The ancestral hall of the Mo family is like a palace, from a distance, you can feel its majestic momentum.

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

"Is this your family's ancestral hall?"

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

"...not without..."

"What's wrong?" Mo Xing's expression froze, and he quickly looked around. "When we built this ancestral hall, we also invited Feng Shui masters. This is a treasure land of Feng Shui, which can be prosperous forever..."

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

Mo Xing: "..."

"To put it simply, your family is too rich!"

"I don't understand yet? I mean that your family is really willing to spend money. I don't know. I thought it was your family's palace!"

Mo Xing smiled and replied, "What is this? You haven't seen the main hall of our house, it might not be as powerful as the hall of the Lord..."

Feng Chenglin was instantly dumbfounded, and was speechless.

Angrily, he replied with two words: ... when I didn't say it! !

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

Ling Luoyu was about to speak, but his eyes went past him and looked behind him.

Mo Xing's heart moved, and he immediately turned to look, his expression changed.

"It's the patriarch!"

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

He has long silver hair, gentle eyes, a faint smile on his face, and his whole person is so gentle.

Such an image, and Mo Shiyu, who was meticulously calculated and full of scheming from Mo Xing's mouth, was not a person at all.

"Three young masters," Feng Chenglin seemed to be uncomfortable shaking his shoulders and leaned back slightly, "Can I tell the truth?"

"When can't you tell?"

"I feel like this guy..."

As soon as the voice was over, he didn't speak again.

Mo Xing heard it, but took over the words: "Mr. Feng, do you want to say that our patriarch is elegant and elegant, and is a modest gentleman?"

"I guess it's not just me, anyone would say that, right?" Feng Chenglin twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled thoughtfully, "Look at his aura, his demeanor, stop there, then He is a gentleman!"

With a sideways glance, he looked at Ling Luoyu again.

"Don't you think he looks familiar?"

Ling Luoyu had already guessed what he meant, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Gu Lan!"

"Yes!" Feng Chenglin slapped his thigh fiercely, as if he had won a five million jackpot.

"To be honest, from the first time I saw him, I had that feeling. It was just a punch, like a living Gu Lan, standing in front of us again!"

Mo Xing asked curiously, "Who is Gu Lan?"

Feng Chenglin pushed his face away and turned to one side, obviously not wanting to answer this question, and still talking to himself.

"Especially the kind of gentlemen on the surface, the aura of the villain in the heart is exactly the same!"

Mo Xing still asked, "Who the **** 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..."