When Groken heard Tang Zhong's words, a little surprise appeared on his face.

"It turns out that Mr. Mo is a national player, no wonder his strength is so outstanding at a young age, I think you are a young man who runs out of China casually and has such strength, a false alarm......" Groken said righteously.

Groken crushed Mo Fan in terms of combat effectiveness, but he had to see how old he was, and if he was another young mage, Groken would solve it with a lift of his hand.

"That...... Take the liberty of asking, the ...... That snake shouldn't be your summoned beast...... In that case, in this battle of the state government, I would suggest that our Temple Academy abstain. Dicaeus on the side asked weakly.

"It is the patron saint of our Hangzhou, and Mo Fan once saved it when it was most dangerous, so when Mo Fan is in danger, it will appear. Tang Zhong explained with a smile.

"I see. Decaïus let out a long sigh of relief with a frightened expression on his face.

If this snake summons a beast, let alone a battle between the national capital, the battle between the world Dharma and the king can maintain a crushing posture, and it is ridiculously strong!

This place in China is really scary, so let's go back to Athens, Greece as soon as possible.

"I consulted with her privately. Mo Fan said.

......

Mo Fan pushed Xinxia towards the bamboo forest, and a few sharp leaf flakes fell and stuck on Xinxia's black hair. Mo Fan took them off, but couldn't help but caress her soft hair.

Slowly, Mo Fan put it next to Xinxia's ear and slid it onto his plump jade-like cheeks.

The other hand also inadvertently passed through the hair, and Mo Fan hugged her from behind. Immerse yourself in the scent of bamboo and hair......

Xinxia closed her eyes, quietly feeling the warmth and peace of mind.

"Brother Mo Fan. I think I'd better go for it. I don't know how long it took, Xinxia broke this tranquility by herself.

"Why?" Mo Fan asked.

"It's good there. Xinxia lowered her head. He said as he looked at his legs.

"Well, if someone bullies you, tell me as soon as possible, and I will tear down their ruined temple. Mo Fan said.

Xinxia laughed, but there was a touch of crystal in the corner of her eyes, which was there.

Although he is a spiritual mage, Xinxia discovers that she is actually very bad at expressing her inner thoughts.

She knew that Mo Fan didn't like to stay in a place that sank and didn't change, and she didn't like to do nothing, but sometimes Mo Fan walked too fast. Xinxia can't catch up at all, and many times she can only stay somewhere and wait quietly......

Xinxia often dreamed that Mo Fan came back with bruises, he walked towards him, and fell down halfway, he wanted to go to him, but she couldn't. You can only watch, just look at that, and you can't do anything.

The Parthenon, Xinxia is not actually exclusive here. After all, it's the sanctuary of every healing mage.

If the dream returned, she could heal his wounds or walk towards him......

......

"We agreed that she could go to the Parthenon. Mo Fan pushed Xinxia back to the stone table.

Groken and Dicaeus breathed a sigh of relief. It can be seen that the Great Mentor is an extraordinary person, otherwise how could he put so much pressure on them.

"Then I'll book my ticket now. Groken said.

"Who said now. At least a week before you can come and pick people up, you have to like Hangzhou. Just travel to Hangzhou for a week, and let the presiding judge reimburse you. If you don't like it, you can go back to India first. Come back in a week to pick someone up. Mo Fan said.

"It's a Greek !!!," Groken's face darkened, with a slight growl.

"It doesn't make a difference, you can do it yourself. Mo Fan said.

Groken and Dicaeus discussed it for a while, and finally compromised Mo Fan.

Most of the two of them didn't want to go back to find the great mentor's scolding, so they definitely stayed in Hangzhou and took Xinxia to the Parthenon Academy a week later.

Tang Zhong suggested that they could visit the West Lake, the scenery of the West Lake, and taste it for two or three days to pass the time.

At the mention of West Lake, the two foreign friends shook their heads like pounded garlic!

That place, give them money and they won't go!!

......

Tang Zhong naturally entertained the two Parthenon nobles, and Mo Fan himself was too lazy to bird them.

A week later, Mo Fan was also going to report to the national government, and he had exactly seven days to be able to have a good relationship with Xinxia without shame.

Mofan place has been thought of, go to the famous Wuzhen, this place is actually the most suitable for couples, you can see fresh shops everywhere, small coffee, small bars, retro hotels and small hotels full of style, shopping during the day, looking at it at night, popping at night, it couldn't be more wonderful!

......

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack"

In the gap of the paper window of an elegant small house, this crisp and melodious voice was inadvertently heard.

"Brother Mo Fan, I just said that I want to turn on the mosquito lamp. Xin Xia said with a serious face.

"It's okay, I'll shoot them to death. Uncle Ben dares to suck his blood, and he is not afraid of mutation!" Mo Fan was wearing a mentally ill pajamas, and suddenly pounced, chasing a mosquito that had just drawn his blood.

Someone is about to ask, why not magic?

What are you kidding, you still use magic to deal with these mosquitoes, where is the dignity!!

"Here, where are you running!" Mo Fan chased to Xinxia's bedside, seemingly fighting mosquitoes, but in fact, he had another plan, and threw the defenseless Xinxia on the bed, and the coiled hair suddenly scattered messily.

The house is full of fragrance, the coquettish smile of the silver bell, Mo Fan seized the opportunity to rub the oil and kiss for a while, white and tender, water and spirit, fragrant, you must know that since the top of Huashan Mountain has been closed as a tourist, it is really sitting on the edge of the mountain peak and cliff Zhao Ritian no one cares, Mo Fan didn't think how good this was and how arrogant it was, he only felt that endless sadness was in the dangerous peak.

Xinxia is about to study abroad, and God knows when we will be able to meet, riding the moon and the dark wind...... No, it should be a beautiful day, and you have to do the right thing to do whatever you say!!

......

The ancient town is quiet, the moonlight is hazy, and there are a few boats tied to the shore floating on the Qing River that flows by, slightly knocking on the stone wall.

There are some sparkles on the paper windows, the moon frost on the arched bridge, and a young woman walks alone, her steps are light, her skirt is swaying, and the willow waist and cherry buttocks are reflected on the clear river......

The woman walked, walked, and suddenly disappeared when her body was in the middle of the path, which was extremely strange.

Not long after, a huge white moth swooped up from the center of the bridge, its wings flapping like a cool breeze, and the calm water rippled......

It has a pair of smart eyes, and as it flies, it looks around on purpose, as if to make sure that anyone is seeing.

She was very agile and flew quickly to the eaves, a pair of bare jade feet on the tiles a little lighter, and then flew farther away, disappearing into the bleak night in the blink of an eye. (To be continued.) )