Ling Ling picked up her phone and dialed Mo Fan's number.
However, the screen of her phone went black. She finally realized that her phone had run out of battery.
Ling Ling stood in front of the window and noticed that the Canton Tower was not too far away from her room. She quickly made her way to the Canton Tower without even changing her clothes.
When she arrived at the Canton Tower, the lady inside told Ling Ling that Mo Fan was at the top of the tower.
Ling Ling took the elevator and ran up the stairs excitedly. She went straight to the platform where the strong wind was blowing.
The bustling city was right under her feet. Even the clouds were within her reach. Ling Ling saw Mo Fan leaning against the railing, deep in thought.
Ling Ling went up to him and was about to tell Mo Fan about her great discovery. However, she immediately knew something bad had happened when she saw Mo Fan lifting his head.
Ling Ling did not know if she should tell him.
"What … what's wrong?" Ling Ling was a little nervous. It was rare to see Mo Fan acting like this after spending so much time with Mo Fan.
She could clearly see the flames of fury in his eyes, yet he was as calm as a block of ice.
"Old Feng is dead," Mo Fan blurted out, yet his heart was under great pressure!
Not long ago, Feng Xingzhou was as happy as a little kid, showing off and sharing the results of his research to him. He stood in front of the window with his hands on his hips and looked at Guangzhou. He said excitedly that he could bring about a revolution.
If one were to talk about people who could change the world, it would definitely not be a reckless person like himself who fought and killed. Instead, it would be people like Feng Zhoulong who had dedicated his entire life to research. He did not serve those in power or nobility, but the entire human race.
However, just as his results were about to be made public and shown to everyone, he died a violent death.
He did not die in his own home, nor in his own workshop. He died at the Asia Magic Association, at the place where he had applied for the World Magic Method …
Every method was forbidden unless it was approved by the highest level of the Magic Association.
Therefore, Feng Zhoulong had to go to the headquarters of the Asia Magic Association in person to apply for the license and show the results of his innovation to the Supreme Magic Association.
The safest and most authoritative place in the world actually had an unnatural death, and the person who died was Feng Zhoulong, the mage who was about to bring about a revolution in magic.
It was so unreasonable that it made one's hair stand on end!
It was so coincidental that it made people want to tear apart that rotten and useless magic system!
"Huhuhuhu ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
An even fiercer gust of wind blew against his face.
In the clouds, a creature with extremely long wings hovered less than ten meters above the observation deck. Its appearance caused a commotion among the people in the Canton Tower and the square.
A Yaron …
He had appeared in the city of Guangzhou and was hanging right above the Canton Tower!
Mofan stood up. At this time, the Wind Yaron slowly lowered its body, allowing Mofan to step on its tail and onto its back.
"Where are you going?" Ling Ling asked.
"We haven't received any news of Sharjah's death yet," Mofan said.
"I'll go with you …" Ling Ling tried to climb onto his back too.
"No," Mofan said firmly.
Ling Ling stood there, feeling wronged and scared.
Mofan's icy expression melted slightly when he saw her reaction. He reached out his hand and patted her on the head.
"Didn't you look in the mirror before you left the house? How can a girl be so unkempt?" Mofan said gently.
"I have a bad feeling, it's very bad. Mo Fan, you shouldn't be involved in this matter … "Lingling's tears were already rolling down her cheeks.
Some places were scarier than the nests of demon creatures. Mofan was heading there now.
Humans were always like that. They were greedier and crueler than demons. They liked to live in groups, but they liked to fight and kill more than any other creature!
Regardless of the reason behind Feng Zhoulong's death, Ling Ling trembled and felt a chill down her spine.
What would happen to Mo Fan if he went to a place filled with demons and monsters?
Ling Ling would rather Mofan fight the Black Vatican than let him go to a place like that!
No one could live a good life if they wanted to change it.
It was how the Holy Son had died.
He was dragged into a dark abyss, never to be resurrected.
Mofan was not as strong as the Holy Son, nor did he have the influence he once had. He was only an insignificant character in the eyes of the authorities of the Asian Magic Association.
Feng Zhoulong was dragged into the Black Tide. If Mofan went there, the same outcome would happen to him too.
"Don't go, Mofan … there are still a lot of threats along the shoreline. There are so many sea monsters. We need you here," Ling Ling said with a hint of pleading. No one could lend a hand in the dark abyss.
"We can't kill all the sea monsters. My strength is limited. It's Old Feng's life's work, and the hope of all Mages. We can't let it go to waste, "Mofan hugged Ling Ling and comforted her.
Mofan was well aware of it.
Compared to Feng Zhoulong's Fusion Method, many Forbidden Mages were no match for it, let alone him.
Mofan might be able to save one city, two cities, three cities if he continued to stay at the shoreline …
However, there were thousands of cities along the shoreline.
Under such circumstances, what the twenty thousand kilometers of shoreline really needed was not the insignificant Mofan, but the Living Method that could make every city and every Mage stronger.
Even the Asian Association of Magic, the supreme Magic God Palace, was no exception.
Mofan still had to ask them for it!
"Eat well, sleep well, and tidy yourself up. Even if you're born beautiful, you shouldn't be so sloppy just because you're too focused on your research. Also, don't tell anyone where I'm going, "Mofan stroked Ling Ling's little head and said seriously.
"If you die, I'll starve myself until I'm only skin and bones. My face and body will be covered in non-mainstream tattoos. I'll drop out of school, fall in love early, and have an abortion. I'll live the life that you despise the most, the one that hurts the most, the one that can't wait to strangle me to death, so that your soul won't be able to rest in peace!" Ling Ling replied with the same serious tone.
"…"
Stepping on Fengluo Yaron's back, Mofan subconsciously used his hand to support Fengluo Yaron's back.
He did not want him to slip and fall, and his spell would be stuck.
For some reason, Mofan had a feeling.
Lingling's words would linger in his mind for three days. Every time he felt a little impulsive or hot-blooded, her voice would be like an ice-cold slap to his face, constantly reminding him, "Don't worry.
Be steady.
Don't be reckless.
Don't be reckless.
If you do, you'll be in big trouble!
…
"Fengluo Longlong, fly slower, don't exceed the speed limit. Fly properly, don't play tricks. "
Mofan purposely reminded Fengluo Yaron.
"I didn't drink any alcohol, I was drinking soda just now. If you drink, you won't ascend to heaven, and heaven doesn't drink. "
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