Versatile Mage: The core of the Ark, childhood sweetheart Ding Yumian

Chapter 71 My stupid little brother.
Hearing what Old Man Bao said, Fang Zhou's pupils suddenly shrank.

Many of the so-called heirlooms with miraculous effects were created in ancient times when there was no magic association and there was almost no supervision over magicians, so it is unknown how these creations were made.

Just like Mu's ice bow, it is a complete devil bow, otherwise why would he destroy it with his own hands when it was done?

That is a forbidden bow forged with forbidden techniques, and I don’t know how much blood it is stained with!

Similarly, in ancient times, the summoning system was a severely affected area by forbidden techniques. Things like human sacrifice were common. In short, all kinds of weird and strange methods emerged in an endless stream. Black magic was a forbidden technique for everyone, especially the curse system. Even today, many restrictions have been set by the Magic Association. Otherwise, if you fight with a curse magician, your soul will be easily damaged.

"It is now impossible to create a contract magic weapon that is truly identical to summoning magic. However, the wisdom of modern people is infinite. Society is developing, and magical civilization is constantly improving. Similar magic weapons do exist." Old Man Bao said slowly.

"Mr. Bao, please show me a clear way!" Fang Zhou said in a slightly funny way.

Old Man Bao didn't act like a top-level expert at all. He just rubbed his index finger and thumb at Fang Zhou and raised his sparse eyebrows. The meaning was self-evident.

ark:"."

Okay, okay, after all this time, there is finally money that can make the undead grind!
"Can I get an advance on my salary?"

The smile on Old Man Bao's face gradually disappeared, and he picked up the teacup and was about to chase people away.

Fang Zhou gritted his teeth and finally paid a large deposit, entrusting Old Man Bao to help find this contract magic weapon.

You have to trust the connections and network of the old priests of the Holy Inquisition.

"Hey, wait a minute. I happen to have a commission here that's very suitable for you. Just take it." Old Man Bao stopped Fang Zhou who was about to turn around and leave.

Fang Zhou turned around and looked at the order form in his hand with a strange look in his eyes.

"Due to special reasons, I am currently entangled in some special circumstances and can only send people to your Qingtian Hunting House. I hope you can send experienced hunters to help me protect the safety of one person. I believe in the reputation of your Qingtian Hunting House, so I will transfer the money to your account first."

He read it over and over again, confirming that it was the Mo Fan he knew, and suddenly he understood.

Isn’t this the commission issued by Tang Yue in the original time and space?

Protect Mo Fan. This is the Black Church doing something naughty again!
"What's the matter? Aren't you sworn brothers? Young man, you should stand by your brothers at all costs." Old man Bao said earnestly.

"Of course, I'll take this commission. This guy is my brother!" Fang Zhou put away the commission form and muttered, "That guy still owes me tens of millions. Who can I ask to pay him back if he dies?"

Old Man Bao: "."

This really shows that people's hearts have changed. In the eyes of today's young people, brotherhood is not as solid as an IOU.

Fang Ark did not neglect it either. After returning, he settled the two dragons first and hired two hunters to be their poop scoopers. He recorded the daily clock-ins and sent them to the relevant managers of the Pearl Magic Association.

Then he and Ding Yumian moved back to their home near the school.

"Finally I'm back!" Ding Yumian chuckled and shouted softly.

The girl couldn't let out a loud cry, especially since this was in a park near her home.

Fang Zhou held her soft little hand and walked along the artificial lake. The two gradually walked into the pavilion in the middle of the lake. It was dusk and the sky was a little dim. Fang Zhou turned sideways and looked at Ding Yumian's slightly pouting red lips. He couldn't help but bite them.
“You two are being so affectionate in public, it’s just a sign of the decline of morals and the corruption of human nature!” Mo Fan appeared out of nowhere and accused.

Apparently, he still "bears a grudge" against Zhou for leaking the information before. "Go away, kid, go cool off somewhere else." Fang Zhou's mouth twitched and he began to chase him away.

"Um?!!"

Mo Fan was indignant. What did he mean by a child? Did he really think he was still a pure virgin? It was not like he had never kissed a girl on the mouth.

During the winter vacation, when Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu went home, the whole house became Mo Fan and Xinxia's secret garden. He locked the door and hugged her on the sofa. It was like crying out to the heavens and the earth for help but no one could help!
"Tsk, attacking your own sister, scum!" Fang Zhou was not unaware of Mo Fan's past. He admitted that this kid had a lofty dream of marrying two wives since he was a child, and he had made so many confidantes along the way, which made people envious, but he was the God of Pure Love.

Pure love is invincible!!
“Haha, that’s better than what you’ve cultivated since childhood!” Mo Fan was not to be outdone and gave a strong response.

"Fuck, we were childhood sweethearts, and we finally got married, okay? Screw your training!" Fang Zhou almost vomited blood, and then cursed: "I think you are the one playing the training game!"

"You know nothing!!"

Ding Yumian sat by the pavilion, watching the two big boys fighting with some helplessness.

"You are so grown up, but you are still so childish."

She chuckled, but her eyes inadvertently swept across the rockery next to the artificial lake.

Several figures were flashing behind.

"What should we do now? It seems like someone has taken action before us?"

"Is that guy an idiot? He actually fought with his bare hands and used magic directly!"

"We'll go too, and make it quick and decisive!"

Behind the rockery, several figures suddenly jumped out. Each of them had a magical aura and star tracks lingering around their bodies. It seemed that magic was already brewing.

A burst of fire was thrown at the two people who were fighting. Mo Fan reacted quickly and jumped to the side. Then he stomped his feet hard on the ground. Suddenly, rose-colored flames quickly sprang up under his feet, blocking the flames that were rushing towards him.

At this time, another person completed a mid-level wind magic Wind Disc, which swept over from the lake. Mo Fan’s face changed slightly. Who the hell did he offend? He even used a mid-level magic. Isn’t it a bit too much?
Didn't they say that magic is not allowed in the city? !

“Brother Fang, please save me.” Mo Fan felt that he couldn’t bear it alone. There was a high-level magician beside him, so there was no need for him to risk his life.

But when he turned around and called for help, he found that Fang Zhou had already run away.

To be precise, when the fire came crashing down on him, Fang Zhou had already jumped onto the dim street lights in the park.

The king of street lamps makes his grand appearance!

"My stupid little brother."

Fang Zhou could tell at a glance that these people were not from the Black Church, but I remembered that the wind magician in the lead had some problems and could be captured for interrogation.

Just as he was thinking this, he found another fireball coming towards him. He snorted coldly and slapped away the small fireball.

(End of this chapter)