Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"I understand, thank you, Lao Feng."

Xu Fang seemed to be deep in thought.

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To go to Parthenon, Xu Fang's current account is no longer valid; he needs to use a different account.

If you change your account, forget about meeting a female sage or saint; you'd be lucky to even enter the temple of faith.

After thinking it over, Xu Fang made a phone call.

"Huang Mao?"

"Mo Fan, are you free lately?"

"No time! I'm very busy right now!" It was very noisy on Mo Fan's end, and Xu Fang could also hear Zhao Manyan and Mu Bai's voices, as well as the screams of an unknown demon.

"There's something I need your help with."

"Yellow Hair, I...get lost! How dare you ambush your Grandpa Mo...I'm not talking about you, I'm currently at sea retaking a small island, and I haven't been able to spare any time for almost two months!"

"That's it."

Xu Fang said with a hint of regret, "Then I won't bother you any longer. I'll go to Greece by myself."

"Okay...where to?"

Mo Fan's voice suddenly rose.

"Greece, specifically the Parthenon, I need Xinxia's help with something."

Xu Fang said, "Don't worry, I will definitely pay attention to what I need to pay attention to. You know me."

Mo Fan: "...When do we depart?"

"About a week later."

"I also need to go!"

"Didn't you say you couldn't find the time?"

"Mind your own business!" Mo Fan yelled.

He stood on a reef, manipulating the thunder to bombard the demons. Because it was so noisy, he had to shout into his phone.

"Mo Fan, you still have the nerve to make a phone call? Come and save him!" Zhao Manyan was surrounded by more than a dozen demons not far away.

If it weren't for its hard shell, this thing would have become a monster's dung!

"Come here, come here!"

Zhao Manyan's life doesn't matter; what's most important is for Huang Mao to find Xin Xia!

Are you kidding me? Xu Fang's nickname "Yellow Hair" wasn't given for nothing.

Mo Fan was so anxious about having this beast with his cute, gentle, and weak Xiao Xia!

"Okay, remember to buy the plane tickets. I want a window seat. Also, arrange an identity for me from your Fanxue Mountain," Xu Fang said.

"You blondie, you bastard..."

Snapped!

Xu Fang hung up the phone.

Get it done.

Mo Fan cursed and swore, venting all his frustration on the demon in front of him. He unleashed a furious barrage of lightning and fire, which moved Zhao Manyan to tears.

I never expected Mo Fan to go to such lengths to save me... He's a true brother!

Chapter 618 of "Yilin"

Fanxue Mountain.

The winter fog obscured the sea, making it difficult to discern the surface.

It was as if the whole world was enveloped in gray tones, with distant ships, islands, and even the coastline appearing and disappearing in the veil-like mist.

"The fog is so thick that only Russian flights dare to fly. We need to go to Moscow first, then transfer to another flight to Athens," Mo Fan said.

Xu Fang smiled and said, "I'll listen to you. You pay."

Mo Fan rolled his eyes.

How dare this beast say that?

If he wasn't afraid that Huang Mao would really become Huang Mao, would Da Mofan be so generous?

"Has Lingling arrived yet?" Mo Fan glanced at his watch.

"Almost there... Look over there, isn't that it?"

On the mountain road of Fanxue Mountain, a pretty young woman pulling a suitcase walked by.

The pretty girl was wearing a fluffy and soft down jacket, her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair gently fell in front of her forehead.

"Tsk...where are the twin tails?" Xu Fang sighed.

Mo Fan shook his head: "Yeah, all the baby fat is gone, sigh."

The little girl has grown up and become a beautiful young woman, no longer following the cute and adorable image, which is quite a pity.

"Mo Fan." Lingling walked up to Mo Fan and greeted him, glancing at Xu Fang without saying a word.

"What, don't you recognize me?" Xu Fang asked.

"you are?"

Lingling frowned slightly, looking a little aloof.

Xu Fang wiped his face, revealing his true appearance, and Lingling's eyes widened instantly: "Xu Fang!?"

"Little Lingling, how about a hug to celebrate our long-awaited reunion?" Xu Fang said with a smile.

"How did you do that?" Lingling asked.

"A little trick." Xu Fang wiped in the opposite direction, returning to his previous appearance: "Also, please call me Zhang San now."

Lingling's eyes lit up, but before she could speak, Xu Fang interrupted her: "No, I won't teach you. You have to go to school."

Lingling: "..."

Cheapskate!

Lingling is currently on winter break. Xu Fang and Mo Fan have been so busy lately that neither of them has had time to look for her. The dignified hunter master can only stay at school for winter break after-school care.

She's determined to go to Greece this time, no matter what!

Even if you treat it as a vacation, it's better than staying in Shanghai and getting moldy!

Xu Fang and Mo Fan didn't bring much luggage, and the three of them headed straight to the airport.

In the car, I don't know if Lingling was sulking or what, but her little voice was icy cold:

"Why aren't you guarding your Jinlin? Don't they say on TV that you're the principal again now, and you're so busy you don't even have time to rest?"

"Little Lingling, let me teach you today. A mature force can't rely on the boss running himself ragged. Employees also need to be trained. If Jinlin can't function without me, then it's destined to be deformed and unstable," Xu Fang said with a smile.

Lingling gave a soft hum.

She knew that Xu Fang was telling the truth.

Mo Fan, standing nearby, also remarked, "That makes sense; I wholeheartedly agree."

Xu Fang and Lingling both cast questioning glances at each other.

No matter how you look at it, Da Mofan seems to be the mascot of Fanxue Mountain!

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We arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and it took off through the fog.

Some people dislike flying, even though the probability of a plane crash is much lower than that of a car, simply because they don't feel a sense of control.

It felt like my fate was no longer in my own hands the moment the plane started taxiing off the runway.

Xu Fang didn't have this concern.

With his current cultivation level, let alone a normal plane crash, even if it explodes in the air, it will land on the ground intact.

Mo Fan was to his right, while Lingling sat on her left by the window, gazing absently at the gloomy sky outside.

Eight hours later, the plane arrived in Irkutsk.

As soon as they got off the plane, the three of them saw that the waiting hall was full of people, shouting Russian profanities one after another.

"What happened?" Xu Fang stopped someone and asked.

The man, who wore glasses and looked quite cultured, replied in International English, "The flight can't take off, and all the surrounding hotels are full. These tourists are getting anxious."

Why can't it take off?

"What else could it be? The Russian tribes from the north have invaded, and the military has requisitioned the airport!"

The bespectacled man looked annoyed: "Those soldiers are drunk all day long. If they were Chinese, they would have wiped out the entire Russian army long ago!"

A person nearby chimed in, "Yes! I really envy our neighbors. They have the best living environment in the world, and a group of the bravest warriors protecting them!"

"They are a true fighting nation!"

"Ula!"

It started out normally, but then it started to include personal anecdotes.

The crowd chimed in with their own opinions, creating what seemed like a foreign version of a debate among great scholars.

If we compile and edit it into "Yilin (Foreigners' Special Edition)", we should be able to make a fortune.

"What do we do now?" Mo Fan asked helplessly.

"Just wait, we should have the results in about two or three days," Xu Fang said.

Two or three days is enough time for the military to make a judgment and issue a notice to the local area.

Whether it's a temporary evacuation or issuing a call to arms for the mages, a decision must be made.