"Little girl, I know you're different from others. So, you name. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to give you a name, so when you're older, it's better to choose your own name. From now on, I will call you a little girl. Luckily? "When was the Son of God so kind, Mo Rong, who had changed his clothes, was very surprised to see such a Son of God. Even to him, the Son of God was only faint, never laughing, and never angry. Yes, patience. Regardless of whether he is proficient in music and rhythm, when teaching himself, he can't see his intentions, but if he asks him what he doesn't understand, he asks him three or four times, and he never gets angry, and explains it over and over again. Until he mastered the essence and pondered day after day, in the end, he didn't need the guidance of the Son of God, and the rhythm was the best in the world. Of course, Mo Rong knew that if it weren't for the guidance of the Divine Son, he would not have been able to achieve anything in terms of music.

Lan Yao smiled and nodded. She was worried about what the old man in front of her would give herself, but she didn't like other names, she only knew that she knew when she was never born that she should be called Lan Yao, and for some reason, she felt that she should be called Lan Yao, and in this world, only she could be called Lan Yao. So, when I heard Miko say that she would be named by herself, she was very happy.

When the Son of God saw that the baby girl could understand his own words, he liked the baby girl even more in his heart. Without looking back, he said behind him, "Mo Rong, you go and make some clothes for this baby girl, so that she can change and wash in the future." ”

Mo Rong was no longer surprised that Shenzi knew about what he was standing behind him, and he had expected it early in the morning when he heard him ask him to make the clothes of the baby girl. He nodded and went back to the house.

When Lan Yao heard the words of the Divine Son, he looked for prestige, wanting to see what this man who could make clothes and had a pair of beautiful eyes looked like, but he was finally a step late, only to see the back of the outstanding demeanor. The green shirt, worn on him, seems to be born, it is a good match, although he only saw the back, but he is more sure that this man must have the appearance of the country.

Just as he wanted to retract his gaze, he saw the man who had just wanted to see his face, and walked out again. This time, I saw my face. A melon seed face, the eyes are very moving, and the flesh-colored lips are very attractive. It is indeed a beauty that is rare to see in a hundred years. I saw this beautiful woman holding some cloth and needle and thread in her hands, and walked alone to the stone beside her, and with a quick leap, she was already sitting on the stone and busy with the work in her hands.

This Mo Rong was adopted by the Son of God since he was a child. Literate at the age of two, read all kinds of strange books and good books at the age of three. The four-year-old handwriting is like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, which is very good-looking. At the age of five, he learned martial arts, at the age of six, he learned to do laundry, at the age of eight, he learned to cook, at the age of nine, he could do needlework, and at the age of ten, he learned these things very proficiently. But only this medicine, for some reason, can't be learned, Shenzi also tried at first, but after two or three years of trying, he found that he has a talent for everything, but he doesn't know anything about medicine. So I gave up. Since this Mo Rong can cook, the old man no longer goes out of the forest to forage for food. When Mo Rong learned needlework, the clothes, pants, and even the shoes on his body were all from Mo Rong's hands, and there was no need to change Mo Rong to go out to buy them.

Therefore, although the Son of God did not say it, he was very satisfied with this disciple in his heart. For what he does, he is even more assured, although externally, he is the ancestor of the Xuanyuan faction and the head of the faction, but the people in the Xuanyuan faction know that this Mo Rong's words are the words of the gods, and most of the people in this sect believe that Mo Rong is the heir of the head of the sect.