Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

Chapter 64 The Hotel in Xishui Town

When Mo Fan opened his eyes again, Mei Yan had completely merged into the fire nebula. The dark red vortex-shaped fire nebula in his spiritual world had been completely transformed by the addition of the former Jin Yan and the later Mei Yan.

It presents three different colors, each containing elements of the other.

Wow, this accompanying evil fire has this use? It seems I still know too little about it.

Mo Fan stared at it for two seconds, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

But before his excitement could fully spread, he heard a very low gasp coming from not far away.

It's very light.

So softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

But it is precisely this deliberately suppressed sound that is more alluring than any straightforward noise.

Mo Fan's smile faltered for a moment as he turned to look.

Tang Yue remained seated, her shoulders trembling slightly. One hand pressed against her chest, while the other gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, as if trying to wrap herself up completely. But the heat surging from her very bones couldn't be contained by such actions.

Her forehead was covered in fine sweat, and her face was deathly pale. That paleness, combined with the unnatural flush on her ears, neck, and collarbone, made her look even more alarming.

Mo Fan swallowed hard and stood up.

"Teacher Tang Yue."

Tang Yue seemed to hear his voice; her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she struggled to lift her eyes.

"Finished refining?" Her voice was already a little hoarse.

"Hmm." Mo Fan quickly walked up to her, and as soon as he squatted down, he was startled by the temperature of her body. "Why are you so hot?"

Tang Yue didn't answer, and turned her face away with slightly disordered breathing, as if she didn't want him to see her like this.

Mo Fan frowned: "Can you still walk by yourself?"

"Yes," she replied almost immediately.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she managed to stand up for less than a second before her legs went weak and she was about to fall to the ground.

Mo Fan reacted quickly and grabbed her waist.

Tang Yue froze instantly.

The hand didn't fall in any way that crossed the line, but that was precisely the kind of touch she couldn't bear at that moment.

Damn it, I suddenly feel so itchy.

"Let go—let go." Tang Yue's breathing was rapid and slightly labored, but she deliberately kept her voice cold.

"You can't even stand properly, what are you trying to prove?" Mo Fan not only didn't let go, but instead held her even tighter. "Let's leave here first and go to Xishui Town."

Tang Yue bit her lip and didn't say anything more.

Seeing that she didn't object, Mo Fan simply stopped asking for her opinion and completed the summoning directly.

A moon-white summoning light spread across the reservoir, and the Ghost Wolf Beast leaped out.

Mo Fan helped her leap onto the wolf's back, his tone tinged with pride, "How about it? Isn't my Ghost Wolf just as handsome as me?"

Normally, Tang Yue would probably have retorted with an annoyed "What a character!" But at this moment, she was struggling to even speak, and could only manage a soft "Mmm."

Mo Fan glanced down at her, unusually refraining from further banter.

He shielded Tang Yue in front of him, his arm around her waist, trying to keep them both balanced. The Ghost Wolf Beast flapped its wings and sped away, Tang Yue half-encircled in his arms, her mind only able to feel the boy's hot chest behind her and his breath so close to her ear.

Tang Yue tugged at the old wolf's fur, trying to dodge forward, but the wolf beast was too fast, and she almost lost her balance as soon as she shifted her body. Mo Fan immediately tightened his arms and steadied her again.

"Don't move," he whispered. "It wouldn't look good if you fell and got a bruised and battered face."

"Who moved around?" Tang Yue replied almost instinctively.

"Okay, it was me who moved around." Mo Fan went along with her words, but then lowered his voice and added, "Teacher, could you please stop shaking so badly? Little Mo Fan is almost standing up."

Tang Yue's ears turned bright red instantly, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Mo Fan!"

"I didn't say anything wrong." Mo Fan retorted subconsciously, "If you keep leaning against me like this, I'm really afraid I won't be able to hold back later."

Tang Yue took a few deep breaths.

She had originally wanted to curse, but the words "couldn't help it" made her heart tremble inexplicably.

She felt embarrassed and annoyed, but what panicked her even more was that she realized she didn't actually want to push him away.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when it startled her and brought her back to her senses.

She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stop thinking about it.

Silent all the way.

Upon arriving at Xishui Town, Mo Fan had the Youlang Beast land in a secluded spot beforehand, and then helped Tang Yue into the hotel.

The receptionist wanted to look up and take a closer look, but when she saw Tang Yue's unsteady steps and Mo Fan's gloomy face, she immediately lowered her head and quickly handed over the room card.

Once inside the room and the door closed, all outside sounds were cut off.

The air suddenly became quiet, and this quietness left no room for ambiguity to hide.

Mo Fan first helped Tang Yue to sit down on the edge of the bed, then poured her a glass of warm water: "Drink some first."

Tang Yue took the cup, her fingertips accidentally touching the back of his hand, causing her to recoil as if burned. She lowered her head and took two sips of water, trying to calm herself down, but the heat didn't dissipate; instead, it intensified.

Mo Fan stood to the side, looking at her reddened earlobes and slightly trembling fingers, feeling an inexplicable sense of irritation.

He took a deep breath, forcefully averting his gaze from her collarbone, and said in a low voice, "You should sleep for a while, or meditate. I'll go outside and keep watch."

He turned around and tried to leave after he finished speaking.

"Mo Fan."

Tang Yue's voice suddenly came from behind.

He paused, but didn't turn around immediately.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Yue sat on the edge of the bed, still holding the cup in her hand. Her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was hesitating about something. After several seconds, she spoke softly, "I can't sleep or meditate. Could you stay here with me?"

Mo Fan's back stiffened noticeably.

Tang Yue would never have said these words under normal circumstances.

Mo Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced his tone to sound calm: "There's always a way."

"What method?" Tang Yue looked up at him, her eyes filled with suppressed tears. "Tell me."

Mo Fan finally turned around.

The moment their eyes met, he felt as if something had struck his heart hard.

Tang Yue rarely showed such an expression. She was usually composed, languid, and possessed a mature woman's effortless charm. Even when he angered her, she still maintained a sense of control over the situation. But now, she sat there, her clothes slightly disheveled, her eyes red-rimmed, and even her gaze towards him carried an inexplicable vulnerability.

Mo Fan remained silent for a long while before whispering, "Don't look at me like that."

Tang Yue was taken aback: "What?"

"If you keep staring at me like that, I really won't be able to leave," he said.

The room fell silent.

Tang Yue's fingers tightened, then she suddenly lowered her head and chuckled.

The laughter was soft, tinged with self-mockery and a hint of unspoken grievance: "Isn't this a pathetic sight?"

"----No."

"You don't need to coax me." Tang Yue pursed her lips, as if finally letting out a little of the emotions she had been holding back all the way. "I know what I look like right now. I was drugged and almost died in the mountains. Now I have to have my students take me to a hotel to rest."

"Teacher Tang Yue," Mo Fan suddenly interrupted her.

Tang Yue raised her head.

Mo Fan looked at her: "You're not embarrassed at all."

"In my eyes, you have never been."

Tang Yue was stunned.

She had only said it casually, but Mo Fan's reply was so serious that she forgot to breathe for a moment.

The boy was usually playful and carefree, always making jokes about anything. But precisely because of this, when he actually stopped joking and looked at someone seriously, his bluntness was particularly deadly.

Tang Yue's heart trembled slightly, but the surging medicinal power within her body amplified this wavering feeling.

She shouldn't have continued talking to him.

But suddenly she couldn't bear to let this quiet end.

"Mo Fan," she called softly.

"Um?"

"Do you still stand by what you said before?"

Mo Fan frowned: "Which sentence?"