Chapter 536: At Worst, I Can Change the Bed

Before Mo Qingkuang's tea was delivered to Mo Yuntian, a white hand stretched out from the void and snatched the teacup.

"You are his grandfather, but I am not your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather?"

Mo Fan's teasing voice came, and the whole person appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was slightly stunned when they saw the white-haired man who suddenly appeared, and then they reacted instantly and knelt down in unison.

"Greetings, ancestor!"

Mo Fan looked at the large number of heads in the hall, and felt a little happy.

Now he also figured it out. It's not that he can't be someone's ancestor in his twenties.

The whole world was created by him. Strictly speaking, he is everyone's ancestor.

The system bound his relationship with the Mo family, and he had no choice. Since he couldn't resist, why not try to enjoy him.

What's more, this big family looks pretty cute.

Just now, he had been by Mo Qingkuang's side, but no one could see him.

With his identity, if he appeared in such a lively scene at the door of the Mo family, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

At his level, if he deliberately wanted to avoid being discovered, no one would notice him even if he walked past others.

After arriving at the hall, Mo Fan did not disturb the reunion of Mo Qingkuang's family immediately. He waited until they were almost done before showing up.

"Get up." Mo Fan took a sip of the teacup and sat down on the main seat.

Mo Yuntian and others stood up when they heard the voice.

It was not until this time that they had the opportunity to take a good look at this ancestor who was famous on the mainland.

He was handsome beyond words, with a head of white hair with a hint of evil. His exact age was unknown, but he looked to be in his twenties.

Perhaps out of apology for Mo Qingkuang's sacrifice, the empress did not assign the Mo family to follow him to participate in the battle to seize the saint.

This was the first time they saw Mo Fan's true appearance.

But who else in the entire Tianxuan Empire could follow Mo Qingkuang here and show such unpredictable skills except Mo Fan, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?

"Grandfather, have you been teaching Kuang'er all these years?" Mo Shan was Mo Qingkuang's father after all, and he cared more about Mo Qingkuang, so he asked Mo Fan with a brave face.

"Yes." Mo Fan glanced at him and nodded.

Although Mo Shan's strength was very low, his ability to manage the family was not weak.

With the support of the Tianxuan court, Mo Shan took advantage of the opportunity and accumulated a huge fortune in just two years.

Even if the family did not have a strong man in charge, it was one of the wealthy families in the imperial capital.

Now that there is the Monkey King in charge, the momentum is even more incredible.

In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Mo family is now on par with the royal Han family.

This is why Mo Shan dared to say that he would go directly to the palace to propose marriage.

You know, Han Yan'er's father, King Bingpo, is now a strong man at the level of the Martial Emperor, while Mo Shan is only at the peak of a Grandmaster.

The difference in strength between the two is completely unimaginable.

But as the head of the Mo family, when Mo Shan went to the Bingpo Palace, Bingpo King still had to greet him with the highest etiquette.

This is the role of the great god Mo Fan.

"Then, ancestor, it was you who stopped me from self-destructing in the Blue Flame Empire?" Mo Yuntian's eyes lit up and he asked the question in his heart.

"Yes."

"Ancestor, it was you who saved me in Buyi Mountain." Mo Shan also asked.

"Yes, yes, it was all the ancestor who took action!" Mo Qingkuang saw that the two asked endless questions and was afraid that Mo Fan would be angry.

Mo Fan's momentum is like the sea and the abyss now, and he is no longer bound by his body.

Although the two have a deep relationship of sharing weal and woe, Mo Qingkuang knows that Mo Fan's temper is not good.

If he gets angry, Mo Fan will take action casually, and Mo Yuntian and Mo Shan will suffer.

"You kid..." Mo Yuntian rolled his eyes at Mo Qingkuang with some complaints.

He has been kneeling in front of Mo Fan's tablet for decades. Today, he saw the real person, so how can he not be curious.

They were restrained. In their hearts, they wanted to know all the deeds of their ancestors.

Why did he die strangely?

Why did he resurrect miraculously?

Such a legendary life, I believe everyone in the world is curious about it.

"Okay, let Qingkuang tell you the rest. I will go to the palace to discuss the expedition with the empress first." Mo Fan waved his hand casually and disappeared.

The people who were left looking at each other could only sigh that they could do whatever they wanted with their strength.

Only Han Yan'er quietly approached Mo Qingkuang's ear and whispered: "Was the assassination on Zhuangyuan Street that day also done by the ancestor?"

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In the palace of the imperial city, the empress's bedroom was empty.

The empress sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror for a long time without saying a word.

Although she usually did not put on any makeup, how could a beautiful woman not be obsessed with her appearance?

Her dressing table was very clean, without even the most basic rouge.

In fact, she was not like this before, but in the past year, especially in the past few days after returning from the Saint War, she often sat here in a daze.

"Who is it?"

Suddenly, the empress shouted softly, put on her veil as quickly as possible, and at the same time fiercely released an ice cone towards a certain direction in the hall.

There was no roar of the ice cone piercing the earth, nor the sound of artificial shattering.

The ice cone just reached there and was melted by an unknown force.

Mo Fan's figure slowly appeared there, with a wanton smile on his lips: "You are quite alert, Xiao Susu."

"Didn't your elders tell you to knock before entering the door?" The empress pouted. If she could do nothing with this guy, she would have wanted to sew that cheap mouth shut.

"My elders didn't teach me any rules, but your elders didn't teach you to be grateful?" Mo Fan smiled and shook his head, sitting down on the empress's bed without any hesitation.

The empress said murderously: "You sat on my bed."

"I know, it smells pretty good." Mo Fan shrugged nonchalantly, closed his eyes and sniffed it, and commented.

"You!" The empress was furious and was about to attack this rogue, regardless of whether she could beat him or not.

But Mo Fan hurriedly said: "Don't do it. As the saying goes, a life-saving grace should be repaid with one's body."

"I not only saved your life, but also saved your empire. If you don't repay me with your body, it's fine. Why bother to be stingy with a bed?"

"You..." The empress was speechless for a moment, and the condensed true energy dissipated.

Although the man in front of her was shameless and rogue, he did save her more than once and saved the entire Tianxuan Empire.

If it weren't for him, I'm afraid that the people of Tianxuan would have become slaves of a conquered country long ago, and there would be no wonderful scene of annexing Lanyan and unifying the world.

But even if she didn't have such a big aversion to Mo Fan sitting on her bed, she still subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Now it seems that there is finally a reason to convince herself.

The empress finally put down her hand and turned her face away, as if she didn't want to see Mo Fan, and said coldly: "Sit if you want to, at worst you can change the bed."

But I don't know if this sentence is said to Mo Fan or to convince herself.