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 a young man from your country had 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 be able to handle it with just a 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 Kai was standing next to him. Erth 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 looked like he was scared to death and breathed a long sigh of relief.
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!
This country is really scary. 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 leaf catkins fell down and got on Xinxia's black head. Mo Fan took them off, but couldn't help but stroke her soft silk. ?●●. ▼
Slowly, Mo Fan placed his hand next to Xinxia's ear and slid it onto her plump, jade-like cheek.
The other hand passed through the silk inadvertently, and Mo Fan hugged her from behind, immersed in the fragrance of green bamboo and beauty...
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 and I will tear down their temple." Mo Fan said.
Xinxia laughed, but there was a sparkle in the corner of her eyes, where she held it.
Although she is a psychic 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 a calm place, and he didn't like to be inactive, but sometimes Mo Fan walked too fast, and Xinxia couldn't catch up with him. Most of the time, he could only stay somewhere quietly. Waiting...
Xinxia often dreams of Mo Fan coming back covered in bruises. He is walking towards her, but loses strength and falls down halfway. She wants to walk towards him, but she can'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.
Both Groken and Dicaeus breathed a sigh of relief. They could see that the great mentor was 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 in at least a week. If you like Hangzhou, just ask the presiding judge to reimburse you during the Hangzhou Tourism Week. If you don't like it, you can go back to India first and come to pick him up in 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 it for a while, and finally compromised with Mo Fan.
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 take a stroll around the West Lake and appreciate the scenery of the West Lake in detail, and then they can play in two or three days.
At the West Lake, two foreign friends shook their heads as if they were talking!
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.
In a few weeks, Mo Fan will also go to the national government to report, and he will have seven days to spend time with Xinxia without feeling ashamed.
Mo Fan has thought about everything and goes to Wuzhen, which has long been famous. 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, so you can go shopping during the day. , take a look at it at night, have sex late at night, it couldn’t be more wonderful!
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"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. You dare to suck my blood, you're not afraid of mutation!" Mo Fan, wearing a mental patient's pajamas, rushed over and chased the mosquito that had just sucked his blood.
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 in fact he had other motives. He threw the unsuspecting Xinxia down on the bed, and the coiled silk was all messy. The ones dispersed.
The room was filled with fragrance, and Yin Ling's charming smile, Mo Fan took the opportunity to have sex. It was white and tender, watery and fragrant. You know, 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! !
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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 windows, the arch bridge is covered with moon frost, and a young woman is walking alone. Her steps are light, her skirt is swaying, her voluptuous willow waist and cherry buttocks are reflected on the clear river...
The woman was walking, walking, and her body suddenly disappeared in the middle of the road, 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...
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. Her bare feet lightly touched the tiles, and then flew further away. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the melancholy night.
