When Groken heard Tang Zhong's words, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"It turns out that Teacher Mo is a national player. No wonder his strength is so outstanding at such a young age. I thought that a young man from China could have such strength. It was a false alarm..." Groken said righteously.
Groken crushes Mo Fangui and Mo Fan in terms of combat power, but it also depends on how old he is. If it were another young mage, Groken would have solved it with just a lift of his hand.
"Um... I'd like to take the liberty to ask, that... that snake is probably not your summoned beast... If that's the case, I will suggest that our temple academy abstains from this national battle." Di on the side Caius asked weakly.
"It is our patron saint of Hangzhou. Mo Fan once saved it when it was in the most danger, so when Mo Fan is in danger, it will appear." Tang Zhong explained with a smile.
"That's it." Dicaeus let out a long sigh of relief with an expression that scared the baby to death.
If this snake were a summoned beast, it would be able to maintain a crushing attitude even in the battle between the kings of the world, not to mention the battle between the kingdoms. It would be ridiculously strong!
China is a terrible place. After finishing your work, you should go back to Athens, Greece as soon as possible.
"I will discuss it with her privately," Mo Fan said.
…
Mo Fan pushed Xinxia towards the bamboo forest, and a few pointed leaves fell down and got stuck on Xinxia's black hair. Mo Fan took them off, but couldn't help but stroke her soft hair.
Slowly, Mo Fan placed his hand next to Xinxia's ear and slid it onto her plump, jade-like cheek.
The other hand accidentally passed through the hair, and Mo Fan hugged her from behind, immersed in the fragrance of green bamboo and the fragrance of hair...
Xinxia closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and peace of mind quietly.
"Brother Mo Fan, I think I'd better go." After an unknown amount of time, Xinxia herself broke the tranquility.
"Why?" Mo Fan asked.
"It's pretty good there," Xinxia said, lowering her head and looking at her legs.
"Well, if someone bullies you, tell me as soon as possible. I will tear down their temple." Mo Fan said.
Xinxia laughed, but there was a sparkle in the corner of her eyes, held there.
Although she is a spiritual mage, Xinxia found that she was actually very bad at expressing her inner thoughts.
She knew that Mo Fan didn't like to stay in the same place. I don’t even like doing nothing, but sometimes Mo Fan walks too fast and Xinxia can’t catch up. Most of the time, he can only stay somewhere and wait quietly...
Xinxia often dreams of Mo Fan coming back with bruises all over his body and him walking towards her. Halfway through, she collapsed without strength. She wanted to walk towards him, but she couldn't. I can only watch, just watch, unable to do anything.
Xinxia actually does not reject the Parthenon. After all, it is the temple of every healing mage.
If this kind of dream reappears, she can heal his injuries or walk towards him...
…
"We have discussed that she can go to the Parthenon." Mo Fan pushed Xinxia back to the stone table.
Groken and Deceas both breathed a huge sigh of relief. It can be seen that the great mentor is an extraordinary person, otherwise why would he put so much pressure on them.
"Then I'll book the flight now." Groken said.
"Who said it's now? You can come to pick me up after at least a week. If you like Hangzhou, just travel to Hangzhou for a week and let the presiding judge reimburse you. If you don't like it, you can go back to India first and come to pick him up after a week. People." Mo Fan said.
"It's Greece!!!" Groken's face darkened, with a hint of roaring.
"It doesn't make any difference, you can figure it out yourself." Mo Fan said.
Groken and Dicaeus discussed for a while. In the end, Mo Fan compromised.
The two of them probably didn't want to go back to scold the great mentor, so they definitely stayed in Hangzhou and took Xinxia to the Parthenon Academy in a week.
Tang Zhong suggested that they visit the West Lake and see the scenery of the West Lake. After tasting it carefully, it will take two or three days to pass.
When the West Lake was mentioned, the two foreign friends shook their heads like garlic!
Even if you give them money, they won’t go to that place! !
…
Tang Zhong would naturally entertain the two Parthenon nobles, but Mo Fan himself was too lazy to spoil them.
A week later, Mo Fan was going to report to the government, and he had exactly seven days to spend time with Xinxia without feeling ashamed.
Mo Fan has thought of everything. Go to the long-famous Wuzhen. This place is actually the most suitable for couples. You can see fresh shops, small cafes, small bars, retro and stylish hotels and inns everywhere. You can stroll around during the day, check it out at night, and have sex late at night. Bang bang, it couldn’t be more wonderful!
…
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped"
This clear and melodious sound came inadvertently from the gap in the paper window of a certain elegant little house.
"Brother Mo Fan, I told you to turn on the mosquito killer lamp." Xinxia said seriously.
"It's okay, I'll beat them to death. I dare to suck my blood, and I'm not afraid of mutation!" Mo Fan, wearing a pair of pajamas designed for mental patients, rushed over and chased a mosquito that had just taken his blood and beat him wildly. .
Some people may ask, why not use magic?
What a joke, using magic to deal with these mosquitoes, where is the dignity! !
"Here, kid, where are you running away!" Mo Fan chased Xinxia to her bedside. It looked like he was swatting away mosquitoes, but actually he had other intentions. He threw the unsuspecting Xinxia down on the bed and tied up her hair. The children scattered messily.
The room was filled with fragrance and Yin Ling's charming smile. Mo Fan took the chance and had sex for a while. It was white and tender, watery and fragrant. You must know that since the top of Huashan Mountain has been closed to tourists, it is really Zhao Ritiandu sitting on the edge of the mountain cliff. No one cared about it, Mo Fan didn't feel how great it was to be so heroic and soaring into the sky, he only felt endless sadness on the dangerous peak.
Xinxia is going to study abroad soon. God knows when we can meet. Riding the dark moon and the wind... No, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. No matter what, we have to get down to business! !
…
The ancient town is quiet, the moonlight is hazy, and there are a few boats tied to the shore floating on the flowing Qinghe River, gently knocking on the stone wall.
There are some waves on the paper window, the arch bridge is covered with moon frost, a young woman is walking alone, her steps are light, her skirt is swaying, her plump willow waist and cherry butt are reflected on the clear river...
The woman was walking, walking, and her body suddenly disappeared in the middle of the path, which was extremely strange.
Not long after, a huge white moth flew up from the center of the bridge. The sound of flapping wings was like a cool breeze, and ripples appeared in the calm river water...
It had a pair of smart eyes. When it flew up, it looked nearby, as if to confirm whether anyone had seen it.
She was very flexible and quickly flew to the eaves. A pair of bare jade feet touched the tiles lightly, and flew further away. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the melancholy night. (To be continued.)
