Chapter 415 Saving the Poor Little...
Mo Xiangyang clenched his back molars. He didn't care whether Nan Jia could find out or not, he must act in his own way.
"Miss Nan, there are two hairs on your skirt."
As Mo Xiangyang said this, he reached out and took off Nan Jia's hair.
Mo Xiangyang moved very quickly, and before Nan Jia had time to dodge, Mo Xiangyang had already retracted his hand.
Mo Yan raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xiangyang, his eyes filled with coldness and solemnity.
His eyes said: Nanjia belongs to him and no one else can touch it.
Mo Xiangyang sneered at Mo Yan. Mo Xiangyang pinched the hair wrapped around his fingers. From now on, Nan Jia will no longer belong to Mo Yan.
Mo Xiangyang didn't expect to get Nan Jia's hair so easily. It was much easier than he thought.
After Mo Xiangyang got Nan Jia’s hair, he didn’t do anything else.
Even so, the scene was a bit awkward.
Nanjia was the only one in the audience who was not embarrassed, and she was busy working alone.
Mo Xiangyang returned home, and a woman who looked very similar to Nan Jia came out of the house to greet Mo Xiangyang.
It’s just that the man looked dull, as if he had no soul.
Mo Xiangyang saw 'Nan Jia' frowning slightly, with annoyance in her eyes. Mo Xiangyang waved a ball of black energy and hit 'Nan Jia'.
"When"
'Nanjia' disappeared, and a puppet fell from the sky.
Mo Xiangyang picked up the puppet from the ground. The puppet's face was very similar to Nan Jia's, but slightly different.
No, it’s not different. It's Nanjia in this world who has become a little different.
This puppet is exactly the same as Nanjia in the world where Mo Guangyang lives.
Looking at the lifelike puppet, a trace of scarlet flashed in Mo Xiangyang's eyes.
Mo Xiangyang reached out and stroked the puppet's cheek with a crazy look on his face. He reached out and modified the puppet, making her more like Nanjia.
After the modification, Mo Xiangyang wrapped Nan Jia's hair around the puppet.
The hair gradually disappeared on the puppet.
The puppet's eyes instantly brightened, as if it came alive.
Nanjia is not an ordinary person, she can see the difference.
But Mo Yan is an ordinary person, and after thousands of years, his cultivation level has become close to that of a god, so Mo Yan will definitely not be able to find any flaws.
......
In the divine world, Tiandao's mansion is extremely quiet, lifeless and quiet, which is very different from usual.
Sister Tiandao glanced at the expressionless man with a cold aura beside her, and asked, "Hey, you don't care?"
Mo Yan from the God Realm stared at the screen and shook his head, he said quietly: "Whatever, this is the fun."
Sister Tiandao's expression changed, and her eyes at Mo Yan became weird.
No one with a sound mind would be able to say such a thing.
Sister Tiandao took two steps back, don’t get so close, madness and stupidity are contagious.
Mo Yan from the God Realm seemed to think that he was not crazy enough. He smiled and said: "This is not exciting enough. I have to limit part of my ability to survive, so that Nanjia can only discover it on his own. This way, the game is interesting."
Sister Tiandao paused, then quickly moved back two steps to keep the distance even further!
The screen switched back to the picture of Nan Jia. Mo Yan reached out and touched the screen. He murmured: "I can't bear it anymore. I have to ask you to come back quickly."
Sister Tiandao He curled his lips and looked disgusted.
At first, this crazy man said that he would let Nanjia experience many small worlds. As a result, his soul fragments gradually returned to their places. After he regained consciousness, he began to miss Nanjia and couldn't help but let Nanjia come back.
After he woke up that day, he came over with a murderous aura and almost scared himself to death.
(End of this chapter)