Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

Chapter 264. No Way to Get Involved

Zhao Manyan seemed a little hesitant at this moment, not knowing whether he should talk to Mo Fan about some of the things in his heart.
After all, this is his family affair.

But Mo Fan and him were close friends, so he still told him: "About my father. He is not young anymore, and he had a lot of problems when he was young. We won first place this time, and I thought I won enough honor for him, but he fell ill and I didn't see it at all."

Mo Fan did not say anything, and Zhao Manyan continued, “Although I got first place, I am a little afraid to meet him.”

"His illness is very serious. Our old healing mage has told us a long time ago that if he falls ill again, he will probably leave. Although we are all mentally prepared, we think that this old man will not have many days to live. I can live, but I feel really sad." Zhao Manyan said very softly, changing his usual hip-hop look.

Apparently, the healing mage has run out of options.

Of course, there is another possible way to save him, and that is the resurrection magic of the Parthenon soul.

But birth, aging, sickness and death are irreversible in this world. Even a forbidden spell master will die when his lifespan reaches the end.

Zhao Manyan's father might be able to get treatment, but it might not last long. It can be said that this is unavoidable.

"It's already like this, you might as well go and say goodbye to your father and let him leave without any regrets. Why do you need to let him continue to be tortured?"

No one wants their loved ones to leave, but when they really have to lie in bed hanging every day, who can bear the pain?
Rather than suffering from illness every day, it is better to go directly to the west in comfort.

"You're right, but I'm still worried about my brother..." Zhao Manyan said.

"What's the matter? Is it because you've been so popular lately that I want to kill you?" Mo Fan asked jokingly.

Zhao Manyan's mouth twitched.

He actually just had some guesses in his mind, but who knew that Mo Fan's words would make him not know how to respond.
Seeing Zhao Manyan was stunned, Mo Fan asked, "Do you really want to be gentle with me?"

“It’s not that I don’t know how to say it either.” Zhao Manyan said.

“Then tell me, if your brother really wants to kill you, and you can kill him in return, what would you do?” Mo Fan asked in a serious tone.

"I"

"Will you kill him?"

Zhao Manyan thought about it, but after a moment, he shook his head and said, "I... I may not be able to do it."

Mo Fan sighed inwardly, then patted his shoulder and said, "This is your family affair, and I can't interfere. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Okay, thanks. You go back. I'll take a look around. I'll talk to you when I think it through." Zhao Manyan nodded.

Mo Fan turned and left without stopping.

Old Zhao will have a disaster, and it seems to be right now.

But just now Mo Fan had asked him seriously, and he had also thought about it seriously. But obviously, he couldn't do it like Zhao Youqian.

If he couldn't make up his mind, what could Mo Fan do?

Rescue him?
What after that?
So, as soon as Zhao Manyan said that, Mo Fan knew that this matter was not something he could intervene in. Some things, after all, need to be experienced by oneself. Moreover, Zhao Manyan could not die at all, and the big turtle Baxia was here. Because of this, Mo Fan really left.
In front of the seawall, Zhao Manyan was still struggling. The sky had completely darkened. The lights of many islands in Venice were lit up in the distance, while some small islands were just silent in the night, as if they did not exist.

A couple walked towards each other. The man was in his thirties or forties, with a scar on his forehead and a dark complexion. He hugged the woman next to him tightly and smiled widely. He seemed to be very satisfied with the relationship, and he looked more like a young man who had just fallen in love. .

The woman was about thirty years old and had an ordinary appearance. Zhao Manyan would not even glance at her on weekdays. The woman kept a shy smile on her face, but she secretly glanced at Zhao Manyan as her eyes moved.

"Friend, can you take a picture for us?" the man asked, then handed over the camera.

"Okay." Under normal circumstances, Zhao Manyan would have walked between the two of them with an arrogant look on his face. In this life, he was the only one who showed off the love of others, and no one else showed off to him. But he was in a low mood today, so he did a little good deed and considered it as accumulating some blessings for his father who was about to pass away.

When Zhao Man stretched out his hand and prepared to take the camera, the dark-faced man's smile suddenly became extremely impure.

His eyes suddenly revealed murderous intent, and a long octagonal poisonous snake crawled out from the man's sleeve, viciously wrapped around Zhao Manyan's wrist, and then bit his arm fiercely!
Zhao Manyan didn't feel much pain after taking the bite, but his blood seemed to be frozen, quickly spreading from his arm throughout his body!
"You guys!" Zhao Manyan was horrified and quickly cast defensive magic.

The painting of Holy Shield Blessing was about to be completed, and Zhao Manyan suddenly felt that his spirit was in a trance, just like he was drunk as mud yesterday.

The last star track was broken, and Zhao Manyan had no time to use his defense. The poison invaded his body too quickly, not only paralyzing his entire body, but also causing his mind to become disordered!
"Who are you!" Zhao Manyan, still able to speak, suddenly asked loudly.

"Why ask so many questions? Wouldn't it be better to die without knowing the reason?" The plain-looking woman laughed slyly and slowly pulled out an extremely long and narrow poison needle from her palm.

The poison needle was as long as a dagger, and was obviously a rather insidious magical tool, similar to the arm armor spikes of Guanyu. This kind of magical tool was usually possessed by assassin-type wizards. They might not be very effective against demons, but they were deadly killers against magicians!
"Who sent you here!" Zhao Manyan's face was full of anger, and his eyes were about to spit out flames.

However, professional killers are obviously straightforward and don't talk much. The female killer smiled coldly, and the poison needle was sent neatly to Zhao Manyan's heart.

The poison needle easily pierced Zhao Manyan's skin and quickly penetrated into his muscles, and was soon able to reach his heart. At this moment, a golden light flashed violently, and an inconspicuous necklace on Zhao Manyan's neck activated automatically. The strong golden light forced back the two killers, and the poison needle could no longer penetrate even a little bit.

"You are worthy of being a rich young man. You have a treasure that is more powerful than the Ring of Venice. But is there any meaning in this last struggle?" The female killer continued to smile, not surprised at all.

After all, he is the beloved son of the richest man in Daxia. It would be unreasonable if he didn't have some treasures on him.

But in a place like this, even if Zhao Manyan had a life-saving treasure, how long could he last?

The results are the same
Zhao Manyan knew that he would not live long, but he was unwilling to accept it and could not believe it!

“Zhao Youqian, get out here! It must be you, it must be you!!” Zhao Manyan suddenly yelled, his face beginning to turn black and bulge with veins due to the poison.

However, no one paid any attention to him. Zhao Manyan continued angrily, "Zhao Youqian! You have the guts to kill me, but don't you have the guts to see me for the last time?!"

Although he couldn't be too sure, he had a feeling that his brother was here.
(End of this chapter)