Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Early morning, in the basement.

"Wait, Xiao Lei, you're using too many lightning bolts. If this continues, it'll..."

"Bang!!!"

A huge explosion rang out, and black smoke slowly drifted out.

"Cough cough... Honestly, the flames aren't ready yet, and we can't inject so much lightning..."

Mo Xie coughed a few times, reached out and fanned the thick black smoke in front of him, and said irritably.

His white clothes had turned black, and his face was covered in dust, making him look somewhat comical.

"Eee~~ Eee~~"

Little Lei flew to Mo Xie's side, its infant body also covered in dust.

Its large eyes were fixed on Moye, with a few tears glistening in them, as if they could speak.

Daddy, please don't scold me, okay? I didn't mean it!
Mo Xie and Xiao Lei had established a spiritual connection, so Mo Xie understood what Xiao Lei was babbling about and smiled helplessly.

He was quite surprised when he first learned that the little guy called him "Dad," never expecting that he would have a son at such a young age.

He reached out and ruffled Xiao Lei's hair, laughing in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Alright, what kind of father gets angry with his own child? I'm not blaming you. The problem is that I was too impatient and wanted to try a higher level of forging techniques."

It's funny, but during my morning exercise, it suddenly occurred to me that now that I have Little Thunder, I wonder if my forging skills will improve.

Xiao Lei has a natural affinity and control over the lightning attribute. With its help during forging, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?
Thinking of this, he immediately woke up Xiao Lei, who was sleeping soundly, and began to study forging techniques.

The result was obvious; the forging process did not seem to go smoothly.

Mo Xie felt that he was being a bit delusional. In his current forging technique, the three elements of lightning, fire, and ice were in a triangular balance. If the energy of any one element was too large, it would very likely lead to forging failure.

Besides, Little Lei was only born yesterday and is still in its infancy. Of course, it doesn't have enough control over the lightning attribute yet. It has to wait until it reaches the juvenile stage before it can do so.

Sigh, it's my fault for being too impatient. How could I let Xiao Lei do something beyond his capabilities?

"babble!"

Upon hearing Mo Xie's words, Xiao Lei's pouting lips immediately lifted, and she happily circled around him several times before finally nuzzling his face affectionately.

"Alright, alright, the little one is so clingy, let's go out first."

After leaving the underground training room, I prepared to go back to my room to take a shower and change my clothes.

As soon as I opened the door, by sheer coincidence, Ye Xinxia, ​​who had just gotten up, was taking off her nightgown and changing into the clothes she was going to wear that day.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, shimmering slightly in the sunlight.

The exaggerated, graceful curves were reflected in her pupils, causing Mo Xie's gaze to momentarily falter.

Feeling the gazes fixed on her, Ye Xinxia acted as if nothing had happened and calmly put on her clothes and skirt.

After tidying up her clothes, she noticed the dust on Mo Xie's body and her mouth opened slightly.

"Brother Moye, didn't you go for your morning exercise? Why did you get yourself into this state?"

Xiao Lei happily flew over, and the infant body nestled in Ye Xinxia's arms.

It was woken up early by its father for morning exercise and needs to rest well, after all, it's still a little one.

Ye Xinxia gently held Xiao Lei in her arms. She had learned of the little guy's existence yesterday and liked him very much.

"Oh, something happened, I want to take a shower."

Mo Xie mumbled something, turning his head slightly away, somewhat unable to meet Ye Xinxia's gaze.

They share a bed and are used to being completely honest with each other; changing clothes in front of each other is commonplace for them.

But today was different. The moment he saw that flawless, white body, especially that magnificent place, he couldn't help but recall the unforgettable events of last night...

Ye Xinxia, ​​with her meticulous mind, naturally noticed the unusual and intense gaze Mo Xie was giving her today, and secretly rejoiced.

Last night, under the pretext of "punishing the other party's actions," I gave Moye a full-body massage.

Although it was my first time and my technique wasn't very good, I was still very skillful, self-taught, and had a strong ability to learn.

In no time, he had mastered the skill, which made Brother Moye let out a soft moan in comfort.

Not only that, she also specially sent out her treasured magic tools for this massage.

She always wears this magical artifact; it's a special healing artifact that can restore a person's condition to its best after use!

She meticulously maintained this magical artifact every day, and its appearance was as if it were made of pure white jade, smooth and delicate.

The front of the magic tool is inlaid with two pink agate gems, which look very tempting.

Overall, she was fairly satisfied with her massage performance last night. Although it was a long and tiring session, she was happy as long as it made her brother Moxie feel comfortable.

"Brother Moye".

Hearing Ye Xinxia's soft call, Mo Xie slowly turned his head. The two looked at each other silently, and an intimate atmosphere gradually filled the bedroom. After a moment of eye contact, Mo Xie's body stiffened as he recalled the scene from last night when Ye Xinxia knelt in front of him tenderly, holding the magical artifact in her hands and carefully massaging him.

"Um... I'm going to take a shower now!"

He spoke rapidly, grabbed his change of clothes from the bed, and fled into the bathroom as if escaping.

Watching Mo Xie's disheveled figure, Ye Xinxia touched Xiao Lei's sleeping face and chuckled.

"Xiao Lei, your dad's shy~"

However, when she thought about what she had done last night, her pretty face flushed, and she raised her hand to touch her cheek.

Hmm, not sticky...

——·——

Inside a private room of a coffee shop in Shanghai.

"boom!"

A burly man slammed a coffee cup on the table. Surprisingly, although the coffee inside shook and churned violently, it did not spill out.

His forehead veins bulged, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes revealed hatred as he spoke angrily.

"Damn it, what does that Salang think we are? We're not her dogs, yet she orders us around like that!"

Across from him sat a man in a suit and tie, a stark contrast to the burly man.

He remained calm, his eyes lowered, stirred the coffee in his cup, took a small sip, and said indifferently.

"You're still the same as ever. When are you going to change that irritable temper?"

"I'm just so angry!"

The burly man shrugged and retorted angrily.

“We were both Blue-Robed Stewards, after all. We used to have a very prestigious job working under Lord Jiuying.”

"Look at this now, we have the identity of blue-robed deacons, but we live like black-robed priests. How is this possible?"

"As time went by, everyone forgot that the cardinal in the Chinese region was actually Lord Jiuying, and it was Salang who was feared by all!"

The man in the suit put down his cup and sighed helplessly.

"After all, we were forced to take over, so it's normal that they don't trust us."

"I knew we shouldn't have surrendered back then. We were Lord Jiuying's capable henchmen, and we were only helping him cover for him. Otherwise, we wouldn't have ended up in this state!"

The man in the suit glanced sideways at the burly man, smirked, and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, if you don't surrender, are you waiting to be executed on the spot?"

“That’s not what I meant… By the way, have you heard that Salang dotes on a certain boy?”

"Well, I heard."

The man in the suit nodded. He had naturally heard about working under Salang, or rather, everyone among the blue-clad butlers knew about it.

"Look, this is the kid."

The burly man pulled out a copy of the Shanghai Daily, which happened to have a photo of Mo Xie and a report on the incident of the Mingzhu University Gymnasium turning into a demon.

The media reports highly praised Mo Xie's heroic actions.

"He's quite good-looking. Could he be Salang's secret kept man?"

“I suspect it’s possible, and I’ve investigated. This kid is Chenxi’s boss.”

"Chenxi's behind-the-scenes boss? Interesting..."

The man in the suit narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an expression of interest, and tapped the table with his finger.

"Tell me, should we...?"

The burly man made a throat-slitting gesture and said with a ferocious expression.

"Since we're not happy working under Salang anyway, we might as well go back to Lord Jiuying. Before we leave... let's take care of this kid and show Salang that even a cornered dog will jump over the wall!"

The man in the suit smirked and raised an eyebrow, asking a question.

"Are you a dog?"

"This……"

"This matter needs to be considered carefully."

"Hahaha, good..."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the burly man grinned, conjured a dagger out of thin air, and stabbed it heavily into Mo Xie's face in the newspaper.

"Then we'll vote for him!" (End of Chapter)