"Uncle Clan, if you have something to say, just say it, what do you want to do?" After finding a few more people to try, in addition to getting a bunch of white eyes, Haoran really got nothing, obviously Mo Yan was standing behind him, but no one else could see it, even Hao Ran himself had to believe that he was a ghost in vain, after all, now the science and technology of China, the United States and other countries have successively proved the existence of ghosts and the like, and he is not very surprised, but he is still unbearable, and the feeling of being followed by others is really not good, so he had to find a remote tea room, and he took the lead in sitting down, and he didn't ask Mo Yan's preferences to steam a cup of Biluochun。

Seeing that Mo Yan didn't mean to speak, Suo's surname Haoran also kept silent, the grandfather and grandson sat face to face, no one took the lead in speaking for an hour, Haoran just took care of himself and tasted tea, his appearance was clean and elegant, his behavior was elegant and atmospheric, and he was a noble family, and Mo Yan was stunned for a while. Hehe, big brother, you are really interesting, I didn't expect that such a talent could come out of my Mo people's descendants, it's really how much green smoke comes out of my old Mo family's ancestral grave, no, I have to go to my parents' grave to see later, don't really burn it down. Looking at Mo Yan, he laughed unconsciously, he was proud. Who said that the descendants of the sling silk can't counterattack, isn't this a living example?

In the end, Xiao Haoran couldn't bear the silent disturbance of Mo Yan, the old fox, and said, "Uncle Clan, Haoran asked himself if he has nothing to do with you, why are you doing this? And are you really human, if not, it's better to make it clear, don't scare the little nephew anymore, okay?" Pretend, pretend, now I finally can't pretend to be it, hehe, little guy, pretend to be deep in front of me, you are still a little tender, ginger is still old and spicy after all, hehe, I didn't expect that I would also say this sentence to mention the juniors one day, this feels really good. ”

"En" Mo Yan loosened his throat and said unhurriedly, "Indeed, I am not human" "What" Although Haoran was ready to be surprised, but this expected answer was still startled after Mo Yan said it, although the technology of this era has proved the existence of ghosts and gods, but it is only to prove that this kind of existence still has no contact with mortals, why is his luck so good today, there are so many people on the island who are not looking for it, why did they just find me, no, I will go back to check the yellow calendar, to see if it is not suitable to travel today, what taboo did I commit.

Mo Yan can guess the idea of Haoran's mind without thinking about it, but he didn't give him the space and time to continue to freely use his imagination, but continued to say to himself, "But I'm not a ghost, I'm a monk, and I have another identity, I believe that you must know the little guy" "Ao, uncle, little nephew lives overseas all the year round, and basically no one in my family knows anyone, you talk about it, I also want to know who it is?"

"Haha, when you were young, you came back once about 15 years ago, right?" "Hey, how do you know, indeed, I came back once, and that time was also because of the need to worship my ancestors, I was the only male in our generation who had to be present at that time, so I came back with my father once, but what does this have to do with me knowing you?" "Haha, did you forget? At that time, you also stole the sacrifice on the tribute table and was spanked by that little guy in Mo Ming, did you forget?"

"Mo Ming, little one?" "Oh, haha, I forgot, you were so young at the time, you must not remember very clearly, Mo Ming is your grandfather's father, my precious grandson" "What?" As soon as Mo Yan said this, Haoran immediately stood up in shock, this is too funny, my grandfather's grandfather must be at least 150 years old, although now gene technology has entered clinical trials It is said that it can effectively extend people's physiological lifespan, but after all, it has not been put into production to benefit the public, how can he live for so long, no, I don't know if my mind is not clear, I believe he is talking nonsense here.

"Sit, sit, little guy, don't worry, listen to the ancestor and I'll tell you slowly" Although Haoran was still full of little stars, the middle-aged man on the other side had no malicious intent, so he didn't immediately take any drastic reaction to deal with it, "Let's just listen to what you say, just take it as a small talk, haha, I'm really crazy." ”

"Little guy, I've been waiting for you for 15 years, because I was in retreat at a critical place back then, and it wasn't until two months ago that Jindan Dacheng was completed, and I saw you early this morning, and the old man was really pleased" "Well, Uncle Clan, what you said, logically, the little nephew still doesn't understand, how about this more carefully?"

"Haha, okay, it's the old man who is so happy, I didn't expect that among the many descendants of my Mo someone, there is really a talent like you with three spirit roots, I am happy, ancestor" "Three spirit roots, what does this mean?" "This shows that you can also cultivate like my ancestors, come, look like this" After speaking, Mo Yan left his feet off the ground without the help of any external force, and the whole person flew into the air, and released his true qi in the air, turned into an ordinary person's big arm, picked up the teapot and filled the teacup with another cup of tea, in the face of Mo Yan's strange behavior that was silent and sound, looking at the teapot that flew up automatically, Haoran rubbed his eyes vigorously, and only wished to tell himself if he was still dreaming.

The reality is like this, after a period of adaptation, Haoran can no longer sit still, all this seems to be true, the tea is still hot, the taste is still Biluochun, it has not changed at all, it is the pot he just burned, it seems that this person is really possible as he said is not a person, but a monk. After figuring it out, Haoran no longer sat across from Mo Yan in a dignified manner, but crossed his hands in front of him, standing respectfully, waiting for the teacher to be taught at any time like a primary school student.

"Haha, little guy, isn't it necessary to be like this, Ancestor I am very open-minded, when Mo Ming's little rabbit cub beat you, to be honest, Ancestor I wanted to take credit and beat his ass too, you know, you are the only one of the many descendants under my knees who can cultivate, Ancestor I really regard you as the only heir to the mantle, and others are really not allowed to bully you, even my own grandson. ”

"Uncle Clan, where are you doing this, why are you so incoherent, pick up the key points, such as who are you, don't be an ancestor, I'm really not used to it, I'm so young" Although Haoran was still at the heart of Mo Yan's nonsensical words, he didn't dare to say it at this time.

Haoran didn't say it, it doesn't mean that Mo Yan can't see it, "Little guy, I want to know who I am, right, it stands to reason that you don't know me, I really spank your ass, I don't even know my ancestors, but I will forgive you for the time being because you have grown up abroad since you were a child, and I will tell you the truth, I am the second generation of the Mo family, Mo Yan" "What?"