Versatile Mage: I can control you until you die.

Fanxue Mountain.

Surrounded by winter fog, the sea surface is no longer clear.

It seems as if the whole world is surrounded by gray tones, and the ships, islands and even coastlines in the distance are looming in this veil-like mist.

"The fog is so thick that only Russian flights dare to fly. We have to go to Moscow first, take another flight and then go to Athens." Mo Fan said.

Xu Fang smiled and said, "I'll listen to you. You take the money."

Mo Fan rolled his eyes.

How dare this beast say that?

If he wasn't afraid that Huangmao would really become Huangmao, would Mo Fan be so generous?

"Has Lingling arrived?" Mo Fan looked at his watch.

"It's almost there... Look over there, isn't that it?"

On the mountain road of Fanxue Mountain, a beautiful girl came over pulling a suitcase.

The little beauty was wearing a fluffy and soft down jacket. Her long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, with a few strands of hair gently hanging in front of her forehead.

"Tsk...where are the twin ponytails?" Xu Fang sighed.

Mo Fan also shook his head: "Yeah, the baby fat is gone, alas."

The little Lolita has grown up and become a beautiful young girl. She no longer looks like a cute little girl, which is a pity.

"Mo Fan." Lingling walked up to Mo Fan and greeted him, then glanced at Xu Fang without saying anything.

"What, you don't know me?" Xu Fang said.

"you are?"

Lingling frowned slightly, looking a little aloof.

Xu Fang wiped his face, revealing his original appearance. Lingling's eyes widened instantly: "Xu Fang!?"

"Xiao Lingling, do you want a hug after a long time of separation?" Xu Fang said with a smile.

"How did you do it?" Lingling asked.

"A little trick." Xu Fang wiped it in the opposite direction and returned to his previous appearance: "Also, please call me Zhang San now."

Lingling's eyes lit up, and just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Xu Fang: "No, I won't teach you. You have to go to school."

Lingling: "..."

Cheapskate!

Lingling is on winter vacation now. Xu Fang and Mo Fan were both very busy recently and no one had time to look for her. The great hunter master could only attend the winter vacation after-school care class at school.

When she heard that they were going to Greece this time, she had to go no matter what!

Even if you just treat it as a trip, it’s better than staying in Shanghai and getting moldy!

Xu Fang and Mo Fan didn't bring any luggage, and the three of them went straight to the airport.

In the car, I don’t know if Lingling was angry or what, her voice was cold:

"Why don't you guard your Jinlin? Didn't they say on TV that you're now the principal and are busy all day long?"

"Xiao Lingling, brother will teach you today that a mature force can't rely on the boss alone to run around. Employees also need to be trained. If it can't function without me, Jin Lin, then it is doomed to be deformed and unstable." Xu Fang said with a smile.

Lingling snorted softly.

She also knew that Xu Fang was telling the truth.

Mo Fan beside him also sighed: "That makes sense. I totally agree."

Xu Fang and Lingling cast questioning glances at the same time.

No matter how you look at it, you, Mo Fan, look like the mascot of Fanxue Mountain!

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We arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and it took off from the fog.

Some people don't like flying, even though the probability of a plane crash is much lower than a car crash, simply because they don't have a sense of control.

It feels like the moment the plane taxis onto the runway, your destiny no longer belongs to you.

Xu Fang didn't have this concern.

With his current level of cultivation, let alone an ordinary plane crash, even if it exploded in the air, it would land on the ground intact.

Mo Fan was on his right, while Lingling was sitting on his left by the window, staring at the gloomy sky outside.

Eight hours later, the plane arrived in Irkutsk.

As soon as they got off the plane, the three saw the waiting hall full of people, cursing in Russian one after another.

"What happened?" Xu Fang stopped someone and asked.

The man, who was wearing glasses and looked very educated, answered in Interlingua: "The flight can't take off, and the surrounding hotels are full. These tourists are anxious."

“Why can’t it take off?”

"What else could it be? The bear tribe in the north invaded, and the airport was requisitioned by the military!"

The man with glasses was unhappy: "Those soldiers are drunk all day long. If it were the Chinese, they would have wiped out the entire Mao bear clan long ago!"

A person nearby responded: "Yes! I really envy our neighbors. They have the best living environment in the world, and they have a group of the bravest warriors to protect them!"

“They are a true fighting nation!”

"Ula!"

It was normal at first, but later it started to mix in some personal stories.

Everyone was talking at once, as if they were staging a foreign version of "The Great Scholars Debate on Scriptures".

If we organize it and compile it into "Yilin (Foreign Special Edition)", we should be able to make a lot of money.

"What should we do now?" Mo Fan asked helplessly.

"Just wait, there will be results in about two or three days." Xu Fang said.

Two or three days are enough for the military to make a judgment and issue a notice to the local area.

Whether it is a temporary evacuation or issuing a mage assembly order, a result must be given.

For example, in Xiamen, when the local military district discovered that the threat of the siren was beyond its control, it decisively issued a call for action, and mages from all over the country flocked to the city to suppress this purple-level city-destroying disaster.

The three of them walked out.

Just like what the guy with glasses said, there is no place to stay in this damn place.

The main feature of Russian flights is that they are stubborn and dare to take off in any dangerous situation and will only deal with the destination first.

“Why don’t we just find a small, dark hotel to deal with it?” Mo Fan said.

"no!"

Lingling firmly opposed it.

Black hotels are usually built in basements. Not only are they dark and damp, but no one knows what the quilts have been used by countless people and what they were used for.

Lingling would rather sleep on the street than live in that damn place!

"Then let's go to the park and experience the Japanese style."

"Japanese style?"

"It's just a cardboard house. Find a refrigerator, air conditioner or something like that out of cardboard. You can open a window and sleep there." Xu Fang said with a smile.

In the 23s and s, Japan was hit by various speculation crazes, with everyone speculating in stocks and overspending. Also, "land and property will never depreciate." It was said that the total land price in Tokyo's districts could buy the entire United States.

Then, it exploded.

Going to the rooftop? You have to queue up.

Jumping into the river? You have to queue up too.

There are cardboard houses like this everywhere in Japanese parks. If you ask if it’s cold or not, just ask the wind. Children are not afraid of the cold. Haven’t you seen the children in cartoons wearing cotton jackets on the upper body and shorts on the lower body?

"Don't stop!"

Lingling looked at the two useless men with disdain and waved her hand: "Follow me!"

The big sister led the way in front, and the two younger brothers Xu Fang and Mo Fan escorted behind, and they soon found a local university.

There are also kindergartens and primary schools attached to the university. The heroic mothers who are still in university send their children there after giving birth, and then they go to their own schools.

Arriving at the restaurant, Lingling looked around and caught sight of a couple who looked very simple and honest.

Sitting down next to them, Lingling's acting skills exploded: "Brother! Brother! Have we found a place to stay?"

Mo Fan was still confused, Xu Fang immediately said: "Brother is looking for it, don't worry!"

"But I'm very tired, I need to rest!" Lingling shouted.

The little girl pursed her lips tightly and there seemed to be tears brewing in her eyes.

It's the kind of feeling where a girl is about to cry but is stubbornly holding it back. Combined with her cute appearance, who wouldn't feel sorry for her?

"Don't be willful!" Xu Fang scolded.

Lingling said nothing, lowered her head and scratched the poor table hard.

The young couple next to them glanced over here, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

As if he had no choice but to listen to Lingling's calls, Xu Fang turned around helplessly and whispered in Interlingua: "Hey brother, we've run into some trouble..."