The ancestral hall of Mohism is like a palace. You can feel its majestic momentum from a distance.
Feng Chenglin took two steps, patted Mo Xing on the shoulder and lowered his voice.
"Is this your ancestral temple?"
"Yes, what's the matter?" Mo Xing looked at the ancestral temple suspiciously: "is there anything wrong?"
"... not without..."
"What's wrong?" Ink star looked cold and quickly looked around. "When we built this ancestral hall, we also invited feng shui master. This is a feng shui treasure land, which can be prosperous forever..."
"I didn't say Feng Shui," Feng Chenglin impatiently interrupted him: "I said money, silver..."
Mo Xing: "
"In short, your family is too rich!"
“……”
"Don't you understand? I mean, your family is really willing to spend money. I don't know. I thought it was your palace!"
Mo Xing smiled and replied, "what's this? You haven't seen the main hall of our family. The momentum may not be inferior to the temple of God..."
Feng Chenglin instantly became mute and was blocked.
Bitterly, he replied two words:... When I didn't say!!
Mo Xing doesn't know what he said wrong. He doesn't understand and looks at Ling Luoyu awkwardly.
Ling Luoyu was about to speak, but his eyes crossed him and looked behind him.
Mo Xing's heart moved and immediately turned to look at it. His face changed.
"It's the patriarch!"
In front of the ancestral hall, a man in a white silk shirt stood gracefully.
He has long silver hair, warm eyes, and a faint smile on his face. The whole person is gentle to explode.
Such an image is completely different from the carefully calculated and resourceful ink rain in the mouth of ink star.
"San Shao," Feng Chenglin seemed very uncomfortable shaking his shoulder and leaning back slightly, "can I tell the truth?"
"When can't you say it?"
"I feel this guy..."
As soon as the voice was received, he didn't speak again.
Mo Xing heard it, but took over the words: "Mr. Feng, do you want to say that our family is elegant and romantic, and is a modest gentleman?"
"I guess it's not just what I want to say. Will anyone say that?" Feng Chenglin twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled thoughtfully, "look at his aura, that look, one stop there, that's a gentleman!"
His eyes squinted and looked at Ling Luoyu again.
"Don't you think he looks familiar?"
Ling Luoyu had already guessed what he meant, and if there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Gu LAN!"
"Yes!" Feng Chenglin slapped his thigh fiercely, as if he had won the five million grand prize. The whole person was very happy.
"To tell you the truth, from the first time I saw him just now, I have that feeling. It's just a hole. It's like a living Gu LAN standing in front of us again!"
Mo Xing said curiously, "who is Gu LAN?"
Feng Chenglin pushed away his face and turned to one side. Obviously, he didn't want to answer this question. He still said it himself.
"Especially their appearance of a gentleman and their inner villain's aura are exactly the same!"
Mo Xing still asked: "who are you talking about?"
Feng Chenglin covered his mouth again and said his thoughts.
"The most important thing is that both of them give me the same feeling..."
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