Although speechless, Sun Wukong still took out his stick.

Looking at the other party's ears and eyes, Mo Fan said that he was looking forward to it, after playing with sticks for so long, this time he could finally see the ancestor-level stickmen.

Sun Wukong buckled it, took out his fingers, and saw a small piece of indescribable things on it.

Mo Fan: "......"

"Hehe, I don't know how many years I haven't dug it, it's normal!" Even a cheeky person like Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw this scene, so he quickly cleaned it up and dug it out again.

This time it was successful, a very mini, like a small section of tea stalks-like mini golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong put it in the palm of his hand, and shouted: "Big, big, big!"

With three consecutive sounds, the golden hoop stick continued to grow and lengthen at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it was equal to Mo Fan's high imitation.

Mo Fan's curious gaze shifted back and forth on the two sticks that looked the same, really, from the appearance, there was no difference at all, but if you put the two together, you can see clearly who is real and who is fake at a glance.

The reason is very simple, temperament, forced style! In front of the genuine version, even if it is a high imitation, the temperament will never be compared!

Mo Fan looked at it for a while, and then asked Sun Wukong to put it away.

"Mo Shen, don't you want to try it?" Sun Wukong took the stick forward and stretched it out in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Fan hurriedly shook his head, took a step back at the same time, and said, "You dug that thing out of your ear, and now you want me to touch this, it's impossible to kill it!"

Monkey King: "......"

The two said hello and then parted.

Looking at the blue planet in front of him, Mo Fan felt extremely relaxed, and opened his arms, as if he was hugging the whole planet, giving himself a wave of literary and artistic fan.

It's over!

When he returned home and saw Qian Yuxi watching Xiao Qingxue use a small spoon to dig rice in her bowl to eat, Mo Fan smiled slightly and walked towards them.

"Solved?" Qian Yuxi was not much surprised when she saw Mo Fan's long silver-white hair, but asked directly.

Mo Fan smiled slightly, did not give a positive answer, but said to his daughter: "Good daughter, how about Dad take you to the amusement park today?"

"Really?"

"Well, when did Daddy lie to you?"

"However, but Aunt Yu Rou and Aunt Yu Rou both said that when you were young, you had a lot of promises that were not fulfilled!" Mo Qingxue was very cute, and she said this love intermittently.

Mo Fan was embarrassed for a while, Xiao Qi and Xiao Rou are really, how can these words be said to Xiao Qingxue?

He complained about the second daughter in his heart for a while, then touched Xiao Qingxue's head and said, "Since there are so many things to be idle, then Dad has made up for these in the past few days and taken you around to play, do you say okay?"

Not only Xiao Qingxue smiled, but the whole room laughed.

Mo Fan's answer indirectly proves that in the past, major events can be regarded as the past!

Qian Yuxi's eyes were a little red, she once saw her father, master and Yuan seniors in the video sent back by He Shanshan, seriously injured, and even said that her legs and feet were cut off, she was very afraid, afraid that Mo Fan would also want to do this, but now it's okay, she doesn't have to worry anymore, her man has solved all this.

......

......

Seven days have passed since the Great Tribulation, and Mo Xiaotian has gathered all the previous Ancient Immortals together, and Mo Fan is also there.

What other important things did he have to do besides opening the door to the world?

The ancient immortals knew that their lives were saved by the other party, and they returned to their hometown, even if they changed their appearance greatly, it would not affect them to bring their specialties to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan happily put away the characteristic properties, sent them to a primordial plane, and completed the task.

Now that his business is done, what should he do next?

Naturally, I am looking for a good day, preparing for a wedding, and marrying Qian Yuxi!

Now that Xiao Qingxue is already one year old, and her big things have been done, this time she can finally do the big things of Yuxi and her own bell.

He asked Mo Xiaotian to go back first, while he sat cross-legged, floating and spinning in a place like the universe where there was no gravity.

Mo Fan once promised to hold the most feasting wedding for Qian Yuxi, so the wedding host must be compelling!

The so-called forced style, in addition to temperament, is also the same in terms of scale!

Mo Fan thought about it, and finally decided to set the wedding host point in a new sleepless place in his own world.

Everything is designed by Mo Fan.

His plan is very simple, on a planet full of spring, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine red hearts hanging above his head, En...... After that, you still have to think about it carefully.

Mo Fan was thinking, and unconsciously, the corners of his mouth slowly curled, as if he had thought of some inappropriate pictures for children.

He quickly shook his head back to his senses, patted his cheek lightly, and then turned around and ran to his temple of time.

He looked at the door that had not yet been revealed, and smiled silently.

The moment he became the Lord God of Time, he already understood what kind of existence existed behind this door.

That's right, after this door, the one connected is the same status as the Temple of Time, the Temple of Space!

The palace of the main god of space.

Mo Fan did not sit on his god seat and inject the power of space, but directly touched his hand on the door that had not yet come out completely, operating the Origin Law of Time.

I saw that the door slowly ran out, and when it reached a thickness of about two centimeters, the door no longer continued to protrude outward, and lit up slightly with a silver-gray color, and then stopped moving.

Mo Fan took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

The scene behind the door slowly appeared in Mo Fan's perspective.

The same basic temple arrangement, there is no difference.

Mo Fan looked around a few times, and found that there was no one, so he walked in, he looked around, and shouted to the empty temple: "Hello!

"Are you my brother's new heir?" a somewhat coquettish voice sounded.

"But Senior Yu?" Mo Fan didn't say anything about it, but lowered his head and asked into the air.

"Yes, it's me!" Yu said, "But you're in the wrong direction, I'm on the side of the gods." ”

Mo Fan: "......"

He secretly raised his head, confirmed the direction, and quickly nodded his head to correct the direction.

Yu: "......"

Where did this stupid boy come from, how could my brother give him the power?

He thought to himself.

(End of chapter)