Mo Lin’s mood suddenly relaxed, and he didn’t have anything to tidy up, but he still went back to his cell and gave Xiao Bai a signal before he changed rooms with Prissy.
This time, I didn’t sit in an iron cage or tie my hands. After seven Catharine in the corridor, Prissy soon came to a bright and spacious circular vault building with Mo Lin.
At present, this vault building maintains the simple style of Mohism, which can effectively expand such a huge scale and build a variety of buildings, showing the achievements of Mohism architecture
"This is a round-house brig, and it’s a mistake. The Mohists have been thinking about you for a few days. Just wait here for news," said Prissy, knocking on the door.
In front of Molin’s door, there is an oil lamp on to light up the room. It is much better to decorate or feel from the room than a stone cell.
"Don’t worry about staying for a few more days. I think everything will come out soon." Prissy said to Mo Lin in a rare gentle tone
Ink Lin nodded and walked into the room behind the door but there was no lock.
Although it has been changed by the eye, it clearly shows the attitude of Mohism, which makes Mo Lin feel somewhat comforted.
"Squeak …" A white shadow flashed in front of the door and squeezed in through the gap in the door. It was a small white.
"Hey, hey, boss, it seems that you will be able to go out soon if you change here." The little white room is probably trying to find out what to eat.
"Yes," Molin laughed. After nearly a month in prison, he finally saw the hope that he had been bearing the burden and relieved more than half.
"The first thing after going out is to eat roast chicken!" Xiaobai is wandering around the house, never forgetting to eat.
"No problem" Molin crossed the way.
Xiao Bai suddenly stopped, twitched his nose a few times and jumped to Mo Lin’s shoulder and whispered, "There is a very powerful guy next door."
Mo Lin Zheng "How do you know?"
"I smell that guy next door has two kinds of powers like you," Xiao Bai vowed.
"Two psionic powers!" Molin was surprised.
"And he’s very young and never older than you," Xiao Bai said. "One of his stronger psionics should be awakened soon, and another is being opened."
"Cultivate two kinds of psionic young people?" The first name that came out of Mo Lin’s mind was Yang Li.
Ink Lin is seen many times. Yang Li has always admired him from the battle, but Yang Li still stays in the true qi stage despite his genius title.
Psionic pow and true qi are two completely different realms, and true qi is that pow and psionic power in the initial stage of martial arts are not the same. Even with powerful true qi, it is hard to match the ordinary psionic realm. Although Mo Lin, a practitioner of martial arts, woke up psionic power by mistake, it should be easy to deal with people in the qi stage.
Although he already has a rare strength among young people, Molin remembers that Yang Li is still a tall genius, so when Xiaobai mentioned that there was a powerful young man next door, he immediately thought of Yang Li’s name.
"I’m going to have a look." Xiaobai is as curious as his appetite.
"You should be careful not to find out" Molin busy way.
"Don’t worry, even if he made five psionic powers, he couldn’t find me." Xiaobai disdained that Baiying flashed out from the crack of the door.
A moment later, Xiao Bai came back. As soon as he got into the door, he jumped into Mo Lin’s arms.
"Who is it?" Ink Lin curious to ask
Xiaobaiyang swept his head with his head and tail. "It’s a dark boy. He’s very strong. He’s practicing silence in an ink coat."
"Black boy?" The small white shape and Mo Lin’s impression of Yang Li did not match, and he asked the man what he looked like. A flash of light flashed in his mind and he remembered someone.
"Is it Mo Ran?"
If there is anyone among the younger generation of Mohist who impressed Mo Lin the most, it is Mo Ran besides Yang Li.
The newcomer’s trial, Sai Mo Ran, passed by and met Yang Li in the semi-final. The wonderful battle between them has always been kept in Mo Lin’s memory, and he has always regarded these two people as his own role models.
In particular, Mo Lin has always been in doubt about the outcome of that game. Somehow, he always feels that Mo Ran deliberately lost that game.
It is precisely because of the deep memory of Mo Ran that the person next door must be Mo Ran.
"He has awakened psionic powers and cultivated two kinds without making a sound?" Mo Lin feels cold all over. If Mo Ran really has such strength, what is it that he deliberately lost to Yang Li? It’s too heavy for you to do anything, isn’t it