Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 126 Violet Shaga, the proactive Mu Ningxue Mu Nujiao

The newly arrived female student was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her long violet dress fluttered in the wind, and her cascading purple hair shone with a captivating luster in the sunlight.

What's most striking are her amethyst-like eyes, paired with swaying violet earrings, giving her an air of nobility and elegance.

"Senior!" the short girl cried out as if saved, "These Asians are trying to force their way into the academy!"

Zhao Manyan was about to retort in anger, but the woman in the purple dress didn't even glance at the girl who had complained.

She walked straight up to Wang Feng and gave a slight bow: "You must be the Chinese National Team here for an exchange, right?"

Wang Feng calmly took out the document: "That's right. I am Captain Wang Feng, and this is our access pass."

This admission certificate was obtained by Feng Li personally from the Holy Academy of Ohos.

As the most prestigious magic academy in the Americas, it is a country in itself, and even the Temple of Liberty, the magic association of the five continents, must abide by the academy's laws within its territory.

There is a widely circulated anecdote about this:
One Ohos student got involved in a dispute while visiting relatives in the United States and accidentally destroyed a residential building, causing injuries and deaths.

When the U.S. authorities wanted to impose a heavy sentence, the university's Secretary of Education personally came to demand the person's release.

The Temple of Liberty originally intended to dampen the arrogance of the Holy Academy of Ohos.

Unexpectedly, the president of the local magic association and the government bureaucrat were both students of that minister.

After being educated by the Minister of Education and treated like a grandson, he obediently handed the person over to the Holy Academy of Ohos.

It was at that time that all Americans regarded passports from any country as worthless, and only the Ojos University student ID was considered a theocratic citizen of the Americas!

After carefully examining the documents, the woman in the purple dress smiled slightly and said, "Welcome to the Holy Academy of Ohos. I am Shaka, a member of the student council, and I will be in charge of receiving you all."

Wang Feng's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly as his gaze locked onto the purple-haired girl.

Unexpectedly, his target for this trip appeared so beautifully.

"Humph!"

Zhao Manyan looked down smugly at the female servant slumped on the ground, lightly flicking the gleaming National Government badge on his chest:
"Now do you believe it? Some people won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

The girl's face was ashen, her lips trembled, and her nails dug deep into her palms without her noticing.

Saga glanced at her indifferently, her voice as cold as ice: "After you finish cleaning this area, go to the administration office to receive your punishment."

The girl shuddered, and as she nodded dejectedly, a bead of cold sweat slid down her forehead.

"Please follow me, everyone." As Shaka turned around, her violet dress drew a graceful arc.

……

Shaka led the Chinese National Academy team through the core area of ​​the Holy Academy of Ohos, introducing them to the academy's regional divisions and teaching philosophy along the way.

Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, and the others wished they could go back and cancel their enrollment at Mingzhu Academy and enroll at Ohos Holy Academy!

As the setting sun cast a golden glow over the campus, the group finally arrived at a Baroque-style villa located by the lake.

“This will be your temporary residence.” Saga pushed open the door, and the light from the crystal chandelier poured down, illuminating the luxurious interior.

"If you are interested, you are welcome to visit other areas of the campus on your own."

Wang Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the snow-capped peaks of the Andes Mountains: "Miss Shaka, when can we arrange an exchange and discussion?"

Shaka tilted her head slightly, her violet earrings shimmering under the light: "So eager?"

"The training program at the National Government is very demanding, so we hope to complete the exchange as soon as possible," Wang Feng explained.

Shaka nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. However..."

She looked around at everyone: "Could you tell me your team's average strength? I'll arrange suitable opponents for you."

"Most of the team members are new to the advanced level. Please arrange some students who have been accumulating experience at the advanced level for a year or two," Wang Feng said.

"it is good."

"I will make arrangements as soon as possible. Someone will come to inform you of the specific details after breakfast tomorrow."

After saying that, she turned and left, her violet dress swaying gently in the evening breeze, quickly disappearing into the twilight. "Tsk tsk, what treatment," Zhao Manyan leaned against the gold-trimmed doorframe and whistled loudly.

Mo Fan dashed into the living room and sank into the central leather sofa: "It's amazing! The feel of this sofa!"

"This is what training at the National Government should be like!"

...

night.

Wang Feng was about to turn off the lights and go to bed when he suddenly heard three light knocks on the door.

"Ok?"

He raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "I definitely didn't call myself Mu Tingying. Could it be that Jiang the Fox couldn't stand the loneliness and was planning to walk right into their trap?"

With a playful smile, she opened the door, only to find Mu Ningxue standing in the moonlight, her hair cascading in silver.

She was wearing a moon-white silk nightgown and holding a pillow embroidered with ice crystal patterns in her arms.

"Ning Xue?" Wang Feng looked at Mu Ning Xue in surprise. "Why are you here so late?"

A faint blush rose on Mu Ning's fair cheeks, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted the corner of the pillow. "Can't I come?"

Wang Feng's eyes darkened, and a meaningful smile curved his lips: "Of course."

He suddenly lowered his voice, "It's more like something you can't ask for but can't have."

Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed Mu Ningxue's slender wrist and pulled her into the room.

The moment the door closed, Wang Feng had already pinned her against the wall.

He lifted her moon-white silk nightgown with one hand and stroked her slightly cool cheek with the other.

Mu Ningxue's unfinished words were sealed by a passionate kiss.

Wang Feng's lips and tongue carried an undeniable force, yet gradually softened in her hesitant response.

Just as the two were deeply in love, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the door.

Wang Feng shuddered and quickly withdrew his hand from Mu Ningxue's lips.

It also brought out a little bit of ice jelly.

Mu Ningxue took a deep breath to calm herself, her fair skin flushed slightly, and glared at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

I already told you to wait a moment.

She straightened her disheveled nightgown, turned around, and opened the door.

Mu Nujiao stood quietly outside the door, wearing a light blue silk nightgown, her hair still damp from her bath.

Wang Feng's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two beauties, and he was momentarily speechless.

Mu Ningxue's ears turned bright red, and her voice was barely audible: "I...I'm afraid it will affect tomorrow's competition."

She stole a glance at Mu Nujiao, her voice growing softer and softer: "So we invited Nujiao to come along."

Mu Nujiao had a faint smile on her lips as her slender fingers gently touched the doorknob.

Having already experienced the ordeal, although her cheeks were slightly flushed, she was much more composed than Mu Ningxue.

With a soft click, the door locked behind her.

She moved gracefully, reached out and wrapped her arms around Mu Ningxue's slender waist, and gently rested her chin on the other's shoulder.

Beneath the silk nightgown, two exquisite and shapely bodies pressed together, seemingly close yet distant.

"You're lucky tonight, you womanizer."

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, intertwining the shadows of the three people and casting enchanting silhouettes on the wall.

(End of this chapter)