Mo Tian froze. Her butler was still able to see her through as always...... No, that's not the point.

“...... I'm going to eat. The little face was corrected, Mo Tian lowered his head and looked at the breakfast behind Song Huihui. It was a pineapple bun, the first batch of freshly baked delicacies today, and the aroma had already aroused the cravings in her stomach.

Song Huihui had no choice but to hand the bread to Mo Tian and put a bottle of fresh milk in her hand.

Mo Tian took two bites, allowing the food to soothe her agitated mood. "Which version do you want to hear? true or fake?"

"What's fake?"

"You're really not following the routine. The corners of Mo Tian's mouth twitched: "The fake version is that Chi Huan's mother is the granddaughter of my sister, and he is considered a distant relative of mine." ”

"Really?"

"It's really ......" Mo Tian finally hesitated for a moment: "You won't regret it after listening to it, and you have to keep it a secret, okay?"

"Forget it, it can make you so hesitant and cautious to become such a secret, probably not something that ordinary humans can touch. Don't say it, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. Song Huihui pushed her glasses, and the mirror reflected a wise and indifferent light.

"Eh!" Although this is probably an expected reaction, but I am embarrassed not to say it if I don't ask so directly! Mo Tian quickly finished the bread, drank all the milk, hooked Song Huihui's neck, and spewed hot air in her ear: "That guy is [Xixodera]!"

“...... Huh?"

......

After telling this super secret, Mo Tian was refreshed and happily went to the cafeteria to eat a big bowl of ramen. While eating, he laughed at Song Huihui, who was so distracted in front of her that she didn't even eat breakfast for a long, long time.

“...... When is it and you're still here for breakfast. Hearing Mo Tian's merciless ridicule, Song Huihui's eyes were dark. She is one of the few people in the world who can know what Mo Tian's true body is. "You're going to have some contact with him at the auction, right? Your identity will be revealed, right? Aren't you worried that you'll be sanctioned?"

"Don't worry about it at all!" Mo Tian bit his chopsticks and touched Song Huihui's head. "Don't worry too much about it. ”

"But your identity ......"

"He's here because he's the ice and snow of Ronaca. Mo Tian pointed to the silver-white figure in the photo in his hand and smiled: "I felt uneasy before, because I didn't know why he was here. However, I don't think this question bothers me anymore, and I'm going to ask him myself. ”

"What?" You should have avoided his identity, but you had to go to him in person? Song Huihui pushed her glasses: "You don't want to be the city lord anymore?"

"Where do I mean that!" Mo Tian knocked the woman's head angrily. Her right-hand man is good at everything, but he's too serious.

Picking up another photo from the file bag on the desktop, Mo Tian poked his finger upward. "Forget about one, there are still two more, and the target can't be me. And now there is probably only one thing left that can make them so cautious. ”

Before Song Huihui could ask who this was, Mo Tian had already laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha! Look at his stupid face...... Hahaha, it's so funny, it's so funny. If those people knew, they would have cried. ”

Whether they want to cry or not, I want to cry now, okay? Song Huihui was helpless. It seems that she can only wait for her to finish laughing before continuing to ask.

After a long time of gagging like this, the topic didn't know where it went, and Mo Tiancai finally regained his composure after another wild laugh.

Song Huihui pushed her glasses, "Please get to work." ”

"Of course. You can't let those bastards treat me like a country place. ”

From her proud deputy, she took her medal. The long-haired girl who looks like a girl pins the vigorous and mysterious 'ink' medal to her chest.

"Let those who have their eyes above the top, who are accustomed to being on top and dictating others, taste what it is like to be ignored. ”

......

Nine o'clock in the morning. On the edge of the largest clearing in the fifteenth district, the lord of Siren City, the girl of the Ninth Order and the Seventh Heaven, sat on a simple four-square bench, pointed at her phone screen, and played her game with great concentration.

An hour passed slowly, and there was still no movement in the sky. Mo Tian took her small bench and ran nearly three kilometers away, found the next shadow, and continued to sit and play games.

Eleven.

The direction of the wind has changed. The girl who played with her mobile phone until her neck was sore, and then finally raised her head and looked at the sky. In the distance, a small cloud ship was flying towards the 15th District at a speed that was completely unimaginable for the guest cloud boat.

It didn't take long for the cloud ship to smash straight into the open space.

Even in today's cloud world, this cloud ship would be judged to be 'small'. However, no matter how small its actual size is, it will not be smaller than the minimum value of the size of a cloud ship with a vertical width of 150 meters and a horizontal length of 650 meters.

In this way, when it lands at a moving speed and plays with the landing technique that 'it may die if you are not careful', to find a sense of existence, the wind pressure caused by the landing can be imagined.

Before the cloud ship approached, Mo Tian had already realized that something was wrong. The fingers hanging on his side were inherently backwards, and a drop of watery substance that was not completely solid turned into a transparent barrier and spread rapidly. After encircling the entire square in time, the barrier blocks the wind pressure and prevents the surrounding buildings from being damaged.

By the time the cloud ship had completely stabilized and Mo Tian had put away the barrier, it had already been ten minutes later. It took more than ten minutes for the cabin to open slowly. An arrogant voice came from within: "Don't you even have a greeting team? No, it's a person left, right?

"Your Royal Highness. The subordinates believe that this may be a 'dismount' carried out by the other party on the premise that they do not have a good impression of our arrival. ”

"Huh!?" The man, who was thin and weaker than ordinary people at first glance, immediately burst into a rage after listening to his subordinates' words: "I'm afraid that the city lord doesn't want to mess around, right?

"Yes. Under the command of the Holy See in the middle of the cloud world, the eighth prince of the Motoka Empire, Pusranfa Katriri. Mo Tian stood at the hatch of the ship, tilting his head, his voice as faint as a ghost. "I've been standing here for nearly thirty seconds, suspecting that you're collectively blind to see me. ”