Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 240: Xuebao, open the door, I am Jiaojiao
This street was not far from the Temple of Liberty, and soon two temple mages in black and gold robes came rushing over.

"Who dares to commit such a crime right under the nose of the Temple of Freedom!!!"

Mo Fan calmly took out his brand new little black book and said, "I am the judge of the Donghuang Judgment Council. The murderer is the executioner of the Black Dragon Pavilion. I have captured him."

The two temple mages were a middle-aged man and a young man.

The young man had a pair of winged magic tools behind him, while the middle-aged man was directly controlling the purple spiritual wind.

“Donghuang Judgment Council?!” The Purple Wind Temple mage landed on the ground, took Mo Fan’s small black book and took a look at it.

"Well, I am also a member of the Donghuang National Team."

"I know. I watched your match this afternoon. Your strength has surpassed many high-level temple mages." The Purple Wind Temple Mage's attitude was very gentle.

“The Black Dragon Pavilion should also have a bounty in the Temple of Liberty. The bounty for Lan Yi is over 100 million, plus his identity as an executioner, so it should be at least 200 million.” Mo Fan said with a smile.

"We'll let you know after we verify it."

After getting rid of the executioner, Mo Fan glanced at the remote coffee shop and suddenly remembered that there was an old friend here - Li Yu'e.

But since she had not experienced the executioner's attack, she didn't know if she could still awaken her magic.

The three of them walked into the coffee shop, and the person making the coffee was Li Yu'e, a beautiful girl from Donghuang with fair skin.

"Little boss, give me three cups of the most classic coffee."

"Are you also from Donghuang?" Li Yu'e asked gracefully.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Mo Fan raised his eyebrows.

"I heard you talking to these two girls just now. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation." Li Yu'e stuck out her tongue apologetically.

The three of them didn't bother him for too long and left after getting their coffee.

……

"The executioner is dead."

After a handsome young man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old received this message, his strange purple eyes suddenly became weird and his expression became a little crazy.

"Hahaha... This is so interesting. An ant that grew fangs actually bit the executioner to death."

"Sir, that guy is too powerful. Pei Li has no chance to fight back in his hands."

The handsome purple-eyed boy said wickedly, "No wonder Saran hates him so much. It looks like we need to send a stronger executioner next time. If he is allowed to grow up, he will become a serious threat to us."

"Tell this news to Saran, and let her worry about it. We have got the things, let's go!"

Far away on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, beneath the waterfall and misty waves, a tall and slender red figure stood like a statue, with an earring communicator hanging on her left ear.

"The executioner Pei Li is dead. He was killed easily by that kid." A dull voice came from the communicator.

"Oh, how disappointing!" the red figure responded faintly.

"The items have been received and are being sent to their destination."

"Well, very good."

"Do we need to send more people to deal with that arrogant guy?" asked a dull voice.

"He must be surrounded by people from the Magic Association now. We can only wait for the next opportunity." Saran said as he felt the mist hitting his face.

"Okay, may you be like Jörmungandr!"...

After strolling around for a while, the three returned to the hotel where they were staying.

Mu Nujiao blushed as she pushed Mo Fan out of her room and said, "Are you an animal? Go find Sister Ning Xue. I haven't practiced properly in days."

"Then you should practice first, I'll come over later."

Mu Nujiao was so angry when she heard this, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? When did I tell you to come later?"

"Open the door, Olaf. I'm Jiaojiao."

"Well, don't talk. I get it. You want to play hide-and-seek with me, so I'll come in."

Mo Fan used Shadow Escape to slip in through the crack of the door. Mu Ningxue was sitting on the bed meditating. When she saw Mo Fan coming in again, she glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

Will you die if you endure it for two days?

Mu Ningxue glanced at little Mo Fan's position without leaving a trace. He looked like he was ready to go. No one knew what was wrong with Mo Fan's body. He was always in high spirits every day.

"Xiaobao, look at you. Even though it's summer now, it's not good to not wear socks. Your husband will warm your feet."

Mo Fan walked over like a big bad wolf and held Mu Ningxue's feet, which looked like perfect works of art. Her feet were as beautiful as mutton-fat jade and did not need any nail polish to arouse Mo Fan's most primitive desires.

Mu Ningxue looked at Mo Fan's worthless appearance and said with a smile, "Are you a pervert?"

Mo Fan’s hot hands grasped her slightly cold feet, which immediately made her whole body numb. Then Mo Fan’s hands moved straight up along her smooth calves…

"Go take a shower first, you bastard."

"Let's wash together"

Mo Fan's body was affected by the dragon nature because of the Absolute Sky Divine Shadow, and his temper was abnormally strong. In addition, Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao were both extremely beautiful women in the world. How could Mo Fan tolerate this?

In addition to his daily love affair with Mu Ningxue and Mu Nujiao, Mo Fan often went outside the Anjie to hunt and kill monsters. His methods were extremely brutal, and there were even monster tribes that moved away after seeing his killing method.

The Donghuang National Government team stayed in America for about a week, and on the fourth day, the Temple of Liberty confirmed Pei Li's identity.

He is the executioner in the Black Dragon Pavilion and one of the elite among the blue-robed deacons.

What surprised everyone was his other identity. Twelve years ago, he was a wizard of the Temple of Freedom, but he was expelled from the temple due to some unknown incident.

The captain of the patrol mages of the Temple of Freedom said that he was very grateful to the Donghuang National Government team for eradicating this cancer for them. It was a great shame for them that a former temple mage went against their will and joined the Black Dragon Pavilion!

Pei Li’s bounty was 230 million, and the Temple of Liberty transferred the money to Mo Fan’s personal account. In addition, the Temple of Liberty also donated some resources to thank Mo Fan.

This made Guan Yu, Li Kaifeng, Zu Jiming and others jealous and envious.

Mo Fan's luck was too good. When he was in Peru, he received resources donated by the Peruvian government. After arriving in America, the Temple of Liberty gave him more resources.

I wouldn't dare write it this way even if I had a script.

Mo Fan already has more than 2.7 billion in funds, which seems to be a lot, but after entering the super level, this money is only enough to make a living.

But these are not the biggest good news. The biggest good news is that Mo Fan has finally accumulated three monarch-level essences through his unremitting efforts.

One monarch-level soul essence requires 343 slave-level soul essences to synthesize, and Mo Fan might only get two or three soul essences if he kills a hundred slave-level monsters.

(End of this chapter)