Glorkian was a little surprised when he heard Tang Zhong's words.
"So Teacher Mo is a representative of the national team. No wonder his strength is so outstanding at such a young age. I thought some random young man from China was so strong, it was just a false alarm …" said Glorkian righteously.
Even though Glorkian was stronger than Mofan in terms of strength, it did not matter how old Mofan was. If it were any other young Magician, Glorkian could easily take care of them with a raise of his hand.
"Err … pardon me for asking, but that … that snake, I don't think it's your Summoned Beast … if that's the case, I'll suggest our Parthenon Temple School to forfeit the national team," said Digaeus softly.
"It's the guardian of Hangzhou. Mofan once saved it when it was in danger, so it will show up whenever Mofan is in danger," explained Tang Zhong with a smile.
"I see," Digaeus let out a relieved sigh, as if he had just been scared to death.
If the snake was his Summoned Beast, he could easily dominate the World Magus Competition, let alone the national team. It was ridiculously strong!
China was such a scary place. He decided to return to Athens as soon as he was done with his business.
"I'll discuss it with her in private," said Mofan.
…
Mofan pushed Xinxia into the bamboo woods. A few leaves fell from the tree and landed on Xinxia's hair. Mofan took the leaves off, yet he could not help but fondle her soft hair.
Mofan slowly placed his hand beside Xinxia's ear and slid it down to her jade-like face.
His other hand subconsciously went through her hair. Mofan hugged her from behind, immersing himself in the fragrance of the bamboo and her hair …
Xinxia closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth and peace of mind.
"Brother Mofan, I think I should go," Xinxia broke the silence after some time.
"Why is that?" asked Mofan.
"It's fine there," said Xinxia, lowering her head and looking at her legs.
"Mm, if anyone dares to bully you, tell me as soon as possible. I'll tear their temple down," said Mofan.
Xinxia smiled, but there were tears at the corners of her eyes.
Even though she was a Psychic Magician, Xinxia realized that she was not good at expressing her thoughts.
She knew Mofan did not like to stay in the same place, nor did he like doing nothing. However, sometimes Mofan was too fast, and Xinxia had no chance of catching up to him... Most of the time, she could only wait in the same place...
Xinxia would often dream of Mo Fan coming back with wounds all over his body. He would walk toward her, but he would collapse due to exhaustion. She wanted to go to him, but she could not do it. She could only watch him. There was nothing she could do.
Parthenon. Xinxia was not against it. After all, it was the sacred hall of every Healer.
If the same dream happened again, she would be able to treat his injuries, or even walk toward him...
.
"We've decided. She can go to Parthenon." Mofan pushed Xinxia back to the table.
Glorkian and Digaeus let out relieved sighs. It was obvious that the Great Advisor was no ordinary person. Otherwise, why would he give them such great pressure?
"I'll book the tickets now," said Glorkian.
"Who says it's now? You can only pick her up in a week. If you like Hangzhou, you can have a week's vacation in Hangzhou. The Chief of the Enforcement Union will reimburse you. If you don't like it, you can go back to India and pick her up in a week's time, "said Mofan.
"It's Greece!" Glorkian's face darkened as he snarled.
"It doesn't make any difference, you can do whatever you want," said Mofan.
Glorkian and Digaeus discussed for a while, but they compromised with Mofan in the end.
It was most likely that they did not want to be scolded by the Great Advisor. They would definitely stay in Hangzhou and bring Xinxia to Parthenon in a week's time.
Tang Zhong suggested that they visit West Lake. It would only take them two to three days to enjoy the scenery.
The two foreigners shook their heads vigorously when they heard West Lake being mentioned!
They would not go there even if they were offered money!
…
Tang Zhong would obviously entertain the two nobles from Parthenon. Mofan was too lazy to entertain them.
A week later, Mofan would have to report to the national team. He would have seven days to enjoy himself with Xinxia.
Mofan had already decided on the place. They would go to the famous Wuzhen. The place was perfect for couples, as it was filled with refreshing shops, cafes, bars, and retro hotels and inns. They could walk around during the day, enjoy the scenery at night, and have sex late at night. It was the most perfect place!
…
"PA!"
"PA!"
"PA!"
A clear and melodious voice could be heard from the paper window of a certain elegant little house.
"Brother Mofan, I told you, I'm going to turn on the mosquito extinguisher," said Xinxia sternly.
"It's fine, I'll slap them to death. How dare they suck my blood? Aren't they scared of mutating? " Mofan was wearing pajamas designed for mental patients. He immediately lunged at the mosquito that had just sucked his blood.
Someone was about to ask, why didn't he use magic?
Are you kidding me, using magic to deal with mosquitoes? Where was his dignity!?
"I'm here, where are you running to!?" Mofan ran all the way to Xinxia's bed. It seemed like he was trying to kill the mosquitoes, but he was actually up to something. He pushed the defenseless Xinxia onto the bed. Her hair immediately scattered.
The room was filled with the fragrance of Ling Ling's giggles. Mofan took the opportunity to kiss her. Her skin was fair, tender, and fragrant. Ever since the top of Mount Hua was banned from visiting, no one cared even if Zhao Ritian was sitting on the edge of the cliff. Mofan did not think it was a good thing. He only felt that the peak was full of sorrow.
Xinxia was going to study abroad soon. God knew when they would meet again. Since it was dark and the wind was strong … no, it was a beautiful night, he had to get down to business!
…
The ancient town was quiet. The moonlight was dim. A few boats were tied to the shore of the Qing River, gently knocking on the walls.
There was some light on the paper window. The arched bridge was covered in moonlight. A young woman was walking alone. Her steps were light, her skirt swaying gently. Her slim waist and cherry bottom were reflected on the surface of the clear river …
The woman was walking, but she suddenly disappeared when she was in the middle of the bridge. It was extremely eerie.
Not long after, a giant white moth rose from the center of the bridge. The sound of its wings flapping was like a breeze blowing past. Even the calm river began to ripple …
It had a pair of agile eyes. It purposely looked around as it was flying, as if it was trying to make sure no one was watching it.
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