal with the "flattering" magic skills of the senior sisters, but it has been tried and tested, and it can be used everywhere!

Although Mo Lian is cold, she is a girl after all. As long as she compliments her on her beauty, her attitude will immediately soften...

The reason why Jiang Zhonglou flattered Mo Lian was actually because he wanted to know things about her from Mo Lian. Naturally, he spared no effort and had no lower limit.

His "magic skill of flattery" has been mastered by his fellow seniors, so he doesn't blush when he's photographed...

Unexpectedly, Mo Lian saw through Jiang Zhonglou's trick at a glance, and coldly lowered her face and said, "Are you trying to get something out of me?"

"Forehead..."

Jiang Zhonglou was stunned.

What's going on with this Mo Lian? Is he actually immune to the "Flattery Magic"?

"Didn't you say... that when I see your face, you will tell me everything about you?"

Jiang Chonglou saw that flattering was not enough, so he used words to force Mo Lian.

"I can tell you some things, but there are some things... I still can't tell you..."

Mo Lian sighed, installed the mechanical legs, put down her short pajamas, sat next to Jiang Zhonglou, and said lazily: "What do you want to know?"

"Forehead..."

A unique aroma surrounded Jiang Zhonglou.

Mo Lian's body was sitting right next to him, squeezing him with some fullness.

Jiang Zhonglou swallowed and couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Mo Lian's proud figure.

Although Mo Lian has mutilated hands and feet, she has a hot body, amazing size, and is very interesting...

Jiang Zhonglou couldn't help but be stunned and speechless for a long time...

"How long are you going to watch?"

Mo Lian turned her head and glared at Jiang Zhonglou coldly.

"No... what I'm looking at is not yours, what I'm looking at is..."

Jiang Zhonglou pointed at Mo Lian's chest, he was so surprised that it was hard to say!

It turned out that what stunned Jiang Zhonglou was not Mo Lian's proud size, but a black jade lock pendant on her chest!

There was actually a black jade lock hanging on Mo Lian's chest that was exactly the same as Jiang Zhonglou's!

Mo Lian always wore tight clothes, but Jiang Zhonglou never noticed that she actually had a Mo Jade lock on her chest!

"Isn't it just a black jade lock? Do you need to make such a fuss?"

"Where did your black jade lock... come from?"

Jiang Zhonglou stared blankly at Mo Lian's chest, which made Mo Lian feel a little embarrassed, so he pulled the collar of his clothes to cover it up.

"My black jade lock was naturally left to me by my father."

"Your dad? Who...are you?"

Jiang Zhonglou still stared at the black jade lock on Mo Lian's chest in disbelief.

"Of course we are descendants of the Mo family just like you..."

Seeing that Jiang Zhonglou was still staring at her chest, Mo Lian couldn't hold it any longer, so she untied the Mo Jade lock from her neck with a blushing face, handed it to Jiang Zhonglou and said, "Don't you doubt it?"

Am I a descendant of the Mo family?"

Jiang Zhonglou then moved his eyes away from Mo Lian's chest, still staring at Mo Yusuo, and murmured: "Of course I suspected that you were a descendant of the Mo family, but I never expected that you also have a Moyu Suo!

"

"Don't you know that this black jade lock is Ba Mo's token? What's all the fuss about?"

When Mo Lian saw that Jiang Zhonglou finally stopped staring at her chest, she returned to her usual aloofness.

"So... I, you, and Lin Zisu are all descendants of the Mo family's Ba Mo, and are direct descendants?"

"Of course, this black jade lock can be said to be the Juzi Order of Bamo. Only the direct descendants can have it. It can also be said that we are all the Juzi of Bamo!"

"The eight ink of the Mohist family, which eight ink are they? What do you know?"

"It seems that you know much less than I thought..."

Mo Lian sighed: "When Mozi died, the Mohist family fell apart. The eight disciples were initially divided into three families, namely the Mohists of the Xiangli family, the Mohists of the Dengling family, and the Mohists of the Xiangfu family...

Later, the eight disciples went their own ways and split into eight branches. This is the Eight Mohists of Mohism...

They are Mo Xia, Mo Ji, Mo Doctor, Mo Xian, Mo Bian, Mo Mou, Mo Gong, Mo Jun..."

"this..."

Although Jiang Chonglou knew that there were eight ink inks, he never knew the names of these eight inks, so he asked curiously: "Do these eight inks inherit one of Mozi's skills?"

"Yes, Mo Xia inherited Mo Zi's peerless magical skills, Mo Ji inherited Mo Zi's high-tech mechanism skills, Mo Doctor inherited Mo Zi's elixir of immortality, and Mo Xian is said to have inherited Mo Zi's creation of high latitudes.

The ability of space..."

"What? Immortality? Create space?"

Jiang Zhonglou's eyes widened in surprise.

These things were beyond his knowledge.

"You have just practiced some of Mo Xia's magic skills, and you can hurt people from a distance. What's so strange about immortality and creating space?" Mo Lian rolled her eyes at Jiang Zhonglou.

"Although my magical skills are mysterious, they are understandable, but this immortality and creation of space...are they more ridiculous than online novels?"

Jiang Zhonglou thought: "Could it be that...the world of the game "Moxiang" is really some high-dimensional space created by the old man Moxian?"

"It's hard to say... However, I also have doubts about Dr. Mo's immortality and Mo Xian's creative space..."

Mo Lian thought: "I guess... Doctor Mo and Mo Xian, the two sects, may be trying to increase their own worth, so they pretend to be mysterious and say that they can live forever and create space!"

"Yes, if Mozi really had the ability to live forever and create space, how could he die? Wouldn't it be better if he stayed in a high-dimensional space and lived forever?" Jiang Chonglou said.

"In the legends of the Mo Doctor and Mo Xian sects, Mozi is indeed not dead. They say that in order to understand the avenue of the universe, Mozi went to an extremely mysterious high-dimensional space to retreat. Sooner or later, he will come out and reunite with the Eighth Route Army.

Mo, revitalize the Mo family!"

"I'll go...this is bigger than science fiction!"

Jiang Zhonglou shook his head.

Although the game "Moxiang" made him feel that it was real, Jiang Zhonglou still couldn't believe the idea of ​​high-dimensional space.

"Reality is often more mysterious than novels. Although these statements are unbelievable, they cannot be said to be absolutely impossible..." Mo Lian was thoughtful.
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