Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 372 The pit is 082 meters deep
Mo Wang met her gaze.

This was also the first time he saw her in the warm pavilion.

Mo Jiu felt that there was a kind of guilt-like light in this guy's eyes.

Is it because she is not Juzi, and he once said she was Juzi, so he feels guilty?
Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him indifferently.

Mo Wang caught her gaze, choked for a moment, and said slowly, "It's a fingerprint."

"Fingerprints?" Fingerprints can be used to unlock locks in later generations. I never thought that the Mohism's mechanism technique has been so developed. At this time, fingerprints can be used as a mechanism?Mo Jiu thought about it, and felt that theoretically, it was indeed completely achievable.

Inexplicably, she raised her palm and took a look.

Mo Wang thought she didn't understand, so he casually bowed his hands to everyone, and explained: "The key to open the first floor of the altar is a handprint. Only when the hand of the new Juzi is put on it and coincides with it can the altar be opened." I brought my junior sister back to Fang’s family from Chuzhou, learned about the relationship between Fang’s family and Zhiniang, and saw the date of birth on this white cloth note. I was puzzled and took my junior sister to Shenlong Mountain .After confirmation, Ji Ran can open the first floor of the Tiantai. In this way, it can be proved that my junior sister Fang Jiran is indeed the new Mo family's great son."

This word is enough to determine the universe.

Using fingerprints to open the first floor of the Tiantai, this persuasion is actually more important than fate.

It was quiet in the warm pavilion. Everyone had different emotions and ideas.

Emperor Zhihua has found Juzi of Mohism, and he has opened the first floor of the Tiantai, and there is hope for the remaining eight floors, so can Qianziyin be far behind?Will the Mohist weapon map be far behind?Will Emperor Hua's grand plan to dominate the world be far behind?There was a strange red light shining on his old face, and he immediately said loudly: "Come here, don't show the Mohist Juzi a seat."

Fang Jiran had always stood by Mo Wang's side.

At this moment, the old emperor spoke, and the young eunuch immediately served him attentively.

Almost suddenly, sitting there, Mo Jiu felt a different gaze.

Before the emperor saw her, he let her pretend to be crazy and act stupid to clean up Xie Chen. In the final analysis, it was because she was a great son of the Mo family and had the opportunity to get a thousand-character quote.Now that she is no longer the great son of the Mo family, she has lost this support, and she is still sitting there eating and drinking, which feels a bit inconsistent.She silently looked at Xiao Qian, wanting to see his reaction, but he didn't have any expression, and remained indifferent.

Fang Jiran's chair was placed beside Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu suppressed her beating heart, lowered her head and looked at her desk.

There are still many fruits in the fruit plate above, and a cup of tea has already cooled down.

She slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip, but her arms felt a little stiff.

The pain in the back of the foot is no longer so painful, but why are the limbs and senses strangely numb?

She continued to stare at the fruit plate with wide eyes, trying to stop her thoughts on the plump and juicy fruit, but she couldn't ignore the gaze from her side.

... from Fang Jiran's gaze.

She is looking at her, has scrutiny, or has some other emotion.

Mo Jiu subconsciously stroked the hair on her temples, and only after she calmed down did she casually look over.

She couldn't see Fang Jiran's face clearly through a layer of veil, but she knew she could see her clearly... This feels very uncomfortable.It was like she appeared naked in front of her with clothes on, and she was staring at herself with full armor. This was not a fair look at all.

Fang Jiran spoke slowly, "Xiao Jiu."

This sound fell into his ears, and Mo Jiu was astonished.Not as attractive as her slim and graceful figure, Fang Jiran's voice was hoarse and deep, a little dry as if out of water, not at all the lightness and gentleness that young women should have... almost subconsciously, Mo Jiu thought of Zhi Niang in Xuyi. When Mo Jiu saw her mother for the first time, she heard her voice, and it was so unsuitable.

(End of this chapter)