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

Chapter 3 Goddess of Luck!

A woman who looked like a young married woman, and whose spirits seemed to have withered, walked into the Qingtian Hunting Grounds.

Shortly after, she left dejectedly after explaining her request.

Why don't you help her?

Mo Fan felt sorry for the woman and couldn't help but ask her a question.

Meng Qiuzhen remained expressionless, showing absolutely no interest in the matter.

Although I had already guessed that the woman I had just met was probably the predecessor of the Scaled Mother Demon in the original story.

Whether a woman is a demon or a human, it doesn't matter.

Compared to these things, he would rather carry Mo Fan back and study him.

Or perhaps you should think about what to do with the candy in your pocket.
"Young man, you can't judge a book by its cover."

Then, Old Man Bao produced a power of attorney with the same address as the woman's power of attorney.

"This commission was actually signed with us by the husband of that woman, and the situation he described is roughly similar to that woman's," Old Bao said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan felt goosebumps rise all over his body!

As expected, Old Man Bao asked the two of them and Lingling to handle the matter.

Consider it a trial for the job application process.

The two stayed at the hunting lodge for a while, and finally arranged to meet Lingling at the Masterpiece Private Garden.

Leaving the hunting lodge, Mo Fan felt somewhat embarrassed. In just this short time, he had already been looked down upon by Lingling countless times.
"How about a foot bath? It's on me."

Meng Qiuzhen suggested.

"How can this be so embarrassing?"

Despite saying sorry, Mo Fan had already opened the "Shameless Map" to find the nearest foot massage parlor.

……

Inside a foot massage parlor.

Mo Fan couldn't help but complain.

"Who the hell goes to a legitimate foot massage parlor?"

The technician in front of me almost couldn't help but laugh.

He wouldn't have come if he'd known it was just a proper foot bath.

"But speaking of which, Brother Meng, where are you from? A freshman with mid-level cultivation shouldn't be completely unknown."

Mo Fan inquired about Meng Qiuzhen.

He himself doesn't need an introduction; Dean Xiao already exposed his true colors when the beast fight ended.

Now, even the dogs in the Qing campus probably know that Mo Fan is from Bocheng.

"Low-key."

"I come from a small family in the south. Sigh, let's not talk about it."

Meng Qiuzhen sighed, a rare occurrence, as memories of the past flooded his mind.

There was a high-ranking family in the south, the Meng family, where he was born.

At that time, his parents were both high-level mages, but they later disappeared, and the family declined.

Furthermore, he also sensed that a mysterious force was secretly suppressing the Meng family.

Now, only his fourth uncle remains at the mid-level in the Meng family; the others have either left or scattered.

When traveling, Meng Qiuzhen never mentions that he comes from the Meng family.

He won't show himself until his strength reaches a high level, or even a super level.

The only thing he can do now is to become stronger; with the system at his disposal, he is destined for greatness.

He glanced at Mo Fan, this human treasure trove.

Meng Qiu really wanted to give him a magic item directly to see if he could farm magic items infinitely.

Since we couldn't find an excuse, we decided to wash each other's feet first to improve our compatibility.

After all, there are four ironclad bonds in life: having carried a gun, having studied together, having shared the spoils, and having slept with prostitutes and had their feet washed.

……

In the evening, on their way to the private garden by taxi, Meng Qiuzhen and Mo Fan barely managed to escape from the entanglement of three girls.

"Sigh, I just want to keep a low profile, but I can't contain my powerful charm."

Meng Qiuzhen narcissistically remarked, "Washing my feet really makes a difference; our feelings for each other have increased significantly."

"Well, I admit that Lao Meng, you are the only person in Shanghai who can rival me in terms of handsomeness."

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him one of the two most handsome men in Shanghai."

After getting out of the car, the two didn't forget to flatter each other.

As expected, we arrived quite late.

"Why are you so late?" Little Lingling stood with her hands on her hips, looking sullen.

Looking at the little girl, Mo Fan suspected that the old man had asked him to bring the child, rather than to exorcise demons.

"It's not dark yet, is it? Calm down, how about having a candy?"

Following the principle of not wasting anything, Meng Qiuzhen still took the candy out of her pocket.

"Do you think I'm a child?! If you want to eat, go eat somewhere else!"

Unsurprisingly, he received a cold shoulder from Lingling.

Mo Fan covered his mouth with one hand, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter, and gave Meng Qiuzhen a thumbs up with the other.

Meng Qiuzhen's lips twitched.

If you're not a child, then am I a child?

Rejected and looked down upon, Meng Qiuzhen looked at Mo Fan and tossed him a few pills.

"Come on, if you're brothers, let's eat together!"

Mo Fan's smile vanished.

A moment later, on the rooftop.

Lingling opened her laptop to check the surveillance footage that had been set up in advance.

The two tall young men behind him were eating candy, which looked quite comical.

"Old Meng, if you don't like it, can you not buy it next time?" Mo Fan complained.

"I won't buy it next time," Meng Qiuzhen nodded.

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and deliberately reached into his pocket, actually using the space of the Yin-Yang diagram.

On the surveillance footage, Mo Fan still couldn't see the steamy scene when Lingling turned off the bathroom camera.

After thinking through his plan, Meng Qiuzhen took out a wooden statue.

"Old Meng, what is this?"

Mo Fan noticed the wood carving and asked a question.

In his eyes, the wooden carving was the size of a palm, and the carving was incredibly lifelike.

A curvaceous figure, exquisite clothing, and beautifully sculpted hair.

All of this made Mo Fan believe that the person who could carve such a work was definitely a 'craftsman'.

But he was stunned when he saw the wooden face.

The wooden carving's face is blank, with only three closed eyes and no other facial features.

This made Mo Fan feel disgusted, no less than seeing a beautiful girl dressed in a JK uniform, only to find out when she turns around that she's a 'Ru Hua' picking her nose.

After turning off the bathroom surveillance camera, bored Lingling also noticed the wooden carving in Meng Qiuzhen's hand.

He feigned seriousness and didn't ask out of curiosity, but his gaze was already half on Meng Qiuzhen, waiting for his answer.

Lingling is extremely interested in exploring the unknown.

"I carved this myself, and I call it the 'Goddess of Luck'!" Meng Qiuzhen answered their questions.

"Goddess of Luck?" Lingling and Mo Fan said in unison.

"Oh, so you're that craftsman. But what's the use of this lucky charm? You don't use it for blessings, do you?" Mo Fan was puzzled by Meng Qiuzhen's intentions.

"Pretty much, He can give me some reminders at crucial moments!" Meng Qiuzhen said solemnly.

Mo Fan and Lingling exchanged a glance, their doubts deepening.

Is it really that amazing?

Don't believe in the magic within yourself, believe in Lady Luck?

Are you out of your mind?
Meng Qiuzhen instantly understood the look in their eyes, and the answer in her heart was:
Of course I don't believe it!

This so-called goddess of fortune was nothing more than something he casually sculpted.

Its purpose is to allow the goddess of fortune to recount the original plot that he knows.

With a little groundwork laid, as long as the messages from Lady Luck remain accurate and correct.

Then who would dare say that Lady Luck is fake!

He can then use Lady Luck's words to achieve some of the effects he desires.

"If you don't believe me, I'll demonstrate it for you."

Dreaming of reality is all pretense; with eyes closed, one holds Lady Luck in the palm of their hand and raises it high.

As dusk fell, the lingering blood-red sunlight on the horizon shone on the wooden carving.

In Mo Fan and Lingling's eyes, the face of the goddess of fortune, which had no other features, was slowly covered with blood!
It seemed as if the three eyes on its face would open at any moment, revealing an endless sea of ​​blood within!
Mo Fan couldn't help but take a step back!
What the hell!
This unknown mystery seems even more eerie than when I saw the Winged Wolf in Bo City!
Lingling almost dropped her laptop.

She's incredibly brave; she doesn't even blink when she sees demons or bloodshed.

But the scene that Meng Qiuzhen created made her feel inexplicably uneasy!
"Old Meng, are you serious?!"

Mo Fan exclaimed in surprise!
(End of this chapter)