Versatile Mage

The female assistant was still competent, and it was not long before she found a private hunting ground for Mo Fan.

"This private hunting ground is called the Qingtian hunting ground. The magic is old, and the reputation is quite good. I don't know why there are always three different things, and many hunting mages don't know why they don't love to go to the Qingtian hunting ground." Mo Fan said.

"The reputation is quite good, should a lot of excellent hunting wizards go right?" Mofan asked inexplicably.

"I don't know about this. Maybe it is a demanding one. The information of the private hunting ground is not completely open on our side. If you have the heart to join us, we will give you their contact information and address. You go directly. The interview there will be fine," said the female assistant.

"Well, I don't know if the head of this Qingtian hunting ground is a surname." Mo Fan sighed.

After paying the agency fee, Mo Fan went to the address given.

What makes Mo Fan somewhat overjoyed is that this private hunting ground is not too far from its own school, which gives Mo Fan great convenience.

You want to be as big as Shanghai. If you are a part-time job, you have to take the subway for one and a half hours, and the bus for more than half an hour. The days can't be over!

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After passing through Jing'an Temple and walking through the lush flowers and blossoms, Mo Fan slowly stepped into some old streets that seemed to have the charm of the Republic of China.

At the end of the old street, you can see a sign that sways gently in the wind of the alley.

Qingtian Hunting Station!

The name of the good guy is a bit of a smattering of the sky, and I feel that there is nothing that can be done in this store!

Mo Fan got closer and saw the old shop that looked like a teahouse that was old and Chinese.

At the door of the old shop, a little girl with a slender double ponytail was sitting on a stool, shaking a cute little beautiful leg and looking at a picture book.

Mo Fan looked through the glass and found that there was no one in the room of this small teahouse mixed coffee shop. The things were all neatly arranged.

"Do you want to entrust?, the commission price is 300,000, depending on the difficulty of the entrustment, and then the discretionary price. The less than 300,000 A-Cats don’t ask us to pick up." The little girl sat there, and the head was not lifted. Said. Her voice is ethereal and beautiful, like the small silver bell in the summer, but the tone of the voice, the price tag, the cold face unselfish, Ray De Mofan a face of blood.

Open 300,000!

The fruit candy that Mo Fan just escaped from his trouser pocket was embarrassed to give this little beauty. I don’t know how to be good.

"That... I was here for an interview. There should be a letter of introduction to you at the Hunter League. Are you the little shopkeeper of this store?" Mofan asked.

"Oh, do you want to be the hunter of our Qingtian hunting ground?" The little girl finally put down the book at hand, raised the little face that was creamy, and a pair of twinkling flashes of wisdom glared at Mofan. Finally, there was a bit of skeptical expression. "Are you old enough to be competent?"

Duang!

Mo Fan's chin almost fell to the ground.

I am young? ? ?

Little girl, why don’t you say yourself, the oldest at the age of twelve? ? ?

"Lingling, is someone commissioned?" At this time, a voice of an old man came from the house.

"Grandpa, I am coming to apply for it, I am too young, don't want it." Lingling said something to the house and continued to look down at the book.

"..." Mo Fan looked at the gimmick of this man, and he couldn’t smile.

"Young, well, I am not afraid, that is, if I die, I have a little regret, I have not enjoyed life." The old man said slowly.

"..." Mo Fan took the pair of grandchildren.

Come here, Mo Fan didn't want to be photographed directly after his first interview.

When I first entered the room and talked about the matter with the old man, there was a woman in a hurry in the street. The woman was obviously looking for the Qingtian hunting ground, but she was hanging on a signboard. It also stumbled into several other stores.

"Grandpa, there is a fat sheep." The little girl named Lingling said to the old man in the house.

"how to say?"

“The look is flustered, mentally disordered, and dressed up is obviously a young woman with rich people.”

"Oh, this is good. ē

Mo Fan stood by and listened, and he heard some hair erect.

What a ghost, how does this Qingtian club feel like a black shop for murder!

Sure enough, the gorgeous young woman entered the Qingtian hunting ground, and the little girl led her to sit inside. The old man with a pipe was sitting in front of the bar and listening casually.

Mo Fan didn't know where to go. He could only find the next position to sit down and listen to what the young woman had to say.

Hey, it’s said that this kind of office is the easiest to attract young women. But if you come to the interview on the first day, there will be a beautiful woman’s hook. This Qingtian hunting ground is self-determined.

"You mean, your sick husband may be a demon, he went out in the middle of the night??" The old man half squinted, looking at the woman who was listening to the fat | breast | hips, the eyes but the chicken thief Staring at the deep ditch.

"Yes, yes. I couldn't believe it. Until this morning, I washed my husband and found that there was a **** skin in his clothes... I, I used to be a nurse, I am ... what is the clear of what is the animal's skin, what is ..." The young woman recalled this morning's things, pale and pale.

Mo Fan was also amazed at the side.

In Bocheng, Mo Fan knew that there were often some special ways of living in the metropolis, but the situation that the young woman said that the husband might be a demon was unheard of.

Haven't heard of any demons that have turned into human skills!

"If your husband is really a demon, your family is eaten clean, how can you allow you to come over and look for us." The old man said.

"I don't know. When it was during the day, he looked normal. I excused me to do beauty, so I rushed to you. Old man, you have to save me. I heard that you are hunting for the sky." What kind of demon can be eradicated, I can't tell if my husband is my husband. My four-year-old child is still at home. I wanted to take my child to hide from her family for a few days, but my husband and I mentioned In this case, his eyes seem to be discolored. Fortunately, I am in a hurry to change my mind and say that I am staying. I have to go home tonight, otherwise I am afraid of my child..." The young woman said that she was crying and crying.

"Is it told the police?" the old man asked.

"No, I know the police will definitely not pick up this kind of thing."

Lingling looked at the young woman who had some crying eyes, said indifferently, "These things you said are not enough to become a moral proof of the demon. If you think about it, your husband may not be a demon, but a collection of human skin." The murderer."

After listening to the words of Xiao Shantou, Mo Fan feels that the whole person is not good.

This Nima is also called a point of view! ! !