Versatile Mage

Chapter 1739: Yes, I’m Lying

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan was left speechless.

“Therefore, don’t even think I’m going to spill it all out now. Just make the necessary preparations. I’ll let you know when it’s time to go!” Jiang Shaoxu smiled.

Lingling’s eyes flickered with a cunning look, too.

Jiang Shaoxu’s idea was brilliant. From now on, she did not have to tell Mo Fan everything whenever she discovered something. Otherwise, Mo Fan would simply toss her aside if he thought it was too dangerous!

He would have no choice but to bring her along if she did not spill the beans. That way, she no longer had to stay at that boring school or at home!

Mm, perfect!

Not every woman was stupid. Jiang Shaoxu was very clever!

Zhao Manyan’s face darkened. He finally had a chance to achieve the Super Level, yet Jiang Shaoxu was not willing to spill it!

“Fine, let’s head back for now. We’ll go once we are ready. We’ll bring you two along, too,” Mo Fan said helplessly.

Speaking of which, Zhao Manyan had been following him around to many places, yet he had never received any benefits. They were supposed to split the benefits of coming to the Qinling Mountains evenly, yet the Totem Beast here did not fit Baxia’s preferences. If he did not find a way to help Zhao Manyan achieve the Super Level, his friend might end up falling out with him!

Besides, the Totem Beasts were somewhat related to one another. In Lingling’s view, the Totem Seals were like playing a crossword puzzle. Once you found enough words to fill the blanks, it was possible to guess who the unknown Totem Beasts were!

Lingling was already drawing on her scroll to look for the Totem Beasts that suited Little Loach’s taste. She needed more clues provided by other Totem Beasts first, however…

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“Wait,” Apas suddenly spoke up, stopping the group from leaving the mountain.

Mo Fan turned to Apas, a little confused. She did not explain herself. She suddenly headed into a tall bush and disappeared.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s too dangerous to wander alone!” Li Dexin yelled. He quickly ran to the bush, yet Apas was already gone.

In Li Dexin’s eyes, Apas was just like Lingling. These delicate young girls were nowhere enough to fill a demon creature’s mouth!

“Go after her, what are you waiting for? There are many Witch Hawks around here!” Jiang Shaoxu urged, worried about Apas’ safety too.

“Her? I’m more worried about the demon creatures she stumbles into!” Mo Fan answered.

Should he even worry about the safety of a successor to Medusa?

If he disregarded her age and ranked the demon creatures in terms of seniority, Apas would be the ancestor of these demon creatures!

Mo Fan was not worried at all. Apas kept saying she was not good at fighting and that she only had Psychic Magic at her disposal, yet did she really think Mo Fan would believe that?

She might seem harmless and was willing to follow Mo Fan around like a little servant girl for now, but he could guarantee that she was trying to come up with a plan to murder him without having to damage her noble soul every night!

Therefore, Mo Fan actually held a little grudge against his second Contracted Beast. How did he end up with such a disobedient and cunning snake beauty? He would rather have a diligent, obedient beast like the Great Lesser Earth Dragon!

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Apas wove through the thick bushes. The trees ahead were razed to the ground.

A bunch of Witch Hawks was circling above the shrubs. Their faces were twisted and ugly, like old hags. Their chests were busty, but they were covered in disgusting feathers. The lower halves of their bodies resembled a hawk.

The Witch Hawks were commonly found in Europe, called Harpies there. Nobody knew when they had come to secure themselves a spot in the Qinling Mountains. They were vicious and cruel, and enjoyed circling a dying creature. They would utter unpleasant shrieks while watching their prey die.

Death was already a torture, not to mention being constantly bothered by the unpleasant cries of the Witch Hawks prior to it. They would stick their ugly faces close to their prey as if they were trying to say, “Hey, you’re dying, but we are still alive. You’re going to die, and we will live for a long time!”

The Witch Hawks were holding a party around the body of a demon creature. They were singing in piercing screeches!

A pitch-black bird was lying in a pit there. Its eyes were filled with discontent, but it was directed at the sky instead of the lowly Witch Hawks who were ridiculing it.

Soft footsteps were heard. A pretty and clean-skinned face soon showed up in front of the demon creature who was on its last breath.

The Witch Hawks began to panic. They let out intimidating cries at the young woman.

Apas coldly scanned the surroundings and told the Witch Hawks, “You will die if you are still in my sight after three seconds!”

The Witch Hawks were from Europe, and the Medusae were the noblest and most cold-blooded of the demon creatures of Europe. The Witch Hawks actually forgot how to fly after feeling the enormous pressure. They quickly crawled away and fled wildly into the bushes!

Apas crouched down slowly. She placed her hand on the pitch-black Flamebird’s forehead.

She was not wearing any expression, yet her eyes were constantly flickering with emotions, as if she was experiencing what the Flamebird had been through.

A tear left Apas’ eye and ran down her face as she lifted her hand from the Flamebird’s head. The tear turned into a stone before it touched the ground.

“We’ve been to the Tree of Vows. The person you are waiting for wasn’t up there,” Apas told the dying Flamebird.

The Flamebird tried its best to look at Apas.

“Do you want to hear the truth?” Apas asked.

The Flamebird’s eyes remained fixed on Apas.

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When Mo Fan found Apas, she was coming back with a strange gloomy aura.

Mo Fan saw the remains of a cremated Flamebird, and black feathers scattered around it.

“It was the Flamebird?” Mo Fan asked.

“Mm,” Apas nodded.

“Who was its owner?” Mo Fan asked.

“I don’t know,” Apas answered.

“You’re lying,” Mo Fan replied.

“Yes, I’m lying,” Apas admitted blatantly.

Mo Fan did not expect such a direct response from her.

Well, she already said she was lying. What else did he want from her?