Ignoring his eyes, Ling Luoyu turned away and walked to the bow of the boat, overlooking the East.
Fengchenglin followed closely: "three little?"
"His surname is mo!"
“…… What? "
Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, and almost lost his voice in the next second.
"You What do you say
Turning his head suddenly, he looked at the old helmsman and jerked his mouth.
"He Mo? San Shao, do you suspect that he is mo xuanchen's Ink? "
"Fat man, you and I all know that the life span of Mo family is very long..."
"Yes! You see, the ink Xuan dust, all thousands of years old, still special? It looks like an old demon What does it look like... "
"So it's no surprise that the old man is a thousand years old, but Is he a little too old? "
Mohist people, in terms of blood, belong to the series of longevity.
This man, though only a thousand years old, is already an old man in the twilight.
Compared with Mo xuanchen, it's not a rank in this respect.
other people's Mo xuanchen is the king, and this guy is a bronze at most!
"Fat man, do you remember what he said, because of the impure blood, the life span of the Spanish people is long and short?"
"Remember, oh San Shao, you mean, this guy Although his surname is mo, he is not a pure Mohist! Because of the impure blood, their life span is shortened It's just that this kind of shortening is still a long-lived person compared with the Spanish people! "
The eyes flow, Feng Chenglin takes back his eyes, blows his nose with his fingertips and gives a clear cough.
"That, San Shao..."
"Say it
“…… What I said may be a little wrong, but... "
"Say it
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