Chapter 185： I have an "affinity" halo

On the same day, the main entrance of the Mo's main house opened, and guests came in, and Bafang came to congratulate.

The summoners who were present trembled with each other, and the soul was already aware of the unusualness of the wedding banquet.

The group of stereotyped elders of the Mo people laughed today. Indeed, the marriage of the clan chief is a happy event for the Mo people, but is it too joyful?

What's even more strange is their cultivation, a faint feeling of suppression came.

The same as the sixth-level and nine-level peak, how could there be a suppression problem? Many people think so. unless……

The wedding dress was specially made by Yi Si to rush out, with red edges on the bottom, embroidered with golden dark lines, long-sleeved wide robes, and jade hair bands.

The red-lined teenager's fair white face became more and more brilliant. Even if Mo Fan didn't smile, his face was icy, but it gave out a confusing breath from the inside out.

The robes were sloppy, and the cheerful servants followed behind, tidying his clothes from time to time.

Standing hand in hand, Bai Qiuze drilled his fingers into the gap between the palms of his opponent, clasping his fingers. Mo Fan took a look at Bai Qiuze and went by the other side.

The two appeared on the red carpet together, and the entire venue was silent.

A handsome and upright, tall and upright; a slender and tough, such as Xueling Qinglian, cold and exquisite, stand on the same stage, can not help but amazing.

The master of ceremonies was also shocked. They were busy returning to the proclamation of the gods, and the two took each other to the high stage.

Bai Qiuze has already established a marriage contract, and repeats it again for the sake of the integrity of the ceremony. Mo Fan opened his lips, and plain words spit out of his mouth, but Bai Qiuze felt hot in his heart.

Xiao Fan, it's his.

"On the jade plate."

In the eyes of everyone, the name of the clan veteran Bai Qiuze who was in charge of the clan was engraved under Mo Fan's jade plate. This shows that it was Bai Qiuze who entered the door, not Mo Fan who "married" to others.

Bai Qiuze was willing!

Most of the same-sex summoners' unions are mostly marriage deeds, but not jade dishes, to maintain equality between the two. Shangyu dish doesn't mean inferiority. After the wedding, it is the other party's people, which is equivalent to the "marriage" between ordinary people.

After the ceremony, guests should be banqueted, and Mo Fan was impatient to respond one by one, only waving his hand, Yu Zhan flew into the hands of everyone in the seat. This one is enough to be surprising. How precise is the manipulation of soul power if you want to send out these thousand jade cups accurately?

"Everyone, I would like to accompany you here with your spouse, everyone is happy." After the wine was over, he left.

Is this over? Everyone looked at each other.

It should have been rude, but a group of people couldn't stand the idea of ​​blame. Probably, the other party is too prescriptive, but it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Mo Qiankun stood out and said, "Children are bad, I hope everyone will forgive me, and I respect everyone for a drink."

The wedding reception was lively again, but the protagonist of the wedding had returned to the room.

"Xiao Fan, are you hungry? Eat something"

In the room where the two of them lived, they were in a happy mood, and a table and a table of wine were hot.

Bai Qiuze was busy setting chopsticks and dishes.

When Xiaofan is full, he can start eating.

After the banquet, Mo's father will announce the news at the table, and Bai Qiuze will impose heavy restrictions on the room cloth in case he is disturbed by his wedding night.

Mo Fan quietly watched the man busy and went to wash himself.

The candlelight lasted until dawn, and the Chinese New Year's Eve became bitter and short.

The two were turned red waves and lingered, but the guests who came at this moment were sleepless all night.

During the night, news was spread, and undercurrents swelled in the twilight. I don't know how many clan candles in the clan lit up all night.

This is bound to be a restless night.

"You are clearly a robber!" A moaning voice sounded in the Mozu conference hall.

Mo Fan sat under Mo's father's head, covered his mouth and yawned, leaning lazily on the man standing behind him, "It is your own idea to disagree, and I did not force you."

Bai Qiuze ’s seat was on the other side of Mo Fan, but he had to stand.

Bai Qiuze: How can the seats here be so far away, it is difficult to hug Xiaofan.

The atmosphere in the conference hall was serious, but the two seemed to be unaware, and they looked like a newlywed. In the foreheads of a group of elders, the dog food was generously sprinkled.

The man had no words and stood in a panic at the table.

Mo Qiankun gave a cough and got up and said, "My child's meaning is not to let you belong to my Mo family, but after all, people's hearts are speculative, and I will naturally believe in your character, but the world is fickle and I always ask for peace of mind.

Mo Qiankun spoke so eloquently, but the old foxes didn't eat his set, and stood firm.

Help them advance to the seventh level, yes, but how can they be willing to swear that they will not act against the Mo?

Not to mention the constraints brought by the conclusion of the oath, they are themselves, and they are not willing. Which of the five major families does not want to devour the remaining races one day and become the only master on the continent?

Mo Fan did not change his mouth, and the sixth-level soul kings present were not slack, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.

Mo Fan is not a Virgin. If the other party grows stronger, turn around to deal with them, and trouble them. Will he help the other party to improve their strength, not to trouble themselves?

Hijack each other? There are more than ten soul emperors in a family, how can they fight? The level difference is like a divide. When the soul power is low, this gap is not obvious. The higher the level, the greater the distance that each level increases.

"Stuck, do you think about it? If you don't think about it, I'll go to sleep first, and then come to me when you think about it. But then, it's not just such a condition."

Last night, the two made a noise overnight, and the next day they had to deal with this group of old men. Mo Fan was so weird that he had no patience to say more.

The conditions he mentioned were not harsh, but they only required that the clans did not shoot their children within three generations for no reason the previous year.

Ups and downs have their own set number, Mo Fan will not force the Mo tribe to flourish forever. He did this only to eliminate the sequel to the incident. The peaceful environment will only kill the minds of the people.

Mo Fan got up and said she really wanted to leave. Bai Qiuze was busy grabbing each other's waist and turned around.

"Wait a minute," a tribe's soul king couldn't bear it. "Let me think about it."

Mo Fan said coldly, "Don't waste my time without making a decision."

The man gritted his teeth. "Okay, I agree."

Some people agree that the soul kings of some other clan riots. After all, their family strength is weak, they are not very able to trouble the Mo behemoth, and don't mind signing an oath. It's just that the other four big families are staring at each other, and they dare not take that step easily.

An elder of the He family said, "Xian nephew, now that the mainland is facing threats from evil factions, the enhancement of strength not only benefits us, but also benefits the mainland. Why should you hide it?"

"What does the mainland do with me?" Mo Fan said mercilessly.

The elder was choked and gasped, "You have no mercy at all."

Some people scorned Mo Fan, and Bai Qiuze naturally wouldn't stay away, taunting, "You have pity, why don't you see what you do for the mainland?"

The elder was speechless, "You, you ..."

"I, me, what's wrong with me? I'm telling the truth," it seemed that the other party wasn't angry enough, Bai Qiuze cheered.

"Xiao Fan, you don't care about these people. If you are not happy, I will help you destroy them." With that, Hexi on her face disappeared, and her cold eyes swept across the crowd.

The coercion of the seventh-level soul emperor and the murderous spirit in the opponent's tone made everyone sweat cold.

This group of people seem to have forgotten that they are facing the seventh-level soul king, not the sixth-level soul king.

"No need," Mo Fan stopped. "They can't pose a threat."

Facing Mo Fan, Bai Qiuze was a well-behaved gentleman. How could someone who was photographed by Bai Qiuze's momentum dare to "be nice" with this person?

The other is clearly a moody tyrant!

Mo Qiankun also smiled, "Since my Mo people will tell you this news, there is no intention to hide. Originally, we could build a car behind closed doors, but now you are not grateful and threatened, forgive me Mo Qiankun Not accompanying. "

"Brother, don't be angry," another person stood up and rounded the field. "Everyone is the soul king. They are all unaware of it. They have big tempers. They suddenly couldn't figure out what your conditions were. My royal family agreed to your request."

At the beginning of someone, the wind is blowing down the grass, and there is a harmonious echo.

The man winked at the elder who talked first, and the elder returned his taste. He put away the puppet in his body and respected, "I agree."

Now, this is not the age of soul king praise.

The strong also come from the weak and small. When they are not strong enough, converging their temperament is the basic principle of preserving themselves. It's been a long time in the ease, and it's no wonder that they have narrow eyes.

"Following things, my father will tell you, tomorrow I will point you up." He now wants to go to sleep well.

Seeing Mo Fan's tired look, Mo's father looked at Bai Qiuze in blame, Bai Qiuze accepted with an open heart, and hugged someone out of the conference room.

Originally, some of the people present were a little uncomfortable. After listening to Mo Qiankun's specific explanation, I learned that as long as the soul is raised to the seventh level, there will be a chance to give birth to an offspring of affinity 90. It can become a true summon without the need to point. Teacher, that resignation disappeared.

Seniors, above all else. As long as someone in their clan becomes a summoner, there is no longer any need for extraordinary points. But, how do you let the other party hand over the point-wise formula?

A few people in vain rejoiced again.

Mo Fan had no intention of hiding it. He could not stay in this world for a long time. To realize the wish of the holy spirit beast, the efforts of the local residents were needed.

As long as a true summoner is born, he will naturally surrender the formula.

You can give it to Mo's father and let him work for the family. Mo Fan was thinking about it.

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The next day, Mo Fan was helping a group of soul kings to advance one by one. An angry figure came in from the outside, seeing the large number of people in the hall, he calmed his face and said, "Mo Fan, are you helping them to point? Did you forget that there are still people in the family who have not been promoted?"

Mo Fan said innocently, "I have all turned into an uncle in the clan."

Mo Ganlin let out a smile, "You are forgetting your Uncle Lin."

"Don't forget," Mo Fan continued his movements. "Your identity, do you need me to say it?"

"What kind of identity can I be?" Mo Ganlin was startled, comforting himself, what you did was very secretive and no one would discover it.

"Collusion evil." Mo Fan lip.

Mo Qianlin's face remained unchanged, "What's the point! Why should I go to collude with evil?"

"Since you're here, I'm not polite." This is the meaning of not listening to him.

A group of soul kings looked at him with contempt, and there was a soul emperor mixed in, and Mo Ganlin finally changed his color and said, "Mo Fan, why do you defile me?"

An aggrieved look.

However, others did not listen to his excuse, and started to capture people. Mo Fan showed them the spar of memory, and there was a picture of Mo Ganlin talking to the other side.

"Don't you just listen to a child with a yellow mouth?" Mo Qianlin struggled.

"You don't need to quibble, we all see evidence of your collusion with the evil."

"What evidence?" Mo Ganlin refused to confess.

He concealed himself as a concealer, and Mo Fan was generally indifferent on the surface, so he was not alert, who would have waited for him here.

Stimulating the memory spar, Mo Qianlin jumped out of the conversation with the black summoner.

"I have fulfilled your conditions, but who do I want?"

"The boy from Mo Fan suddenly didn't know why he was promoted to become King of Soul. When I got promoted, I would take him to you for disposal."

The picture faded, but Mo Ganlin calmed down, "How did you take it?"

"No matter how I take it, you don't need to know."

Mo Qianlin couldn't think of it, and his decades-long plan was defeated by a teenager under 20, "You don't want to know what they want you to do?"

"No," Mo Fan spit out. "I know more than you. For example, the cultivation of the evil faction is fundamental and devours."

"I look down on you."

"You are useless." After saying this, Mo Fan ordered Mo Ganlin to be taken down.

Waiting for him will be death.

He didn't want to fight hard, but Mo Fan did not know what kind of soul technique he used to seal his soul power, making him unable to move. Mo Qianlin showed a slump.

When Mo's father first saw the picture inside the spar, the anxious party would threaten his life and threaten his life, telling him to keep people around him. Mo Fan comforted Mo's father that "the other party is just a sixth-level soul king", so he was relieved.

Concern is chaotic.

The battle of righteousness and evil has never ended. The confrontation between the summoner and the evil faction lasted for more than ten years.

Mo Fan was far ahead in the struggle to eliminate the evil. Not long ago, he officially broke through the eighth level and became the ninth level soul.

This war should be over. Mo Fan looked down.

He is running out of time in this world, and he hopes that the last time can be spent peacefully with men.

The evil Summoner who once sealed Mo Fan has long since died, replaced by Mo Yue.

After learning that his father had been slaughtered by his family, Mo Yue was uneasy and fell into evil to become the evil summoner. Even so, the power of the world on the Son of Fortune did not seem to be recovered, and under the blessing of the cultivation speed, he became a nine-level evil soul in one fell swoop.

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Mo Yue has been secretly improving his strength and rarely shows up. Although he did not want to admit it, he could not defeat Mo Fan.

"One thing, probably Mo Fan did not tell you." Once the clan stood on their opposite side, Mo Yue cried.

A group of people behind Mo Fan did not answer. They obviously believed in Mo Fan.

"This man," Mo Yue raised his finger to Bai Qiuze, "is a holy spirit beast."

This time, no matter how calm, the line of summoners could not help but whisper.

Is Bai Qiuze a holy spirit beast? It is rumored that the holy spirit beast can be transformed into a human, but it turned out to be true! Mo Fan, however, entered into a marriage contract with the other party.

"Even what?"

"Just! What about it?"

What Bai Qiuze did, they all looked at them. Now what they have to do is unify the outside world, and they can discuss it after the war is over.

Needless to say, the two sides fought together. This war, which has been going on for nearly two decades, has finally entered its final stage and is about to end.

"Actually I have always been envious of you." Mo Yue suddenly said.

"It goes without saying that you can't beat me." Mo Fanke didn't want to hear Qi Yun's son groan without illness.

Maybe the other person is really emotional, but he is not interested!

Mo Yue's face twisted for a moment, "Since this is the case, let's make a break."

Mo Yue was indeed not Mo Fan's opponent. He lost the leader. This group of evil summoners collapsed and was quickly destroyed by his own summoners.

"Mo Fan, can you save him?" He Luoshen came over hesitantly.

"I don't need your sympathy." Mo Yue said, decisively detonating the soul power in his body, but to end up with the other side.

However, his idea failed. Mo Fan can still resist the power of self-detonation.

An empty hole appeared on the battlefield, and He Luoshen looked at the place where Mo Yue disappeared for a long time. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to reject the other party at that time.

...

As Mo Fan was about to leave, the first baby with an affinity of 90 was born.

After the war of righteousness and evil, the group of old men did not feel ashamed to give up cultivation, and went all out to make baby, Mo Fan was speechless. Even a group of people are comparing each other, who will be the next generation of summoners. It seems that he had forgotten the extreme instability when Mo Fan asked them to make an oath.

For this reason, Bai Qiuze often haunted him on the bed, "Let's have one too."

"Well, born, born! I'm not a woman again!" Mo Fan's voice was broken and broken.

"How do you know if you can't be born without trying?" Bai Qiuze covered Mo Fan with a hoarse voice and kept moving under him.

Mo Fan was too lazy to care about him.

After the incident, Bai Qiuze touched Mo Fan's slightly raised belly, and whispered, "I have fed you so much, why not give me a big fat boy."

Mo Fan slaps over, Bai Qiuze does not hide, smiles. Grasp the slender fingers of each other's bones and peck kisses.

Mo Fan was tossed with weakness, and he felt it was a shot when he went down, but in Bai Qiuze's view, it was just a caress.

Could not help pulling people back again, Mo Fan was too tired to open his eyes.

Bai Qiuze: Hey, all blame Xiaofan for being so cute.

Mo Fan: ...

Really want to slap people.

Mo's father originally wanted to pass the position of patriarch to Mo Fan, but Mo Fan refused with "influence cultivation". Probably, before he left, Mo could continue to be happy for hundreds of years and thousands of years!

Xiaofanwai.

Obviously his life is tens of thousands of years, but his body is getting weaker. A few days ago, he was unable to move around, and could only lie in bed, while Bai Qiuze was always by his side.

"Xiao Fan, I didn't tell you something." Bai Qiuze's eyes were gentle and he didn't feel overly sad about it. After all, if Mo Fan leaves, he will go with the other party.

"Why ... what ..." Mo Fan thought he was struggling to speak.

"The holy spirit beast can breed offspring with the same sex," Bai Qiuze laughed. "You don't blame me for not telling you?"

"Why ... what ... you want ... give me ... give me ...?"

"If you get better, I'll give you one." Bai Qiuze still smiled, but his eyes flashed with sparkling water. "How?"

"That's ... too ... unfortunately ..." He couldn't do it.

"Well, I'm so lucky." Bai Qiuze said.

"Kiss me again ... will you?"

Mo Fan's pale face suddenly turned red, with a lustrous luster, and his eyes were clear and bright. Bai Qiuze was sad to want to shed tears.

A cool kiss fell on Mo Fan's lips, Bai Qiuze looked up, and the boy on the bed already closed his eyes with a smile.

Bai Qiuze calmly went to bed and lay beside Mo Fan, interlocking with each other's fingers, turned his head and finally looked at Mo Fan, and leaned sideways to grab the thin waist that the young man had never changed, and buried his head in the side of the other's neck.

Time continued to move forward, and the tall man on the bed turned into an adult-sized snow-white beast in the white mist, guarding the youth.

That is eternal attachment.

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