Chapter 1757 Temple of Light【5】

Knowing that her husband has always wanted Mo Han to die, what would happen even if she admitted it?

But when I thought about Qin'er, I didn't bother to answer: "I don't know!"

"Didn't you do it?" Mo Gan was surprised and continued: "Then this kid was captured by the demons and survived. His life is too great."

Speaking of the demon clan, Lin Yanlan thought of Mo Qin's death, and immediately looked impatient: "Can you stop talking about it? Qin'er's body is still cold, do you still have the heart to pay attention to these things?"

Seeing Lin Yanlan getting angry, Mo Gan finally calmed down.

However, he also looked at Lin Yanlan and said: "Of course I am very sad about Qin'er's matter as a father, but it is useless to be sad. Now if we want to take a long-term view, we will be able to sit on the position of the Palace Master of the Black Ink Clan.

Only in this way can we protect the next descendants. Otherwise... no matter how many children we have, they will never end up like Qin'er."

Although this is realistic, it is how it is in big families.

Lin Yanlan also knew such rules, so she fell silent and stopped talking.

I just thought that Mo Han still had so many years left, and sooner or later he would fall into her hands, so there was no threat.

But little did they know that from the moment Mo Han asked Baili Wenrou not to kill Lin Yanlan, he had already decided to avenge himself. It is not certain who will be the leader in this scene.

Therefore, people from all over the world worship this place and worship the current Lord of the Hall of Light, thinking that he is the reincarnation of the God of Light.

Seeing the people of the Mo clan, a young divine envoy came slowly with a team of divine soldiers of light. He looked at Mo Xuan and others and said, "Come with me! The palace master is waiting for you."

There is more than one Holy Palace of Light under the Temple of Light, and each Holy Palace of Light is equivalent to the distribution of a place.

The huge White House stands at the top of the central city in Shifangtian.

Because this is the Temple of Light, a sacred place that is said to have inherited the most powerful power from the descendants of the God of Light.

After all, he immediately followed the young divine envoy respectfully and cautiously, and asked, "Master Guangyang, does he know when the palace master will call us this time?"

The Temple of Light is very large, countless times larger than the palace of the Lord of the Human Race.

The gorgeous and huge palace is extremely luxurious and makes people worship it at the highest level.

Pedestrians passing by glanced at the White House, with incomparable awe in their eyes.

And under this magnificent palace with glittering gold, several convoys were slowly driving in.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Xuan and others?

All the surrounding Divine Soldiers of the Temple of Light saw the sign of the carriage and respectfully stepped back to let them pass.

When the word "Palace Master" was mentioned, even Mo Xuan, Mo Yan and others felt panic flash in the depths of their eyes.

And the Black Ink Clan is the fixed point that belongs to the Temple of Light. But just this fixed point has allowed the family that was chosen to become the Holy Palace to flourish. Many people worship and respect it. It can be imagined that the Temple of Light has a status in everyone's heart.

How high is it?

At this time, after everyone's carriage entered the outer hall, they could only get down and walk.

Guangyang is the young divine envoy in front of him. His status is similar to Ruobing, but he is not as powerful or as favored as Ruobing.

Therefore, the status is naturally quite different.

Upon hearing this question, Guangyang slowly turned his head to look at the group of people, and said with a half-smile in his eyes: "You really don't know what's going on?"

"Is this...about Lord Ruobing?" Mo Yan asked respectfully.
Chapter completed!