Lin Mo Is Not Lin Mo

After entering, Lin Yan was speechless, not knowing where to start.

On one hand, he had only awakened his memories of his previous life at the age of 16. To him, Lin Mo's image in the past was a little unfamiliar.

On the other hand, he was Lin Yan himself after all. For a moment, he had extremely complicated feelings for Lin Mo.

Fortunately, he had already thought of his words previously. At this moment, his face was covered by the Black Tortoise Divine Armor, so he naturally did not directly reveal his identity. Instead, he used another name to probe.

He immediately said coldly, "Lin Mo, your matter has been exposed!"

At this moment, Lin Mo was fiddling with an earthen jar. In the jar were Lin Yan's two Formless Clones.

His face was expressionless. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lin Yan walked in and casually fiddled with the various decorations in the room. "Does Zhao Pan know that you have this house here?"