The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

On the other side, Chi did not stop and continued to move forward quickly, turning a deaf ear to Mo Jun's words.

He only listened to Jiang Liujing's words, and he would not stop until Jiang Liujing told him to stop.

Mo Jun looked at his cold face, and for a moment he thought that this was a puppet.

Perfect, cold, powerful, and he carries out orders without thinking. If he were compared to a weapon, it would surely be a peerless divine weapon that would make anyone jealous.

Too bad it's not in his hands.

Whatever, whatever. Mo Jun thought, what he was pursuing was not power.

He avoided Chi's attack and quickly flashed away to create a long distance.

As a puppeteer, Mo Jun's own combat ability is not strong. Without the help of the puppets, he cannot fight Chi head-on.

But he ran very fast, completely unlike a fire mage. He even seemed to be able to flash, and without showing any sign of exerting force, he was already in another place.

Chi's gaze fell on Mo Jun's shoes. Is there something wrong with this thing?

His expression remained unchanged, and he was not impatient because he could not get rid of him immediately. He just chased and pressed him slowly, and drove the man out of the field without making a sound.

There are people everywhere here, which actually limits his performance, but things will be different once he is kicked out.

Mo Jun was not stupid either. After feeling the change in the flow of people around him, he quickly realized Chi's intention.

In an instant, he thought of a way to escape the crisis. He only needed to take a hostage, preferably one with enough weight, so that these people would have to let him go.

"Teacher Mo Jun!" Suddenly an urgent cry came from the crowd.

Mo Jun turned his head and saw a familiar student waving at him anxiously.

He remembered that this was a boy who loved alchemy, but hadn't made much of an impact in it. He once approached Mo Jun and asked him dejectedly if he should have given up early, but Mo Jun encouraged him.

Mo Jun told him that successful people are usually divided into two types.

One type is the genius who shines brightly as soon as they appear. These people are the favorites of God and possess talents that others can only envy. They cannot be imitated or learned. Their existence is as if telling everyone else that your existence is meaningless.

But there are also those who are gifted, but who are just as clumsy as the rest of us at first, and who must go through more trials and tribulations than the rest. After that, their growth curve can even surpass that of the rest. These people are often called "late bloomers."

At that time, Mo Jun said to the student: "You can actually hold on a little longer. There is no such thing as unprovoked passion in the world. In my opinion, you still have talent."

The student's eyes lit up instantly.

It was very bright, as if a star that was about to go out was ignited again.

After that, he seemed to have truly found his own talent and broken through the things that bound him. Mo Jun also became his "mentor" in his eyes, and he contributed to Mo Jun's "Most Popular Teacher" voting.

Mo Jun has helped many people like this student.

So many that he couldn't remember their faces and voices, let alone their names and life stories.

So much so that when his memory was evoked at this moment, he was a little surprised. After all, this was actually something unnecessary for him to remember.

His life had only one purpose long ago.

I worked hard for it and tried my best to achieve it, only to find out that I was the "one without talent".

It cannot be done and cannot be achieved. The only way seems to be to seek help from God.

So today, he had to come, even if he knew it was a trap, he had to come.

As for whether the gods would respond to a sinful soul, that was not something he could think about.

"Teacher Mo Jun, there must be some misunderstanding here! I believe you! I'll help you stop them! Run quickly!"

The boy was still shouting at him anxiously, and at the same time, he condensed a magic light wave in his hand, which shot out with a bang, blocking Chi and Mo Jun.

Chi Qianxing paused and glanced at the boy in the crowd with a very cold expression.

The boy stared at him firmly, "Teacher Mo Jun is a very good teacher, you must be wrong!"

His attitude and emotions were strong and resolute, and gradually infected the people around him.

Most of the people present were actually students of the school, and quite a few of them knew Mo Jun. Even if they had not received direct instruction from him, they had heard of his good reputation among teachers.

This is a teacher who would even provide financial assistance to students when they had no money to buy materials, and would not ask for anything in return afterwards. He never hit or scolded students during class, and even those without talent would not be discriminated against in his classes.

When students privately evaluate a teacher, they often compare themselves with Mo Jun, and ultimately conclude that it would be great if all teachers were like Mo Jun.

They say that this person, whose outward image is completely associated with being a "good guy" and "gentle and considerate", has offended God?

After getting over the initial shock, the students came to their senses and thought about it again, and found that this reason was totally untenable.

"Yeah, maybe I recognized the wrong person, Teacher Mo Jun would never do such a thing."

"He doesn't even swear, how could he blaspheme?"

Another voice in the crowd gradually grew louder, and more and more students stood up to block Mo Jun, even blocking him as if to protect him.

Chi's face turned gloomy in an instant. The noisy voices and mixed smells of humans made him irritable, not to mention that his movements were disturbed. He simply wanted to burn them all to death without caring about anything.

But he still endured it, but his steps were forced to stop.

Mo Ya stood at the edge of the crowd, frowning and whispering, "Not good, Liu An is making the wrong excuse."

They did not announce Mo Jun's identity as a puppeteer immediately, after all, there was no conclusive evidence to prove it.

Until just now, Mo Jun summoned a puppet to block Chi's attack. However, from the perspective of others, it was difficult to tell the difference between a puppet and a living person, and they probably thought someone had helped to take the blow and was killed on the spot.

It's too late to announce it now.

Lies can serve as a shield for evil, but they cast a shadow on justice.

The situation was out of control and chaos was everywhere. Passersby who didn't know what was going on stood in the venue with confusion on their faces, not knowing whether they should leave.

Amidst the clamor, Jiang Liujing's voice echoed clearly in Chi's mind, like a lighthouse unshaken in the storm, still calm: "Don't kill him first, capture him."

Mo Jun has information that can be obtained, and considering the current situation, Jiang Liujing thinks he can stay for a while.

The tall, red-haired young man raised his head simultaneously, and his deep voice filled the ears of everyone around him: "Get out of the way, I won't kill him."

He was also very famous in the school, and many people believed in him. As soon as his words came out, it was like frost and snow that suppressed most of the voices.

The chaos gradually died down, but a small number of people still shouted at him:

"How can we trust you!"

Chi looked at the person who spoke coldly, his tone flat, as if he was just stating a well-known fact.

"I'm not going to kill him now, but if you continue to try to stop me, I can't guarantee you won't become the next corpse."

"……you!"

"Shut up." The companion quickly pulled back the angry person who was about to speak, looked at Chi warily, and lowered his voice.

"If he says he's going to fight, he's really going to fight. Don't mess with him."