Full-Time Mage: Double Return, Niu Ma Mo Fan

Chapter 119 Farewell, A Small Request!

Mo Fan sighed and decisively stepped aside.

Only the warrior-level spirit within the little mudfish and his beloved daughter, Little Flame Princess, could soothe his wounded heart.

From today onward, he will learn not to compare himself to Meng Qiuzhen.

Because that would hurt him even more; we must discard thoughts that are harmful and offer no benefit.
"You want to know? Hmm. How about a friendly price of one hundred million?" Meng Qiuzhen considered it for a moment and then offered a genuine friendly price.

"oops!"

The short man, distracted by the words, failed to see where he was going and fell into a pit more than two meters deep.
He quickly and nimbly jumped out, but covered his mouth with one hand, perhaps because his front tooth had been knocked out.

This was all because the price Guai Meng Qiu Zhen quoted scared him away.

To ask for 100 million based on such vague and unknown information—there's no need to go to such lengths to deceive foreigners.

If we scare people away from ever coming to the ancient capital again, then we won't have any business to do in the future.
Asha's face darkened, and after glancing at Meng Qiuzhen, she didn't ask any more questions.

This was clearly an attempt to exploit her, but even though she desperately wanted to know, she chose to endure it; she still had that much willpower.

After her victory, Ding Yumin quickly went to ask Meng Qiuzhen, and apparently received news about the goddess of fortune.

Upon seeing this, Asha's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

She felt like she had met a man who was her nemesis today.

The Chinese man opposite her, who claims to be the most handsome man in Shanghai, might just be her lifelong rival.
The other party is young but already possesses a commander-level contracted beast, has mastered water magic to an extraordinary degree, and is mysterious and low-key.

Asha's expertise in intelligence trading was limited, but she had never heard of the person named Meng Qiuzhen.

It wasn't just her curiosity about some lucky goddess; her curiosity about the truth of her dream was even greater.

They even wanted to cut the other person open to see what material they were made of.
As Asha'ruya thought this, Meng Qiuzhen quickly noticed that something was wrong with this woman; she seemed to want to devour him.
While Meng Qiuzhen was fighting against Asharuya, Wu Pingjing had already turned the entire ancient capital upside down looking for him.

All that is known is that he left the city very early.
Meng Qiuzhen was unaware that someone in the ancient capital was looking for him. At this time, the group had already arrived at Huacun.

The village path was a mess, with destroyed wooden houses, scattered haystacks, and brown bloodstains everywhere, but there was no one in sight.
Just as everyone was wondering, Meng Qiuzhen walked straight to a well, and that's when they discovered the villagers hiding inside.

The villagers filed out, and Mo Fan spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Old Meng is awesome! Lady Luck is too strong!"

Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise and immediately found Zhang Xiaohou, but unfortunately he had been infected with the Forgetfulness Worm and was in a state of amnesia.

"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" Mo Fan patted him and took a deep breath.

"Someone's here to pick you up," Su Xiaoluo said with a bright smile.

"I do not go."

"That won't do. Your friend said you're a military mage, and he'll take you back for treatment. Maybe your amnesia will be cured?"

"I..." Zhang Xiaohou didn't know how to express what he wanted to say, so he just stared at Su Xiaoluo.

Mo Fan, standing to the side, could easily tell that Zhang Xiaohou, after losing his memory, seemed to be very dependent on this girl.

Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou's pig-like appearance and shook his head helplessly.

Meng Qiuzhen was absolutely right. I went through all sorts of trouble to come here to find you, but you're here picking up girls!
...The village was destroyed, and the villagers split into two factions.

One group chose to stay, relying on the divine water from the well for protection; this group consisted mostly of older people.

"The village is in this state, are you still staying here to wait to die?"

"Zhang Xiaohou's friends will escort us to the ancient capital. We'll be safe once we reach the outer city wall."

"A few young kids, how could they possibly handle what's going on outside? Anyway, we're not leaving!"

Another group chose to follow Meng Qiuzhen and his companions to live in the ancient capital. Most of them were young people, and the village chief Xie Sang was the most determined to go to the ancient capital.

“Since it’s their decision, there’s no point in trying to persuade them further. Those who want to leave, gather at the village entrance. We’ll set off in ten minutes. Remember to bring your grey garlic!” Village Chief Xie Sang said decisively.

Meng Qiuzhen glanced at him, knowing all about the mess between him and Fang Gu, the village chief of Yangyang Village, but he didn't want to get involved. If he encountered Fang Gu's attack on the way, he would be interested in talking to him and seeing if he had any unwanted Kun Well water to give him for free.
A group of about thirty people formed a team and left the village. For Meng Qiuzhen, Mo Fan, and the others, it meant returning the way they came.

“Let’s take this road, then we won’t go through Yangyang Village,” Village Chief Xie Sang said to Mo Fan, who was leading the way.

Is it faster to walk like this?

"This road has undulating terrain. It looks short on the map, but it actually takes quite a while. Trust me, I've been around this area a lot."

Mo Fan nodded and continued on his way as instructed by Village Chief Xie Sang.

……

"Let's part ways here." Asharuya winked at Meng Qiuzhen, a faint, charming smile on her face.

Asha'ruya had changed into a new veil, this time a more elegant purple, which concealed her stunningly beautiful face that could steal one's soul.

She had originally intended to feign reluctance to part, to see if Meng Qiuzhen would tell her the information she wanted to know.

But his carefree and ever-smiling expression made Asha's premonition of the outcome even before she pretended. This man, who was her natural enemy, could not be treated with ordinary thinking.

"It's a tangled mess, a sorrow of parting. I hope we meet again in Europe someday. I hope you won't run into me at the National Team finals," Meng Qiuzhen said readily, without a trace of reluctance or pleading.

"The most handsome man in Shanghai, you'll be representing China in this battle? I'm really looking forward to it. If you can beat me, I might actually marry you and give you a bunch of big, healthy boys."

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment. You're no less beautiful than the most beautiful woman in Sweden. I hope you won't go back on your word."

"Giggle giggle~~~~~" Asha Ruya covered her mouth and laughed as she left.

I met a very interesting Chinese person on this trip; perhaps it was fate.

Meng Qiuzhen had no interest in what Asha'ruya was going to do in this chaotic land.

Just like when he came to see Zhang Xiaohou, he treated it as an outing and a chance to explore the Land of the Dead, which he had never seen before, as a trip for fun.

Asha'ruya left with two attendants, but Ding Yumin was still there, staring intently at Meng Qiuzhen.

For some reason, she always had to get involved in everything Asha's and Meng Qiuzhen did, and she was only satisfied when she compared herself to the other party.

Under her gaze, Meng Qiuzhen felt somewhat helpless. He should have known better than to praise her as the most beautiful woman in Sweden.
After thinking for a moment, he promised, "How about I grant you a small, not unreasonable request?"

"make a deal!"

(End of this chapter)