Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

A flicker of jealousy flashed in Euryale's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

"Supreme Monarch Level!"

"Eight rulers who have perished!"

Agate Corpse Lord, Bone Demon Dragon, Red Skull Demon Lord, Nine Netherworld Queen!

A colossal creature, its body seemingly level with the mountain peak, rose from the ground, exuding an immense sense of oppression simply by looking at it.

Its skin has a dark gray color, and although it is a skull that represents darkness and terror, it gives people a sense of dominance.

The head of the eight fallen rulers, the corpse of the mountain peak!

"The Sub-Emperor..."

Euryale's voice was trembling.

Having one of his eyes gouged out, let alone the eight directions of fallen rulers, even some legitimate monarchs' spirits might not be able to defeat him.

Locked on by greedy gazes and enveloped by an incomparably powerful aura, Euryale didn't even have the thought of resisting and closed her eyes in despair.

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Xu Fang examined the Eye of Deception in his hand and used his sonic analytical power to investigate it, but it was also chaotic and indescribable.

"There are such amazing things?"

With a thought, Xu Fang's body rippled like water, and in the next moment he transformed into Euryale.

A crystal-clear ice mirror lay before him, and Xu Fang looked at it in amazement, occasionally reaching out to touch it.

Unlike the Phantom Thief Kid's one-time transformation that is easily exposed by a face-pulling gesture, the image of the Deception Eye is virtually flawless.

Her appearance, height, and even a mole on her buttocks are all perfectly replicated, making her look even more like Euryale than Euryale herself!

Upon receiving the new toy, Xu Fang played with it with great interest.

To his slight disappointment, the Deception Eye couldn't simply transform into anyone it wanted.

Including Euryale herself, she needs to first control—or rather, knock out—the target she wants to transform into, and apply a disguise mark to the target.

Xu Fang originally wanted to transform into Zu Xiangtian for fun, but he had to give up the idea.

Having reverted to his original appearance, Xu Fang strolled out, hands in his pockets.

Zu Xiangtian was getting impatient, constantly glancing at his watch, and sneered, "You still know how to come out? I thought she had beaten you to death!"

"Don't worry, I'm not you," Xu Fang laughed.

Zu Xiangtian hardened his fist again; he was particularly easy to break down in front of Xu Fang.

"Hmph, I don't know why the Grand Speaker and the old priest would value someone as unreliable as you... I was here first!" Zu Xiangtian said sourly.

"Character, do you understand?" Xu Fang patted his shoulder: "Xiang Tian, ​​learn from your brother, stop harming those immature flowers, do more serious things and cultivate more."

After he left, Zu Xiangtian was stunned for two seconds, his face instantly turning red.

Depend on!

How does he know?

How did he know! ?

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Xu Fang didn't care at all about Zu Xiangtian; that guy was hopeless.

Putting everything else aside, this person really doesn't know how to choose sides. First, he sided with Su Lu, then with Sheng Cheng, making sure to step on a landmine precisely.

His ancestral family is also a heavyweight, with scandals erupting one after another from the oldest to the youngest, even more frequently than in the entertainment industry.

Taking leave today

Taking leave today

It's my grandma's 21st day memorial service, so I need to go back to my hometown. Also, this period is finals season, and I'm very busy with both teaching and moral education, so I need to take a day off.

Chapter 559 Mo Fan's Intelligence Takes the High Ground

holy city.

A small courtyard.

The entrance to the courtyard is guarded by a stone wall covered with ivy, lush and green, like an exquisite oil painting.

Stepping into the courtyard, a wide lawn comes into view... well, a vegetable patch.

"You grow vegetables here?" Zu Xiangtian asked with a strange expression.

"It would be such a waste for such a large plot of land to be covered in weeds." Xu Fang patted the soil off his hands, and with a burst of plant-based magic, the newly planted vegetables immediately sprouted.

Zu Xiangtian: "...Is this all you've got your plant system for?"

"What's wrong with doing this?"

Xu Fang picked a cucumber from the ground, washed it casually, and took a crisp bite.

"You're a magician!"

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but you have a serious problem with your thinking. If we're just talking about contributions, how much more noble are magicians than farmers?"

"Heh heh." Zu Xiangtian sneered.

He's a holy city judge mage, with super-level cultivation and considerable international influence—how dare a peasant compare himself to him?

Xu Fang didn't want to explain anymore after seeing his arrogant attitude.

People like Zu Xiangtian, who believe that "all other professions are inferior, only magic is superior," can never comprehend the awe-inspiring power of beings like the "Giant Rice of the Desert."

"The Holy City asked me to pass on a message to you."

"Ah."

"As long as you honestly confess your crimes, they won't make things difficult for you."

"Ah."

“Yesterday we killed Euryale together. The Holy City has become aware of this and has issued a decree stripping you of your right to come and go freely. You are not allowed to leave this courtyard before the interrogation.”

Xu Fang looked up in surprise.

Zu Xiangtian said, "Are you surprised by their decision?"

"I'm surprised by your decision... My God, how can you be so shameless?" Xu Fang exclaimed in admiration.

To kill Euryale together?

If Zu Xiangtian's skin could be mass-produced, all of humanity could achieve freedom to eat meat!

Zu Xiangtian was somewhat embarrassed and angry, and was about to say something when Xu Fang snapped his fingers: "Alright, go to sleep, go to sleep now, you can dream about anything..."

Xu Fang's voice was so deep and magnetic, each syllable seemed to carry some kind of magic, spreading through the air and silently invading Zu Xiangtian's consciousness.

Zu Xiangtian's eyelids trembled slightly involuntarily, growing heavier and heavier, as if glued shut by a thick layer of glue.

“Yes, that’s it,” Xu Fang said softly.

Beside him, the sound-based stars gradually faded away.

Hypnosis, a little musical trick.

Zu Xiangtian's eyes were unfocused and blurred, and his eyelids were completely closed.

Xu Fang placed a mark on the sleeping Zu Xiangtian and activated the Eye of Deception. The next moment, another "Zu Xiangtian" appeared on the spot.

As for the original Zu Xiangtian, Xu Fang snapped his fingers again.

The cucumbers, peanuts, and tomatoes that were just peacefully coexisting suddenly boiled over, wrapping Zu Xiangtian up like a green rice dumpling.

The color palette is very sunny, but the visuals are quite terrifying.

Zu Xiangtian was swallowed up by a bunch of plants and buried in the ground.

Xu Xiangtian straightened his clothes and swaggered out.

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“I need more details,” Lingling said in one part of the Holy City. “The information you’ve gathered is insufficient to deduce the truth.”

Mo Fan sat opposite her, scratching his head in distress:

“I know that too… The key is where the details came from? For safety reasons, the place where the blond guy fought Hecasa was far away from us, and all the camera equipment was destroyed when the accident happened.”

"Can I see Xu Fang?" Lingling pressed.

Mo Fan shrugged: "There's nothing we can do. The Holy City has issued a ban, prohibiting him from going out."

Even though she already knew the outcome, Lingling still couldn't help but complain, "What use are you?"

Mo Fan smiled wryly. He was just a minor high-level mage. Even if he used the Demonology skill in the Holy City, it wouldn't be effective!

"Since we don't have any firsthand materials, we'll have to start with the corpses of those demons... Let's go, let's set sail!"

"It's been a day, can you find it?"

"It's better than having no clue at all."

Just as the two stepped out of their residence, a figure approached them.

Seeing this face, a mix of Chinese and Western features, Mo Fan glanced at him up and down: "Zu Xiangtian? What's up?"

"Let's go inside and talk," Xu Fang said.

"Why should I listen to you?"

"I can let you see Xu Fang."

"???"

Even the old high priests couldn't easily intervene in the Holy City's ban, so how did Zu Xiangtian, a mere tribal chief, manage to do it?

The three went back into the room, and Mo Fan asked, "Where's Xu Fang?"

"Here it is."