All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Then, feeling the refreshing sweetness melt on the tip of the tongue, Mo Tiantian returned Mo Bai with a bright smile that was just like its name.

Mo Tiantian is very close to Mo Bai, or in other words, there is no one in the group of little girls in the Mo family who is not close to Mo Bai.

After all, when children of this age meet a brother who can make desserts and can magically take out inexhaustible candies anytime, anywhere, the image of this brother in their minds is almost as high as five or six floors. high.

Of course, the precondition is that you can't be too shabby, otherwise, you will be a weirdo with evil intentions.

Rubbing Mo Tiantian's little head, Mo Bai's eyes fell on the easel.

The wintersweet tree painted by Mo Tiantian looked mediocre at first glance, but just now it was really not Mobai's boasting. It is good enough for a kindergarten-age child to draw a painting that makes adults feel mediocre.

The best object of comparison is the other paintings that I just visited along the way. The black lines representing the branches and the disproportionate yellow flowers abound.

This kind of painting is fairly average.

The painting drawn with a little more clumsiness is simply a portrait of an indescribable object that reveals a strange atmosphere. The twisted and messy black lines gather together and extend to the top of the drawing paper, as if the tortured soul in hell is moving towards the painting. On the outstretched arms of heaven, yellow ovals that are completely invisible in the shape of flowers are dotted in the gaps between the lines, like shining eyeballs...

When seeing this painting, Mo Bai's heart was filled with the shock of facing the indescribable things.

I drop turtles!If you don't go to the team to do KP with this skill, you will simply bury your talents!

Closer to home, Mo Tiantian's painting is not exquisite.Like the sisters beside her, she uses black colored pens to draw lines as branches, and yellow colored pens to draw flowers and color them.

But Mo Bai took a quick look, and immediately found that these lines were long or short, thick or thin, and even the branches and directions of the branches were the same as the wintersweet tree in front of him.

Mo Bai, who was surprised in his heart, began to carefully look at the distribution of the flowers, and the result made his old face twitch.

Although the size of the flowers cannot be controlled due to the drawing skills, resulting in a gap between the actual positions of the yellow flowers on the paper and the wintersweet flowers on the potted branches, but even so, there is a similarity of nearly [-]% to [-]%.

Mo Bai and Luo Ziyan looked at each other, and Luo Ziyan nodded solemnly.

By now, it is actually possible to conclude the coffin.

Mo Tiantian, who had a sweet smile in front of the two of them, indeed had a visual ability that was different from ordinary people!

"Super vision..." Mo Bai's expression looked a little toothache, he never thought that the Mo family, whose superficial talents were withered, would have such an ssr.

Thinking back to Mobai's stay in the Far East and the rotten country for so long, he didn't see anyone else with super senses except Erina. Why did he come to Huaxia and feel as if he was embarrassed to go out without any super senses? Wozi has super senses, and there are many super sense owners such as Aunt Xue and Wang Yao.

Mo Bai could only sigh with emotion: "It's magnificent, my country is vast, and talents with super senses are like leeks in the wild."

"Tiantian, do you have any other paintings?" While feeling emotional, Mo Bai did not forget to keep his hands steady. "Brother likes your paintings very much, you can exchange them with candies~"

Such a young, inexperienced super-sensory holder and the Mohist family, who is in a delicate situation after he returns home, have to prevent Mo Bai from happening.

Unexpectedly, you are quite reliable at critical moments, Luo Ziyan rarely showed approval.

If there are other paintings, they should be centrally managed at this stage to prevent them from spreading, or they should be more ruthless and simply destroy the corpses.

"There are a lot of them! I like painting the most." After hearing the candy, Mo Tiantian, whose eyes lit up, compared a large pile.

Excited in the blink of an eye, Mo Tiantian seemed to have thought of something, shrunk his head in embarrassment. "However, I hooked up with my uncle. He taught me to paint, but I can't paint in places other than leaving Mojia except for handing in homework."

"After the homework is handed in, the painting must be kept by uncle."

"What? He knows too?!" Luo Ziyan's face suddenly changed, and her little face, which was originally fluctuating and flat, suddenly broke.

In Luo Ziyan's eyes, Mo Tianheng, who communicated with the Qu family, was definitely a threatening figure, otherwise she would not have given up staying with the group at the Mo family to prevent Mo Bai, a simpleton, from being plotted against.

"Don't make trouble." Mo Bai put his hand on Luo Ziyan's head who was about to say something, and shook his head gently at her.

"... Humph." Luo Ziyan, who knew that things should not be made big, turned her head and hummed softly.

"It's such a pity~ Since I pulled the hook, there's nothing I can do about it." Seeing that Luo Ziyan retracted her hand in a stable mood, Mo Bai grabbed Mo Huang's fleshy little round face. "But it shouldn't matter if you show my brother? My brother promises not to take it."

"Give candy too."

The sentence "Give candy" was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mo Tiantian jumped up from his chair and rushed towards the backyard as if flying.

"Be careful, don't fall!" Mo Bai gave Luo Ziyan a wink, then magically took out a big bag of candy and put it on the bench, and followed immediately.

"..." Luo Ziyan looked at Candy, then at the seventeen lolis with bright eyes, the villain in her heart stabbed Mo Bai a hundred times with the Qinglong Yanyue knife.

When Mo Bai came to the backyard room, Mo Tiantian was rummaging for something in the bedside table with his butt pouted.

"Found it!" Mo Tiantian held the key and held it high in front of Mo Bai as if asking for credit.

"What kind of key is this?" Mo Bai didn't know why.

"The key to Uncle's study!" The golden key in Mo Tiantian's hand shook Mo Bai slightly in a daze.

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The new computer came and wanted to celebrate, but found that the speed of typing was worrying after touching Yu for a long time.

There should be one more...

perhaps.

Chapter 670. Lolita Xiong gank teammates

Mo Tianheng's study key?

Mo Bai followed behind Mo Tiantian distractedly.

After all, Mo Tianheng is the head of the Mo family, so is it too hasty to give the key to the study to Mo Tiantian?

Or does Mo Tianheng have special expectations for Mo Tiantian?

His gaze fell on Mo Tiantian, who was walking in front of him in a posture of ignorance, and Mo Bai felt more and more that he couldn't see through Mo Tianheng.

Apart from the conversation in the kitchen that night when he returned home, there were only a handful of exchanges between him and Mo Tianheng.

The state of Mo Tianheng at home left Mo Bai with a strange feeling. Although the former was respected by his family, he seemed to deliberately keep a distance from everyone.

It was also difficult to find Mo Tianheng at home in broad daylight, and his looming posture really violated his identity as the head of the family.

"Brother, the study is here." Mo Tiantian's crisp loli voice interrupted Mo Bai's thoughts.

Thinking about his feet, Mo Huangtian tried hard to open the study door with the key, and some cool air mixed with the smell of paper products came oncoming.

The lighting in the study room is a bit dim, and the layout is also very ordinary, not like the magnificent scene that Mo Bai imagined, where there are many literary and playful ornaments that are full of aura.

The bookcases, tables, chairs, and bookshelves in front of me are simple and at the same time maintain their proper functions.

If there is anything special to say, it might be the picture scroll.

There are not only picture scrolls on the table, but also brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, and various paints arranged in an orderly manner. There are also many ink paintings and oil paintings unfolded on the walls.

With the appreciation level of ordinary people in ink and white, it is impossible to tell whether the so-called conception is lofty or whether the genre is inherited, but the smudging of the ink blocks and the smooth lines of these ink paintings are very comfortable to look at.In addition, the exquisite oil paintings are also eye-catching.

but……

Mobai frowned slightly, and his face became a little weird after looking at the overall situation.

It's not that it looks bad from a distance, it's just that Mo Tianheng's ink paintings... basically depict isolated peaks, cold pools, strange pines, flowing clouds and other combinations.

His oil paintings are beautiful up close, but darker in tone and monotonous in color when viewed from a distance.

Is it possible that Mo Tianheng still has a melancholy and lonely soul of literary youth under Mo Tianheng's unsmiling appearance?

"Huh?" Mo Bai, who was rubbing his chin in amazement, suddenly found that there seemed to be some strange marks on the wall behind the scroll.

Mo Bai took down the scroll out of curiosity, the whitewashed wall had a large area of ​​yellow and black scorched marks for some reason.

In addition, look at the extended scorching marks that are like a fire from bottom to top... Could someone be stupid enough to set a fire in the room?

While Mo Bai was making complaints, Mo Tiantian, who was pouting his little butt and grunting and digging for a long time in the locker under the bookshelf, finally found his own painting.

Holding a stack of A4 papers, Little Lolita Xiaoyuan's face was dripping with sweat.

"Okay, let's take a look at our masterpiece." Mo Bai hung up the scroll again, took the drawing paper from Mo Tiantian's hand and came to the desk.

Well, it is really unreliable to look at Mo Tiantian's paintings without a reference.

Mo Bai looked at the original portrait of the big-headed stickman in a daze.

Fortunately, every few paintings, Mo Tiantian's painting skills have improved a little bit. Looking at the stick figures in his hands, to the barely visible strange species, and then to the pretty good vase objects, it's not enough to make people look at this A pile of works is full of despair.

"Well, not bad. Apart from painting, has Second Uncle taught you anything else?" Mo Bai asked as he flipped through the scroll.

"Emm... Sometimes my uncle will let me watch him cook." Mo Tiantian pushed himself up on the desk, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled it off and put it in his mouth, his big eyes suddenly narrowed into joy crescent.

"Oh?" Mo Bai raised his eyebrows. "Then have you learned it?"

"Yeah! I learned how to scramble eggs with tomatoes!" Mo Tiantian, who was swinging his legs, raised his small chest and hands high, as if he wanted to praise him.

Mo Bai immediately felt a whiff of wisdom.

"...Tan Tian is really powerful." Mo Baibang read.

Mo Tiantian seemed to hear Mo Bai's unwillingness to distract himself, and turned his body away with a small face. “My tomato scrambled eggs are really delicious!”

"And I can kill chickens, fish, and ducks. There are so many!"

Mo Bai was stunned.

Didn't teach cooking, didn't memorize recipes, let Mo Tiantian watch the cooking process, in order to let her write down the basic processing methods of ingredients?

Unexpectedly, Mo Tianheng's teaching method is quite meticulous.

Seeing that Mo Bai didn't speak, Mo Tiantian thought that Mo Bai didn't believe that he leaned back with his waist in a rage, but forgot that he was sitting at a table.

"Wow!" Mo Tiantian, who turned down the table after being empty, danced and danced with a strong desire to survive. While disturbing the documents on the desk, it also awakened Mo Bai who was thinking.

Mo Bai hastily stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Huangtian by the collar, and lifted Mo Tiantian, who had almost fallen off the table, and finally he was safe and sound.

If the head fell down, at least a piece of Mo Tiantian's round head would be flattened, maybe even his cute three-dimensional round face would be flattened.

"Do you still dare to climb the table in the future?" Feeling scared, Mo Bai glared at Mo Tiantian.

Although he is very cute, cute and obedient, it still cannot change that Mo Tiantian is still at the age where children love to mess around.

"Don't dare, don't dare, really don't dare." Mo Huangtian, whose face was pale with fright, said hastily.

"Remember it, or I will spank you next time if you commit a crime again." Mo Bai's face paled slightly.

When Mo Tiantian heard the words, he hurriedly covered his little buttocks.

Asking Mo Tiantian to reflect on himself, Mo Bai looked at the messy desk with a headache.

After experiencing Mo Huang's rush, scratching and kicking, the neat desk has long been a mess, and it doesn't look like it can be restored to its original state.

The most embarrassing thing for Mo Bai was that he saw something he shouldn't have seen in a table of scattered documents - the letter from the Qu family in Luo Ziyan's mouth.

More than a dozen letters with the wax seal of "Qu" were scattered on the table and on the ground, and Mo Bai didn't know how to react for a while.