It was no wonder the knights of Parthenon were worshipped by so many people. It was not obvious when they were in Parthenon, but as soon as they stood in a normal place, they felt like they had descended from the heavens. There was a huge difference between them and ordinary people.
If the knights were like this, then the maids and sages who were surrounded by knights were even more like goddesses descending to the mortal world. After such a comparison, Pelina, who was gently pinching the edge of her skirt as she stepped into Potala Palace step by step, indeed had a noble and outstanding air about her.
"Mo Fan, I finally know why people always look down on us. They think we're just street thugs at first glance. Our outfits aren't good enough, and we don't have a bunch of well-trained underlings in fancy clothes to set us off. Everything needs to be set off and contrasted. When will we form a group and make ourselves look awesome? We'll attract attention wherever we go," Zhao Manyan said while rubbing his chin.
Mo Fan deeply agreed.
They were used to being free, and most of the time they were alone. No one would take them seriously under such circumstances.
On the other hand, when the members of Parthenon showed up, the knights were waiting to escort them, and the priests were accompanying them. No matter how plain they looked, they would still stand out a lot.
"Ling Ling and the others told us to wait here at the square," Mo Fan glanced at his phone. It was a message from Ling Ling.
"We can also discuss the issue of their outfits," Zhao Manyan felt it was very important.
There were a lot of tourists in the square. They kept talking among themselves. It seemed like a few of them were knowledgeable and recognized the knights from Parthenon.
"So they're the knights of Parthenon. No wonder they're so domineering."
"Some VIP must have come up the mountain, but I only saw a woman just now."
"Don't tell me that VIP is that woman?" A few Hunters discussed beside Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan. Their eyes were fixed on Muse Pelina who had already walked away.
"There's a Silver Moon Knight. It should be at least a Muse."
"Isn't a Silver Moon Knight very strong?"
"Even our Hunter Group together might not be able to defeat a Silver Moon Knight," an old Hunter with a beard said.
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There were fewer clouds on the plateau. The sky looked extraordinarily blue, like a sapphire.
Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan waited in boredom. They gradually changed from discussing the issue of their outfits to chatting with the other tourists.
It was easy to distinguish between tourists and locals in Lhasa. Mo Fan and Zhao Manting were easily distinguished from the members of the Parthenon Temple and blended into the crowd of ordinary tourists.
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"Well, we're on a graduation trip. What about you guys?" asked another girl, who appeared to be very cheerful and outgoing.
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.... . What a coincidence. Which school are you from? "the short-haired girl asked...
. "We are from the Pearl Institute."
"The Pearl Institute? That's a famous school! "
"Not bad, not bad."
"Speaking of which, you do look like someone."
"Are you referring to Mo Fan, who came first in the World College Tournament?"
"Yeah, you do look like him."
"Many people think so. To be honest, there's nothing I can do about it. I've been living under his light for a long time," Mo Fan said with a wry smile.
"Speaking of which, isn't your boyfriend worried that the four of you will come to such a far place?" Zhao Manyan asked the question he was most familiar with.
As he thought, the girls smiled shyly and said, "We don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. She does, but we don't like her, including herself."
Zhao Manyan nodded. He glanced at the girl with a boyfriend and noticed that she was the fairest and most mature among the three. She was quite pretty, too. To Zhao Manyan's surprise, it seemed like Mo Fan had long had his eyes on her. He was already flirting with her.
Zhao Manyan's lips twisted. That asshole Mo Fan was getting more and more shameless. He was even faster at flirting with girls than he was.
Since he had already flirted with the girl, humph, the remaining three girls would be his, Zhao Manyan's. It had been a while since he had a threesome.
Zhao Manyan had his own way of flirting with girls. As he was about to continue the conversation, he noticed a few familiar figures walking toward them.
"Mo Fan, Ling Ling and the others are here," Zhao Manyan reminded Mo Fan.
"So what if they're here?" Mo Fan didn't care at all, because he had already found out where they were staying. As long as he asked for the room number, everything was basically settled. "Oh, don't get me wrong. She's my little sister. Where was I just now? Yes, the kind of man who doubts you all the time is, frankly speaking, insecure and unconfident. It's really tiring to be with such a person. It's really a wise choice to ignore his opposition and come to Lhasa. You'll be enlightened here …"
"You're quite knowledgeable, aren't you?" The girl smiled.
"Just so-so …" Mo Fan also smiled.
"Mo Fan, Ling Ling and the others are here," Zhao Manyan reminded him again.
"Oh, Ling Ling, you and Jiang Shaoxu go to the Hunter's Union first to collect some information." Mo Fan turned his head, intending to send Ling Ling away.
Ling Ling was the one who collected the information. Although Tianshan Mountain was in Xinjiang, all the information in the Western Region converged in Lhasa.
However, when Mo Fan turned his head, he suddenly found a woman with an outstanding figure and snow-white skin standing next to Ling Ling. The smile on his face suddenly froze.
"Let's go collect some information." Mu Ningxue, as usual, gave people a special feeling that everything had nothing to do with her and no strangers were allowed to approach her.
…
They had agreed in Parthenon that only Ling Ling and Jiang Shaoxu would come.
What Mo Fan didn't expect was that Mu Ningxue would also come.
Moreover, from the tone and tone of her words, he could roughly tell that she had been watching Mo Fan and the girl who was in a relationship from afar until she arrived behind Mo Fan.
He didn't know if kneeling on the washboard would work on Mu Ningxue. In short, at night, Mu Ningxue didn't say anything extra to Mo Fan. Their relationship returned to the feeling before liberation.
Mo Fan was also very helpless. Not only did he not get the girl's room number, but now Mu Ningxue didn't even let him enter the room. He could only cultivate alone in the cold night of Lhasa until dawn.
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