Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

When they saw Bai Mo and others coming towards them, the short, muscular man, and the woman in black stockings all stopped in their tracks.

Mo Fan finally took his eyes away from the woman with black stockings. When he saw Bai Mo, he was a little surprised.

"Bai Mo, why are you here too? Are you here for a trip?"

"I separated from you in Zhuoyuan and came here. Besides, it's the right time for me to ask you, what are you doing here if you're not competing in the national nomination contest?"

Speaking of this, Mo Fan's face became serious, "It's just the right time to meet you. Something happened to the monkey. I'll go look for it. How about you come with me?"

"Okay." Bai Mo was waiting for this sentence. He was not going to save Zhang Xiaohou, but to use him to find out the members of the Black Church among the villagers of Huacun.

The other thing is to seize Fang Gu and collect the last remaining Kunjing water.

Once it starts to rain in the ancient capital, Sha Yuan will not stop moving forward. What he does will naturally not stop Sha Yuan.

Just to list some evidence and give the ancient capital magic association, which is still like a headless fly, a reminder to make some preparations in advance so that fewer people will die.

"This is" the short man looked at Mo Fan and then at Bai Mo.

To be honest, the looks of Bai Mo and Ding Yumian alone were enough to amaze the short man, not to mention that the two of them were riding a contracted beast that looked very powerful.

He was mainly worried that with two more people, Gray Garlic would not be enough. It was getting dark. Intermediate mages like them would not be able to survive without Gray Garlic in the wild.

"He is my friend, a high-level mage." Mo Fan glanced at the short man, remembering the 10 million in travel expenses that he was extorted from, and encouraged, "If you want to collect travel expenses, go ahead and collect them, he has money! "

"Hahaha, what did brother Mo Fan say? My short man is always impatient and loyal, so I just brought a few more people. This is nothing."

The short man laughed loudly, and pretended to come forward in two steps and hooked his hands on Mo Fan's shoulders, saying with a familiar look:

"Brother Mo Fan's friends are my short boy's friends. They don't have money. I don't care about them. They just don't have much left."

The short man looked at Bai Mo hesitantly. Bai Mo had already put away the wind spirit and landed beside everyone. He smiled when he heard the words.

"We have ways to avoid the undead."

"That's good, that's good." The short man smiled even more enthusiastically. "Let me introduce you. This is Astraea, also named Ye Mengwei, who is also going to Weiju Village."

Ye Meng'a looked at Bai Mo and the others and nodded slightly. The guard man next to her raised his chin, as if he was not afraid of Mo Fan's so-called status as a high-level mage.

"For such a young high-ranking person, he just brewed it from a medicine jar. It's nothing special."

A murmur reached everyone's ears. The expressions of the short man and the burly man were slightly stagnant, while Bai Mo and Ding Yumian's expressions remained normal. Ye Mengwei couldn't see anything, and looked forward with a calm look, but Mo Fan really wanted to watch the show.

He had been unhappy with this guy whose eyes reached to the top of his head for a long time.

"Brother Bai Mo, we have an old saying in Kyushu, which is that if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them. Brother Bai Mo is just too strong, which is why he attracts such sour winds from narrow-minded people."

Su Ming, who had always been quiet, suddenly spoke to Bai Mo, seemingly comforting him, but actually sarcastic.

The little guy was grateful to Bai Mo for saving him, and he didn't want anyone to say anything wrong.

"Little brat, say it again, who are you talking about!"

The bearded man's face suddenly turned red, but he didn't think he had any selfish motives. But as a knight, he would not allow his noble character to be blasphemed!

He stared at Su Ming with sharp eyes, and the powerful aura of an intermediate mage emerged from his whole body, pressing towards Su Ming!

"Okay, he was right, stand down!" Ye Meng'ai said in a cold voice. Just now, she had already thought of Bai Mo's message.

Including the guy behind who was staring at her all the way, she remembered who they were.

Bai Mo actually doesn't have a good impression of foreigners, to be precise, foreigners in this world. I can’t say there’s any hatred, it’s just that I was disgusted after reading the whole Fa in my previous life.

Therefore, even though Ye Mengwei had already spoken out to teach this so-called guard a lesson, he still had no intention of stopping. On the other hand, it also made the short man feel at ease and taught him a lesson for quarreling with children.

Level 5's mental thoughts were condensed in an instant, and he glanced at the bearded man. The pressure caused by his thoughts in an instant made him kneel down on one knee.

"Misfortune comes from your mouth. This is your apology."

Finally, he raised his eyes again and looked at Ye Mengwei, who had a bit of sullenness in his eyes, "Miss Ye, do you have any objection?"

"This is what he deserves. Offending Mr. Bai is naturally his fault. But I hope I will be the one to make this punishment next time."

Ye Meng'a's eyes returned to calmness and she spoke calmly.

With a chuckle, Bai Mo did not respond and pulled Ding Yumian behind the team, while Su Ming ran to chat with the strong man.

It can be seen that Su Ming must have told him some general information about the destruction of Danger Village, which caused the strong man's face to become anxious at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pace of everyone's actions also accelerated a lot because of him.

Mo Fan didn't notice this, but came closer and looked at Astraea in front of him with evil eyes:

"I'm talking about Bai Mo, why didn't I notice before that you are quite domineering. But you did a good job with this move. You immediately made that Astraea remember you. She is a big beauty! Look at that butt, look. I can’t get tired of watching it all day long! Hey hey!”

"Don't talk nonsense, I have Yumian, Jiaojiao, Tutu and Qingqing."

"I'll go, you beast!" Mo Fan's eyes widened.

Bai Mo remained unmoved, letting the voices of the two of them speak not reach beyond one foot, and then listened to what he continued:

"Besides, if you have more contact with them, you will know that it is useless to be modest when facing these foreigners, especially those from the Parthenon. Besides, I am not you. If you insist on others stepping on you, Only then will you show your strength."

"What are you talking about? I'm not sick, I just react slowly." Mo Fan refused to admit this. What does it mean to like to be stepped on by others? !

Then, he came to his senses and asked with some confusion, "Parthenon, this name sounds familiar."

"That's a world-renowned magic organization that masters the most advanced white magic and can even be resurrected. Astraea is the candidate for Parthenon's goddess."

Bai Mo probably gave him some popular science, and these were not blocked, so everyone present could hear them, so Bai Mo didn't make them up.

But Mo Fan was a little confused, "She is so awesome, why do you still offend her?"

"What's wrong with a guard who is not even a high-level guard?" Bai Mo curled his lips, "That man is not her cowherd."

"That's true."

During the conversation, the sky had darkened, and the undead crawled out of the kingdom of death, looking for the breath of the living.

Bai Mo and the other three quietly followed the team, all shrouded in Bai Ze's invisible power. They clearly didn't eat gray garlic, and the things crawling out of the soil were clearly close at hand, but it was as if they couldn't see them.

This made Mo Fan, the short man, and others who ate the unspeakable taste of gray garlic widen their eyes.

"What method is this?" The strong man couldn't hold it back.