"Let's go, Momo, let's go back and talk about it."

Mo Yan is planning to be coquettish with Ziqian Mo and fall in love.

Who knows, not long after they returned, there was a knock on the door.

Is it here to find fault again?

Mo Yan was a little unhappy, and when he opened the door, he saw that he was a disciple with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Mo Yan found that this disciple was one of the people who had just dragged the Seventh Peak Lord down for execution.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Sister Zi, please allow me to introduce myself, I am a disciple of the Second Peak Lord and one of His Majesty's nephews, my name is Mo Qianyin."

Another cousin?

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

The only thing that came out of the emperor's knees was Mo Qianhan and his Mo Yan, and in addition, the emperor's brothers more or less gave birth to sons.

Among these sons, only Mo Qianhiro, whose parents died, was favored by the emperor.

The other sons were not very favored because of the emperor's suspicion and hostility to their father.

Although their parents were basically sent to a fiefdom very remote from Central Continent by the emperor in the name of being crowned king, most of the sons were left in the royal family of Central Continent to raise, first, they were able to receive better education and cultivation, and secondly, they were also placed under the emperor's nose as a hostage to clamp down on the princes.

This Mo Qianyin is one of them.

However, he is smart.

After he was elected to the Wuji Gate, he acted as the emperor's eyes, and kept reporting to the emperor on the performances and important words and deeds of the disciples of various families in the Wuji Gate, so the emperor was okay with him.

"It turned out to be the son of a thousand gins."

Mo Yan bowed, but he didn't mean to salute him.

After all, in terms of blood, Mo Yan is the son of the emperor, and his identity is much higher than these princes, and there is no reason for the prince to salute the prince.

Mo Qianyin obviously also knew Mo Yan's identity, and he didn't mind his coldness, but said, "His Majesty the Emperor asked me to come over and invite you and Senior Sister Zi into the palace to meet." ”

Zi Qianmo and Mo Yan frowned at the same time.

It was Empress Mo Lanyi who suddenly invited them into the palace.

This time, the emperor again?

These royal people, what kind of medicine are sold in the gourd?

"That's it, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth."

Mo Yan didn't want to go, but because of the emperor's will, he had to go, he took Zi Qianmo's hand, "Let's go, Momo, let's go and see, what kind of demons and monsters are they going to perform." ”

*****

With the opening of the whole door.

Everything in the Qiankun Palace is in full view.

It was a tall man, sitting awe-inspiring on the throne.

Zi Qianmo half-squinted his eyes.

See you again, Emperor of Middle-earth.

Mo Yan took a step forward, put his right hand on his left shoulder without being humble or arrogant, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yan, disciple of Wuji Sect, see Your Majesty." ”

Zi Qianmo also saluted, "Zi Qianmo, disciple of Wuji Sect, see Your Majesty." ”

This attitude of neither humility nor arrogance seems to be very much in line with the heart of the Emperor of Middle-earth.

His originally tense expression eased a little, and his voice with a vicissitudes of life came.

"Ah Yan, you're back."

Mo Yan frowned when he heard this.

Ah Yan?

Back then, he treated Chu Wuxu as garbage and threw them back to the Northern Netherworld, and there was no news for so many years, so he didn't care about him, and let him be tortured by Chu Wuxu to the point of dying, and almost died.

Now to put it mildly, Ah Yan takes it for granted that everything has never happened?

He's very calm.

His own father,