Chapter 240： I have an aura

"Master."

"Ok."

Mo Fan came out of the bath, and she has recovered her calm and indifferent appearance. Disappointed in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, "Will Master ever be as uncomfortable as me?"

The release's body stiffened for an instant, "No."

An obvious loss appeared on Mo Fan's face, and he muttered, "I still want to help Master next time."

This sentence was clearly understood by the ears and ears. He made a sudden jump in his forehead.

He pretended not to hear what Mo Fan said.

"Why can't Master?" Mo Fan asked curiously.

Bian Shi breathed out a sigh of relief, "You can control yourself as you practice more and more."

"Ah," Mo Fan whispered, "Isn't it possible to respond to that state? In fact, it is quite comfortable." In the second half of the sentence, Mo Fan said very lightly, apparently to himself .

Explanation: ...

After a few seconds, he uttered a sentence, "It's too late, you're still young, don't lose your spirit because of this."

"The apprentice knows."

That night, the subordinates of the mansion house suffered a wave of cold chill that would come from Xuefeng.

"The books on the bookshelf are you looking for?"

"Master, what are you looking for? But what's wrong with it?" The person bending down deeply did not dare to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and returned carefully.

"So is this?"

A book came flying around, and the man caught it in a hurry, and opened it: ...

"Lord, I haven't looked for such books." The man's forehead sweated faster.

"What? Did I find it?"

The man softened his knees and replied, "It is his subordinates who have failed."

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Yes, the subordinates will take the penalty tomorrow."

"Can't repeat it!"

"Yes!"

The man knelt down for a long time, even after knowing that Bu Shi had left, it took him a while to stand up.

My legs are numb.

It's just an atlas. How could the Lord make such a big fire? The little master already knows it, and it doesn't matter if he takes a look.

The man was stunned when it came to thinking about his daily behavior.

The Lord must have disliked these things, so he could not see his disciples doing this. Is it true that the Lord wants to cultivate the little master also into a person who has no desire?

At this moment, Mo Fan, who was sleeping soundly in Dongfu, had a more curved corner.

He wouldn't say that this was one of those he stole up when he came down a mountain. Bring something or anything, just throw it to those idle people who don't need to do anything.

The so-called idler: ...

Are they busy? Since I have a little master, I have to consider it here and take care of it.

Sometimes, they all wonder whether they have changed individuals.

Did n’t you say that the bitter side is the best? Didn't you say plum blossoms came from bitter cold? Why does the little master have a headache and hot brain, and he needs to find herbs to strengthen the little master?

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After that time, Mo Fan would take time to find and explain his "worries."

This degree, Mo Fan mastered very well, not too long, not too fast.

Explain that even if you want to say, "you are too late", when you think of Mo Fan who only came to him once in half a year, you can't say anything.

Mo Fan, who has always been diligent and good at learning, will be able to learn only when he learns.

Whenever faced with Mo Fan's pitiful, soft and begging look, Shishi always couldn't help softening and disturbing the calm lake like a mirror.

Burst sighed slightly.

Since Mo Fan came to his side, his control seems to be weaker. But he couldn't bear to drive it away, or avoided it.

I still remember one time when he avoided Mo Fan for only half a day, he was spotted and forced him to appear.

"Master, why do you suddenly sigh? Is it that the apprentice did not do well?"

It turned out that the sigh of relief was really sighed, and was noticed by Mo Fan who is not the same as before.

"No, Xiaofan is doing a good job."

"Master, do you have any troubles? You might as well say it, maybe Xiaofan can help."

"Good for the teacher."

Mo Fan sorrowfully said, "Is Xiao Fan too sticky to Master, which makes Master embarrassed."

"……No."

"Really?" Mo Fan disagreed.

He released his hand and touched the teenager's hair skillfully. "Don't think too much."

"But several times, Xiao Fan tried to hug Master, and Master avoided it."

Explaining helplessness, "Xiao Fan you have grown up."

"Master will only stop me with these words." Mo Fan pursed, unhappy like a child.

Suddenly remembering that Mo Fan had just arrived by his side, the little soft boy looked softly and said, "Xiao Fan will become a great illusionist in the future, and he cannot be weak."

Mo Fan said rudely, "But I will only do so in front of Master. Isn't this okay?"

Interpretation was silent.

"Master really didn't like me to hug." Mo Fan stopped reading and turned away.

"Why the same as a child."

"In front of Master, Xiao Fan is a child."

"Nothing, Master can't say you anymore."

"What," Mo Fan turned around with a smile, his body moved, and lay in his arms, his face narrowed his chest, "Master, it hurts me."

Biao Shi put his hand on the boy's thin shoulder, and frowned, "Why is it so thin?"

"Master, I have eaten enough."

He gave him five meals a day to prepare meals, and he ate all the food that was good for his growth. During this time, he grew a few heads taller.

"Master knows best. I'm in good health, but I just look thinner."

It just looks and feels bones. Explain the secret road.

For the sake of Mo Fan's diet, I have really researched for a while, but Mo Fan probably is like this, eating no more meat. The only good thing is that my face is still a bit fleshy.

"Well, get up and practice."

"Oh." Mo Fan reluctantly withdrew from his arms.

The ten-year period is near, and Mo Fan has already cultivated to the level of the inner five realms. At the same time, it wasn't too long before he went down the mountain.

While studying at Xuefeng, Mo Fan did not forget to pay attention to Moze's situation.

He was not apprehended as an apprentice, and Moze's golden fingers. The old illusionist who lived in the psychedelic stone gave Moze guidance, so his magical accomplishments increased day by day.

If you look at it alone, it is just that a sister-in-law suddenly practiced deep magic. However, those who were released were keeping an eye on him, and the strangeness on Moze was soon noticed.

Moze studied only the basic magic of the Mo family, but he also knew the practice methods of the inner five realms. It can be seen that the other party has been retreating in the house all day, and there is no corresponding training manual. Then, how did Moze get the method?

Discovering the other person's unusualness, the interpreter ordered people to stare closer.

Mo Ze was obviously unwilling to Xiao Fan, he always had to understand the other party's differences.

The easiest way is to remove people directly, but stopped by Mo Fan. Mo Fan wanted to know Mo Ze's secrets, and naturally he would not allow it. However, considering Moze's mind, it is inevitable to be cautious when explaining.

Apart from this, there is another reason why Ji Shi treats Mo Ze carefully.

Obviously just a small low-level illusionist, but in the experience can often be fierce, and gain a lot of opportunities. It is not so much that Moze encountered the opportunity, but it was the opportunity that came to the other side.

Interpretation can see a ray of heaven and earth consciousness and understand that Moze is a person who is sheltered and loved by luck.

Such a person has met a lot, knowing the special characteristics of the other party, and has one or two points of speculation about the source of Moze ’s illusion practice.

An old magician from Moze reminded him that he was nervous when he knew someone was monitoring him. Later, the old illusionist comforted him and said that the other party was not malicious, but still could not rest assured.

Who would come to watch myself as such an unknown bitch? A name emerged from Moze's mind.

But where's the manpower of the other party?

It took a long time for Moze to turn a blind eye to the group and return to normal life.

Moze's nervousness can be seen naturally by the illusionist who monitors the opponent. He couldn't cover his emotions well, and it was obvious from the restless peeping that he knew someone was watching.

The comer informed the interpreter of the discovery, and the interpreter just kept them staring.

Today, Moser's reputation in the town has reached its peak, and there is a tendency to go outside the town. Interpretation did not take the opportunity to give the other side a chance to deal with the luck of luck. If he did so, he would only become the other's sharpening stone.

Moser also wondered if he had any hidden life. After all, he has got such a big chance, what else is impossible?

But the person who followed him secretly never appeared in front of him, and even the life and death crisis several times, the other party turned a blind eye. As a result, Moze completely lost his mind.

But why follow yourself? Observe yourself? Is there anything good to observe? Unless the other party finds himself unusual.

Mozé has reflected on several occasions whether his behavior is abnormal in the week and whether the other party has discovered his secret.

It is also for this reason that he is showing off in the town. Otherwise, he has long been looking for opportunities for development in larger towns, and his fame may well reverberate across the mainland.

After the Mo people discovered Moze's talent, they decided to use the resources of the Mo people to cultivate each other.

Moze's identity is indeed lower, but compared to the achievements of a future master illusionist, identity is only a minor issue.

With the support of the clan, although his progress is amazing, it is no longer unexpected. Of course, Moser must have the strength to hide himself. Whether it's worrying about someone who is secretly following or too amazing performance will cause disaster, it is worthwhile to make him cautious.

The author has something to say: two astronomy stuck, one thousand words a day. . . .