Realistic Game - Chapter 1170 ideological inheritor

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"Why do you call me daddy?"

Mo Lan asked aloud.

"Because it will be easier to accept when I call you God the Father, you will be easier to accept, and others will be easier to accept."

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't say anything. This is indeed the case. If he called God the Father directly, it might not be so easy to accept. After all, the principle of lifting the roof first and then opening the windows is interoperable everywhere.

Of course, the premise is that you have to be as capable and valuable as the goddess of the magic net, otherwise no one will take care of you if you call it father or grandpa, and you can still open the window?

When it comes to lifting the roof, people will be hung up and beaten.

Mo Lan nodded, accepting the answer. He was not surprised that the goddess of the magic net had such a mind. This is a god, and the **** who just spoke out is also a god.

It may not be omnipotent, but knowledge in the field of rules is definitely profound, so this is not surprising.

Mo Lan continued to ask immediately.

"Then why do you want to call me God Father again? To call me God Father, to make everyone accept it, you still think so much? Do so much?"

"Because you are really my Father God."

The goddess of the magic net said naturally.

"The idea of ​​the magic net is created by you, the magic net is branded by you, your ideas run through, your thoughts run through, and even my own thinking is greatly influenced by your thoughts.

Although we are not related by blood, we communicate with each other at a higher level of thought. It is inheritance and inheritance. This inheritance and inheritance are much closer than blood relationship, so you are indeed my father. god.

If I hadn't thought that calling you father or father would cause you a lot of trouble, I would prefer to call you father or father. "

The goddess of the magic net said seriously.

"Of course, I know it's hard for you to accept it, and you haven't gotten married yet. Considering it all, I still think it's easier to accept your name as God Father, and it won't affect your marriage."

Mo Lan was helpless when she heard the words.

"You're so thoughtful. You've thought about everything I haven't gotten married yet."

Mo Lan was suddenly startled.

"Huh? Wait, I haven't gotten married yet, even the gods who have just been born already know about it?

Could this have been branded into the rules? "

The goddess of the magic net blinked, but did not speak, Mo Lan smiled helplessly when she saw this.

"Call me Master Mo Lan in the future, and there's no need to treat me as your godfather. I'm just a mage, and the magic net is just one of my works. You are just a **** born from the magic net, heaven, earth, and sentient beings, and it has nothing to do with me. , Heaven and Earth are your God and Father."

Mo Lan felt that what he said was a bit overwhelming, but the goddess of the magic net said nothing, just nodded.

"Okay, Mage Mo Lan."

Mo Lan heard the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, stood up, turned around and waved her hand to leave.

Turning his back to the Goddess of the Magic Web, he said while leaving.

"The wider coverage of the magic net as possible, the wider in the spatial sense, and the wider in the application.

In the sense of space, you don't have to be limited to this game world. Other worlds can also need magic nets, and the cosmic starry sky can also need magic nets. The magic nets are so low that they will all be turned into civilizations.

In terms of application, compared to the battle side, the magic net is more suitable for the life side. You don't need to spend too much thought on the battle, but you can spend ten times or a hundred times the energy to expand the width of the life side and the application side.

As for battles... the size is large enough to crush people to death, and any skill is a cloud. "