Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

"Mmm." Xu Fang ate a lamb skewer.

"You don't seem surprised?" Feng Zhoulong asked, puzzled.

Not surprised.

"for···"

call out!

Xu slammed his chopsticks on the table, causing the wooden table, which was covered with a layer of old oil, to tremble, its texture bouncing in one direction like waves.

"Uh!"

A muffled groan came from the corner, and a figure emerged from the darkness.

"Black Court or Assassin's Hall?" Xu Fang asked.

The other party didn't speak, but silently rushed towards Feng Zhoulong, his body clearly surrounded by powerful super-level power!

Judging from their unbridled behavior, they were clearly using the surrounding crowd as a shield, betting that Xu Fang wouldn't dare to fight back.

"The Oblivion Song!"

A series of notes pierced the silence and struck straight to the heart. Each note contained destructive power. They intertwined and collided in the air, forming invisible blades that aimed directly at the assassin's soul.

"puff!"

The assassin was struck dumb, his brain feeling as if it were about to explode in an instant.

"You... how dare you!" He pointed at Xu Fang, his voice trembling.

With so many people here, how dare Xu Fang use such powerful magic? Aren't you afraid of accidentally hurting people?

—You're clearly a good person!

But when he looked through his bloodshot eyes, he found that the pupils of the people who were eating barbecue in a lively atmosphere had lost their highlights, and they had suddenly entered a hypnotic mode.

Hypnotic setting: I won't listen to your nonsense.

Since the Annihilation Song attacks the soul instead of directly striking with sound waves, it naturally bypasses them.

"Magic requires the use of the brain."

Xu Fang pointed to his head: "Shake it, can you hear the sound of water splashing inside?"

Knowing his mission had failed, the assassin dared not linger and staggered as he turned to disappear into the darkness.

"Won't you stay for a bite to eat?" Xu Fang asked kindly, tossing over a small ball of light.

Bang!

The assassin was thrown back violently, utterly horrified: "Impossible! How could my Shadow Arts be broken? My Cursed Light!"

Curselight is the name of the shadow matter.

Xu Fang had never heard of it, but he knew with his own eyes that this thing could never compare to the quality of the Dragon Sparrow.

"Should we hand him over to the Magic Association?" Feng Zhoulong asked.

"Yes, use mind magic to question them carefully, dig out some useful information, and finally kill them and issue a notice." Xu Fang nodded.

"This is so troublesome. I think I'd better not come out again." Feng Zhoulong was a little embarrassed. He had run into this kind of trouble just because he sneaked out to eat some barbecue.

"Don't worry, what needs to be done will be done. It's others who need to worry."

Xu Fang laughed and said, "If we don't show some toughness this time to establish our authority, won't every Tom, Dick, and Harry come here to try their luck?"

Feng Zhoulong isn't some internet-famous spot for assassins!

"Did you understand what I just said?" Xu Fang asked.

Just as Feng Zhoulong was about to speak, he noticed that Xu Fang wasn't looking at him. Instead, he stood up with a smile and walked in one direction.

Out of curiosity, Feng Zhoulong followed and found a man in black being pinned to the ground by an unknown force, unable to move.

"Another idiot." Xu Fang sighed. "As an assassin, dressing like an assassin is so un-assassin-like. Didn't your unit give you any training before sending you here?"

The man in black struggled desperately.

I can't move. I can't move at all.

If he could turn around, he would definitely see a small crocodile lying on the ground like a puppy, with a faintly glowing pattern on its head.

"the second."

Xu Fang thought to himself as he moved to another spot, where another person was being held down by gravity: "The third one."

"There's a fourth one...oh."

To Xu Fang's surprise, the fourth assassin actually had some skill; he managed to break free from the little crocodile's gravitational pull and ran away like a madman.

"What are you running for?"

Will-o'-the-wisp, locked.

A chaotic vortex, and the deliveryman arrives.

The Heavenly Crown Purple Linden variety, serve!

Whoosh!

Soon, an assassin who had been entangled and drained of life by the strange purple vines was dragged back.

"Hey, I understand you guys, because today is the only day that we didn't assign a reinforced security platoon to Lao Feng."

Xu Fang sighed: "But don't you guys think about why they're comfortable letting Lao Feng come out for barbecue with me?"

take a day off

take a day off

I'm so exhausted... First graders, kids losing teeth, scraping their legs, bruising their faces, constant squabbles between parents who keep calling at night, kids who seem to have ADHD, and the sheer volume of documents the homeroom teacher needs—I have to make a list to avoid missing anything... I'm just... completely out of ideas. It feels like there are kids yelling in my ear... I'm a bit dehydrated, I've lost over two pounds in two days... Can I take a day off?

Chapter 656 When will the mage be able to take off his long robe!

There is a very famous meme,

The fat tiger lay on the ground, its belly round, as if even breathing was difficult for it.

Caption: Stop sliding tackle, I really can't eat anymore.

Xu Fang felt like he was that tiger.

There are too many assassins. Some are somewhat interesting and can help Xu Fang get some equipment, but others are just free kills.

Bang!

Xu Fang once again trampled an assassin under his feet and asked with genuine puzzlement, "Brother, do you guys really not need risk assessments in your line of work?"

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Oh, so he's a cultured assassin." Xu Fang scanned his mental space with his mental power, and as expected, his disappointment was palpable.

This guy actually kept rambling on and on, saying things like "assassin's dignity" and "fearlessness," which made the atmosphere in the room more cheerful.

Xu Fang was exasperated, his size 43 foot landing squarely on the right cheek: "Speak! Speak! Speak! Is this the time for you to talk? Will talking get you a high score or a good job?"

"Are you crazy?!" the assassin roared.

"You actually talked back?"

Another kick, double happiness!

"You have time to talk here, but no time to go out and fight? You're so bad, yet you're an assassin. When are you going to take off your mage robes?!" Xu shouted.

The assassins were stunned by the insults.

What... a long gown?

"Another one?" Old Feng asked, as if it were commonplace after hearing about Feng Zhoulong's matter.

“This generation of assassins is hopeless; they’re all overambitious and inflexible,” Xu Fang said. “Where are we headed next?”

"At Mingzhu Academy, Dean Xiao came to pick me up and asked me to give a lecture to the entire faculty and students." Feng Zhoulong asked, "Together?"

"Dean Xiao is picking you up? Then it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

For other university deans, encountering some super-powerful assassin would be quite risky, like that full-time Xuanzi in the capital or the otherworldly chicken leg Douluo Songhe.

But Dean Xiao is different.

The only water-based forbidden spell in Shanghai, its value increases as time goes on. It's the ultimate master among masters, and there's always someone stronger than you!

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Nestled in the gentle embrace of the western edge of the Alps lies a vast wilderness tenderly caressed by the world's purest glacial meltwater.

It is boundless and mysterious, yet it miraculously supports a magnificent and ancient city with a long history.

The city walls are majestic, and the city gates are ancient and simple, silently telling the story of past glories and vicissitudes.

Surrounding it is a clear river formed from the essence of ice and snow, its murmuring waters like heavenly music.

Stepping into this world is like traversing the long river of time and returning to the glorious golden age of Europe.

The golden glow symbolizes holiness and immortality.

Rose gold exudes gentleness and feminine grace.

The white sand gold is pure and flawless, as fresh and refined as the first snow.

Brown gold, on the other hand, conveys a sense of composure and dignity.

holy city.

If one had to choose the only holy land of magic, this would undoubtedly be the most popular choice, because modern magical civilization was born here.

Inside the temple.

Remiel stood silently in the center of the hall, looking up at the murals around him.

The murals record the great achievements of the Holy City's founder, the Heavenly Father, who was born in the year 1 AD and led ignorant humanity towards civilization with his unparalleled talent.

For millennia, the Holy City, with its top-tier mage warriors and the Heavenly Mountain that exerts a fatal suppression on other forbidden spellcasters, has become the true leader of the magical world.