The tallest building of "Moxing", "Modern Dynasty Hotel", has a rotating viewing platform on the top floor. On weekdays, this is a good place for the son of Moxing's high society to relax and cool off. Now it is closed, and there are only a few waiters standing by the door in the huge circular restaurant, which looks a little deserted.

Modern Dynasty Hotel is located in the bustling area of the center of Moxing, and the shape is a "sword of Dacruz" that reaches into the sky. There is an elegant lounge, a high-end salon and bar, and the most luxurious presidential suite in the White Tiger Galaxy. There is a lot of money here, and there is a membership system, even if you are worth hundreds of millions, if you don't have a membership card, you can only look at the excitement outside.

The glass of the observation deck on the top floor is specially made, it is more like a telescope, as long as you want, every corner of the city can be presented in front of your eyes with the click of a finger.

The slightly deserted viewing platform, the dining table facing the window is separated by several screens to create a relatively closed private room. Figo was lazily lying on the couch, with a metal prosthetic leg on his right hand, his eyes narrowing at the floating screen in front of him—the figures on the screen were none other than Rose and Momori.

The viewing platform was air-conditioned, which made Figo's broken leg a little itchy, and he raised his hand slightly, and the person standing behind him took out a hide and put it on Figo's lower body. The man was tall, with blond hair like Figo, and a slim black suit that outlined the man's muscular lines. The blue eyes were as sharp as an eagle, sweeping over everyone except Figo, and his muscles were tense and in a state of activation at any time, as if he were a loyal and qualified bodyguard.

Opposite Figo, on the sofa was an acquaintance of Rose, and it could even be said that Rose was thinking about it day and night-Mo Ruotian.

Mo Ruotian is not half a point compared to Figo's handsomeness, and even better than Figo based on his appearance alone, but his excessive softness makes his aura a little weaker.

It was not a formal occasion, Mo Ruotian ingeniously put on his favorite skirt, and the plump plump of the girl on his chest was rarely released in the wrapping. The waves "rippled up, and with the deep and fair" breasts. ditch", tempting to lose one's soul. At this time, Mo Ruotian was holding the Bible in his hand and was looking at the two fathers and daughters on the picture with great interest.

Beside Mo Ruotian, the two men sat a little restrained. The two men wore the traditional "Knights Templar" uniforms, with the same black eyes and black hair, goose-egg-shaped faces, and delicate skin to the extent that they could be blown and broken. If you have to compare, it is like a duckling and a white swan are more beautiful, and it can almost be said that they are like clouds and mud.

The two men were eighteen or nineteen years old, and it is not difficult to tell from their very similar appearance that they were twin brothers. Their expressions were restrained and serious at this time, and there was a kind of coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away. On his chest hung a bright silver cross, and on the cross the icon of Jesus each held a sword.

This is the characteristic symbol of the priest of the "Knights Templar", and from its silver material, it can be inferred that these two men are real middle-level priests, in the "Knights Templar" they are the messengers of the gods, and their status is revered!

"Damn, such a beautiful ...... with handles," Figo looked across the twin brothers' cheeks, muttering with some regret in his heart. Smiling, Figo straightened his waist slightly, looked at Mo Ruotian and said, "Uncle Mo, you know that my full name is Fisichella. Morality. Figo, you should also know what this means. ”

Lowering his eyes slightly, Mo Ruotian casually flipped through a few pages of the Bible in his hand, slaughtered his bright red lips and moved, and a few soft and overly crisp voices came out: "Prove that you are a descendant of the Grand Master of the Knights Templar in ancient times, but this does not give you anything, you should know that the era that belongs to them is over." ”

Staring at the fullness of Mo Ruotian's chest, as well as the smell of perfume that seemed to be faint on his body, Figo swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and sighed, Figo reluctantly pulled his eyes out of the deep "ravine", straightened his expression, and said with a smile: "Uncle Mo, Figo knows." Figo invited you only to discuss cooperation, and there is no other, not even the slightest thought. ”

"Cooperation? Is it to deal with this girl and his father who almost broke through the 'gap between heaven and man'? If I'm not mistaken, the two guards around him are also masters of 'getting through the Ren Pulse', if there is not enough temptation. Confused, you also know that the 'Knights Templar' will not easily give up the lives of every member......" Mo Ruotianjiao smiled and covered her mouth and whispered, her expression a little cowardly, and she could see that he was a little lacking in interest in Figo's proposal.

"The Mo family is strong, after more than a thousand years of recuperation, there are no less than hundreds of thousands of Mo people, not to mention the equipment, this is a loyal and enough force to fight for the power of the star system. To put it mildly, it was as powerful as the Knights Templar......" The handsome cheeks looked slightly anxious, and Figo lobbied vigorously. He was in need of an ally as powerful as the Templars.

"So what? They also have faith, they only believe in their giants, and you don't seem to be, right? An adopted son, I guess even if it's your turn, it won't be your turn to inherit, right? Shaking his head gently, Mo Ruotian said with a chuckle.

"The inheritance of the giant does not require blood, except for the rose, Figo is confident that he will dominate the younger generation!"

Frowning slightly, Mo Ruotian was silent thoughtfully for a while. "You mean you want us to get rid of this father and daughter?" Mo Ruotian looked at Figo and asked with a serious expression.

"No, kill Rose. To put it in my heart, this old man is still good to me, and he also understands it...... Cripple him, make him stupid, Figo is willing to serve him for the rest of his life! With a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, Figo crooked his mouth and said.

"He's just the chief executive of this ink star?" Tilting his head, Mo Ruotian seemed to confirm something.

"He? Listening to his meaning, he wants to dominate the surroundings of this ink star, and even wants to be independent of the White Tiger Galaxy, and the split star is king. If he doesn't rush forward, with the background of the Mo family, this is not empty talk! After a moment's hesitation, Figo told Mojo's revenge without concealment.

"Interesting, then why didn't you marry that girl? Embrace the beauty, and you can get everything you want without any obstacles. It's not hard to do it with your looks and mind, right? The corners of Mo Ruotian's mouth pulled out a touch of sarcasm, his eyes focused on the metal prosthetic leg beside Figo, and said pointedly.