The Mo family’s ancestral hall is like a palace, and you can feel its majestic momentum from afar.

Feng Chenglin took two steps, patted Mo Xing on the shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"Is this your ancestral hall?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Mo Xing glanced at the ancestral hall in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

“…It’s not without…”

"What's wrong?" Mo Xing looked shaking and looked around quickly. "When we built this ancestral hall, we also invited Feng Shui masters. This is a Feng Shui treasure land that can last forever..."

"I didn't talk about Feng Shui," Feng Chenglin interrupted him impatiently: "I'm talking about money, money..."

Mo Xing: "..."

"In a simple sentence, your family is too rich!"

“…”

"I haven't understood yet? I mean your family is really willing to spend money. I don't know, but I thought it was your house!"

Mo Xing smiled and replied, "What's this? You have never seen our main hall, and that momentum may not be inferior to the God Lord's palace..."

Feng Chenglin was mute in an instant and was speechless.

He replied with a few words in disappointment:...I didn't say it!!

Mo Xing didn't know what he said wrong, and looked at Ling Luoyu in confusion and a little embarrassed.

Ling Luoyu was about to speak, but his eyes passed by him and looked behind him.

Mo Xingxin was moved, and immediately turned around and looked at it, his face changed.

"It's the patriarch!"

In front of the ancestral hall, a man wearing a crescent white silk shirt stood gracefully.

He had long silver hair, gentle eyes, and a smile that seemed to be there and nothing, and he was so gentle that he was so gentle.

Such an image is not the same as Mo Shiyu, who is full of scheming in Mo Xing's mouth.

"San Young Master," Feng Chenglin seemed to shake his shoulders uncomfortable and leaned back slightly, "Can I tell the truth?"

"When can't you say it?"

"I feel like this guy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't speak again.

Mo Xing heard this, but took over the sentence: "Mr. Feng, do you want to say that our family leader is elegant and romantic, and he is a humble gentleman?"

"I guess it's not just me who wants to say that, anyone will say that, right?" Feng Chenglin twitched his lips and smiled thoughtfully, "Look at his aura and expression, just stand there, that's a gentleman!"

He glanced at Ling Luoyu again.

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Ling Luoyu had long guessed what he meant, and there was a seemingly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Gu Lan!"

"Yes!" Feng Chenglin slapped his thighs suddenly, as if he had won a five million prize, and he was so happy.

"To be honest, from the first time I saw him just now, I felt that way. It was just a scorching eye, just like a living Gu Lan, standing in front of us again!"

Mo Xing said curiously: "Who is Gu Lan?"

Feng Chenglin pushed his face away and turned to the side. Obviously he didn't want to answer this question, and he still said it on his own.

"Especially their aura of a gentleman on the surface and a villain on the inside is exactly the same!"

Mo Xing still asked unwillingly: "Who are you talking about?"

Feng Chenglin covered his mouth again, still talking about his own thoughts.

"The most important thing is that both of them give me the same feeling..."
Chapter completed!