Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

The clerk, being young, was quite indignant upon hearing this and argued, "Cooperating with the military to annihilate demons is simply a magician's duty..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was forcibly interrupted: "Don't give me that crap. Yesterday, when I asked you if you needed any help, who was it that held their head high and said 'We are invincible' and 'The Russians are unbeatable'? Now you want aid, but you're unwilling to give any money? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"that is!"

"You want to beg standing up?"

Social sorcerers are all scoundrels, and the clerk is just an office worker; how could he withstand such verbal attacks?

Just as his eyes reddened and he was about to shed the little pearl, he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing past out of the corner of his eye; it seemed to be a space-type being.

Immediately, the ground trembled and the sky changed.

Thunderous roar.

God fire.

It swept across the front lines with a ferocious force, even reaching the clerks' quarters.

Like the other sorcerers around him, he was completely bewildered and had no idea what was happening.

It wasn't until the evening shift change that he heard from his comrades returning from the front lines that a great mage from China had turned the invading Russian bears into roasted bears with his left lightning and right fire torches.

His superior was overjoyed and wanted to invite him for drinks to build a closer relationship, but he refused.

The reason for doing this, it's said, was simply because they were in a hurry to catch their flight...

Chapter 623 Following the proper etiquette for porridge, everyone slurps the porridge.

"I used to naively think that foot fetishism was just a substitute for online perverts out of desperation."

"After all, it's just feet, how beautiful can they be?"

"We completely disregard all talk of porridge, porridge etiquette, and the idea of ​​everyone slurping porridge."

"Studies have shown that a significant portion of leg models are actually men, because men have lower body fat percentages and are taller, making it less likely for fat to accumulate in their legs."

"Just like a cat's reaction time is seven times faster than a human's, in terms of feet alone, a woman's feet smell six times worse than a man's!"

Upon arriving in Greece, the entire country was enveloped in a thin layer of snow, creating a serene and sacred atmosphere.

However, this fairytale-like scene was shattered by a series of inappropriate words for children.

Today is a sacred ceremony at the Parthenon, where the Snow Maidens descend from the mountain temple and leave their footprints in front of each merchant's house.

For the devout, this is the greatest honor.

Xu Fang and Mo Fan initially expressed their disdain.

Just footprints.

Despite the hype online, who really cares about football these days?

However, the tables always turn so quickly...

The devotees of the Parthenon, dressed in ice-blue floor-length gowns, their bare white feet gently treading on the snow carpet, leaving neat and delicate rows of footprints in every shop and residence.

hiss···

“I suddenly understand foot fetishism a little better,” Xu Fang said.

Mo Fan was even more blunt: "I want to become snow."

Lingling looked at the two stinky men with disdain. Sure enough, all men are scoundrels, not one of them is good!

"Wow, look at that! I can't take it anymore!" Mo Fan pointed in a direction.

There stood a woman, gently lifting the hem of her skirt, her figure supple and alluring.

She maintained a pose reminiscent of cradling the moon, her long, straight legs, like works of art, gracefully stretched out, her curly, brown hair cascading down...

The most beautiful thing about her was her exquisite legs and jade-like feet.

She was like a goddess who had truly descended to earth.

There's absolutely no need to use stockings or anything to cover up imperfections; the original color is what truly captivates the soul and makes one's mind wander!

"Let's go over and have a look!"

"Let's go together!"

The two married men agreed to go around to the front to see the other person's face. Lingling felt ashamed of them and followed behind with a depressed look on her face.

"Holy crap, it's that female leech!"

Upon seeing his face, Mo Fan let out a strange yell, his face full of displeasure.

This goddess, who embodies both nobility and mystery, is none other than Asha'ruya!

Mo Fan was greatly disappointed.

He had no liking for Asha Ruya. From the first meeting, he had the appearance of a stingy businessman, trying to squeeze every last penny out of Mo Fan's wallet.

As expected, God is fair. While giving Asha's exquisite and beautiful face and figure, He also gave her an unpleasant personality!

Xu Fang was alright; he had relatively little contact with Asha Ruya, partly because the Nationalist government was chasing after him, and partly because they were taking advantage of him.

Just as the two were looking at her, Asha'ruya also glanced in their direction, her beautiful eyes lighting up as she smiled and waved.

"The saintess is waving at me!"

"No! It was clearly directed at me! She even smiled at me!"

"Princess Asha'ruya is so beautiful! She's my favorite among all the candidates!"

The crowd erupted in cheers at the wave.

"She was smiling at you just now, wasn't she?" Lingling whispered.

"It should be." Xu Fang nodded.

"That shouldn't be possible. Even a forbidden spell mage might not be able to see through your disguise. How did Asha'ruya manage to do it?" Lingling asked incredulously.

"It might just be a coincidence, who knows?"

The twelve teams of snow-footed nuns formed an olive blossom pattern and left a patch of snow in the very center of the sacred mountain square, which looked like an elegant white stage.

The celebratory atmosphere reached its climax.

At that moment, a man dressed in a black tuxedo appeared out of nowhere and walked into the room of the Snow Maidens looking very respectable!

"Shet!"

"Depend on!"

"what!"

The audience was practically ready to curse!

Damn it, everyone was just enjoying the fantasies and appreciating the posts, entertaining themselves in various ways, when suddenly a flirtatious guy popped out from some random corner, and everyone instantly became clowns.

Xiaoxue's feet, long legs, and beautiful, delicate face have all become someone else's. A perfectly good pot of soup has been ruined by this rotten rat!

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As the sun set and the Parthenon ceremony concluded, Xu Fang, Mo Fan, and Lingling embarked on the mountain path leading to the Parthenon.

This is also why Xu Fang called Mo Fan over. With just his Zhang San account, he thinks he can get into the Parthenon for a banquet? Dream on!

Mo Fan was different. He was the saintess's brother, so even if the people of Parthenon didn't like him, they had to hold their noses and let him go up the mountain.

A festive dinner is being held at the Parthenon.

Two seats were arranged at the front. Ye Xinxia sat in one of them with a gentle smile, while the other was Asha Ruya's seat, although she was not in the seat at the moment.

As for the other saint, Isa, she did not attend the Snow Festival.

At that moment, the flirtatious man from earlier that day was standing in front of Ye Xinxia, ​​bowing and extending his hand in front of everyone, inviting Ye Xinxia to dance with him.

"I rely on!"

Mo Fan smashed the cup with a bang, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward.

Lingling quickly stopped him: "Calm down, this is the heir of the Turs clan. Xinxia can't achieve anything in Parthenon without his help!"

"Calm down? I'll calm down after I beat him up!" Mo Fan said.

"That's how European ballroom dancing is, it's perfectly normal."

"I'm a chauvinist!"

What kind of lousy ballroom dancing is this? They call that where they put their hands their waist, but if they put them any lower, they'd just be their buttocks!

Xinxia was already in a wheelchair and her legs were weak. What should she do if Turs, who looked so respectable, took the opportunity to take advantage of her?

Lingling couldn't stop Mo Fan, so she turned to look at Xu Fang, only to find that Xu Fang was nowhere to be seen.

Sure enough, there isn't a single reliable man!

Xu Fang stood in a corner of the main hall, from which he could see Mo Fan rushing to the front of the stage and fighting with Turs, pushing the other to the point of breaking his defenses.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this, and no one looked in this direction.

"Your friend is quite interesting." A coquettish laugh rang out from the side.

“If you’re feeling romantic, I can introduce you to someone,” Xu Fang said.

"Hehe, he already has a crush on Xia, and he's more interested in you." Asha Ruya smiled sweetly, "Don't you think so, Commander Xu?"

"How did you recognize me?" Xu Fang asked.

“If I’m not mistaken, your disguise technique comes from some kind of demonic treasure. Coincidentally, Austin once bestowed upon me some minor skills that allow me to see through it.”

Asha's eyes widened at Xu Fang with interest: "Commander Xu, you've gone to all this trouble to come to the Parthenon. I bet you didn't just come here to freeload a banquet, did you?"

"Then you guessed wrong, it really is true."

"General Xu is really cold-hearted. Back then, you saved Austin, and my brother and I supported your Speaker Shao Zheng's rise to power internationally. If you think about it that way, we're old friends."

Asha Ruya smiled and said, "You're welcome to come to me anytime if you need anything. But let me make it clear beforehand, I'm a businesswoman, so I'll have to pay a small commission."

Of course, I'll keep your presence here a secret; consider it a small gift from an old friend.

Swaying her mature and beautiful body, Asha'ruya left gracefully.