Lingling picked up her phone and dialed Mo Fan's number immediately.
But the phone screen was completely black, and it was only then that she realized that the phone had long been out of power.
Standing in front of the hotel window, Lingling found that Canton Tower was not very far from her residence, so she hurried towards Canton Tower without even changing her clothes.
When we arrived at Canton Tower, the young lady inside told Lingling that Mo Fan was at the top.
Lingling got on the elevator and ran up happily until she reached the windy observation deck.
The entire prosperous city was at her feet, and even the clouds and mist seemed within reach. Lingling saw Mo Fan, who was sitting on the railing, wondering what he was thinking about.
Lingling ran forward and was about to tell Mo Fan about her important discovery, but the moment Mo Fan raised his head, Lingling knew something bad had happened.
This made Lingling wonder whether she should speak or not.
"What...what's wrong?" Lingling was a little nervous, because after getting along with Mo Fan for so long, she rarely saw Mo Fan with such an expression.
You could clearly see the anger about to burst out from his eyes, but his whole person was as calm as a piece of ice.
"Old Feng, he's dead." Mo Fan spit out these four words, but his heart was extremely depressed! !
Not long ago, he was as happy as a child, showing off and sharing his research results to himself. He stood with his waist in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at Guangzhou. He said excitedly but calmly that he could bring about innovation.
The people who can change the world are definitely not reckless people like me who fight and kill, but people like Feng Zhoulong who have devoted their lives to research. They do not serve the powerful or the nobles, but serve the whole world. Humanity.
But just when his results were about to be made public and available to everyone, he died unexpectedly.
He didn't die in his own home, nor in his studio, but in the Asian Magic Association, at the place where he went to apply for the World Dharma...
Every technique is a forbidden technique if it has not been reviewed by the Supreme Magic Association.
Therefore, Feng Zhoulong must go to the headquarters of the Asian Magic Association in person, and at the same time apply, he must show the results of his innovation to the Supreme Magic Association.
It is in such a safest and most authoritative place in the world that an unnatural death occurs, and the person who dies happens to be Feng Zhoulong, a magic scholar who is about to bring about magic innovation.
Unreasonable and makes people furious!
It's a coincidence that makes people want to tear up that rotten and incompetent magic system!
“Hufufufu~~~~~~~~~~~~~”
A stronger gust of wind hit him.
In the clouds and mist, a creature with extremely long wings hovered less than ten meters above the observation deck. Its appearance caused people in Canton Tower and the square to exclaim.
A dragon...
Appeared in downtown Guangzhou, and hung right on the Canton Tower!
Mo Fan stood up. At this time, the wind dragon slowly lowered its body, allowing Mo Fan to step on its back by stepping on its tail.
"Where are you going??" Lingling said.
"There is no news of Sharjah's death yet." Mo Fan said.
"I'll go with you..." Lingling also wanted to climb up.
"No." Mo Fan said in a serious tone.
Lingling stood there, a little aggrieved and a little scared.
When Mo Fan saw her like this, the ice on his face melted slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch her little head.
"Didn't you look in the mirror when you went out? How could a girl be so unkempt?" Mo Fan said softly.
"I have a very bad premonition, very bad. Mo Fan, you shouldn't be the one to take part in this matter..." Lingling's tears were already rolling.
Some places are scarier than the devil's nest where demons are infested, and that's where Mo Fan is going now.
Humans are always like this, more greedy and cruel than devils, they like to live in groups, but they like to fight and fight more than any other creature!
Feng Zhoulong's death, no matter what the cause, was so terrifying that it made Lingling tremble all over and send chills down her spine.
Mo Fan is going to a place where people are full of monsters and monsters, what will happen? ?
Lingling would rather Mo Fan fight with the Black Church than go to that place!
No one can live well once he wants to change.
This is how the Son died.
Being dragged into the abyss of darkness, never to be resurrected.
Mo Fan is not as powerful as the Holy Son, nor does he have the influence he had back then. In the eyes of some senior officials of the Asian Magic Association, he is just a minor player.
Feng Zhoulong was involved in such a black tide, and if Mo Fan went there, the same result would be the same.
"Don't go, Mo Fan... there are so many hidden dangers on the coastline, so many sea monsters, we need you here." Lingling's voice was a bit pleading. There is an abyss where no one can reach out to help.
"The sea monsters can't be killed, and I alone have limited power. It's Lao Feng's life's work, and it's the hope of all our mages. It can't be left alone." Mo Fan held Lingling in his arms and comforted her.
Mo Fan knows it very well.
Compared with Feng Zhoulong's fusion method, many Forbidden Curse Masters are not as good as him, let alone himself.
By continuing to stay on the coastline where monsters are swarming, Mo Fan may be able to save one city, two cities, three cities...
But there are thousands of coastline cities.
In this disaster, what the nearly 20,000 kilometers of coastline really needs is not the insignificant Mo Fan, but the Dharma for all beings that can make every city and every mage stronger.
Even the Asian Magic Association, the supreme temple of magic.
Mo Fan also has to ask them for it!
"Eat well, sleep well, and take care of yourself. Even if you are naturally beautiful, you cannot be so sloppy because you concentrate on research. Also, don't tell anyone where I am going." Mo Fan stroked Lingling's little head and said seriously. .
"If you die, I will starve myself to the skin and bones, have non-mainstream tattoos on my face and body, drop out of school, fall in love early, have an abortion, and become the person you most despise, feel the most distressed about, and want to strangle me to death with your own hands. , so that your spirit will have no peace in heaven!" Lingling replied equally seriously.
"..."
Stepping on the back of Fengluo Yalong, Mo Fan subconsciously used his hands to support Fengluo Yalong's back bones.
To avoid accidentally slipping and falling, the magic happens to be stuck.
For some reason, Mo Fan had such a premonition.
Lingling's words will linger in my mind for three days. Whenever I feel a little impulsive or passionate, this voice will slap me in the face like a cold slap, reminding me all the time:
Be steady.
Don't waste time.
Never give it away.
Send a wave, and something big will happen! !
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"Fenglonglong, fly slower and be careful not to speed. Fly well and don't play tricks."
Mo Fan specifically told Feng Luo Yalong Dao.
"I didn't drink from the bar. I just drank soda. If you drink, you won't go to heaven. God doesn't drink."
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