Full-Time Magister: Throne of Dimensions

Chapter 109 I'm Here for Tourism

"Ahhhhhh!"

Pansy screamed and flew backward, smashing a lot of things.

Mu Qiannian's punch was imbued with magic; it was enough to swell up half of Pansy's face.

"You...!" Pan Xi struggled to get up, completely unexpected that this person would dare to make a move. He was a member of the Mu family!

He's a member of the Mu family!

"You're finished, you're finished! I'm a member of the Mu family, the Mu family of the capital! You want to kill your whole family? I'll make sure you die without a burial place! I'll make you understand what fear is!" Pan Xi shouted, but all he got in return was a punch.

"ah!!"

Pansy cried out in pain, but didn't fall to the ground.

"Ah...! I'm going to kill you." Pansy tried to get up, but all he got in return was a punch.

Pansy, who had just climbed halfway up, collapsed again, followed by a barrage of punches. Pansy's initial anger, threats, and screams turned into begging for mercy and playing the victim.

Mu Qiannian only withdrew his hand after beating Panxi to a pulp.

Pansy coughed as she sat down on the sofa, and immediately stood up.

The movement immediately caused his wound to reopen, making him grimace in pain. His face was the most severely affected area, and the pain intensified as he grimaced, leaving him only able to grimace repeatedly.

He finally calmed down and immediately went to get wine for Mu Qiannian.

He was secretly trying to figure out who this person was. They looked somewhat familiar, but he just couldn't remember.

"What garbage!" Mu Qiannian took only one sip before throwing the glass at Pansy's face. "You're giving me horse piss?"

Mu Qiannian was furious, not because of the red wine, but because he was thinking of Qianjin.

But Pansy had no idea what was going on. He didn't even know why this person was hitting him. The wine glass shattered on his face because of the force, and the glass cut his skin, but he didn't dare to cry out in pain.

The only solution was to take out another bottle of wine and pour it again.

Just like before, another wine glass was smashed in his face. He endured it, took out another bottle, and the two of them kept repeating this process.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Panxi carefully sized up Mu Qiannian, awaiting his orders. Panxi dared not make any rash moves, fearing that Mu Qiannian would target her again.

"Go ahead." Mu Qiannian took a sip of red wine; he had expected someone to come.

Pansy carefully opened the door, and when she saw President Han Ji standing at the door, she felt as if she had seen her own father, no... even closer than her own father, and she even started to cry.

A man nearing fifty was crying like a child.

"President...President Han, you must do me justice! I was just watching a movie in my room when this sorcerer suddenly came over and started hitting me. He didn't even explain why, he just started hitting me. I don't know what I did to offend him. Look at my face! He did all this to me! President Han, you have to arrest him quickly! This person is too dangerous, especially in the ancient capital. He's an activist; he absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

Pansy burst into tears on the spot, feeling safe with Han Ji by her side. Han Ji was the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, wielding terrifying power and possessing formidable strength.

No matter how strong this person was, he could never be a match for Han Ji. He felt that he had nothing to fear, so he straightened his back and glared at Mu Qiannian without fear of his power.

If it were a normal person, that would indeed be the case. No one would make a move in front of Han Ji. No one would risk offending Han Ji by doing so.

It's just one person; it's not worth it.

But this person is Mu Qiannian. He doesn't care about Han Ji or not. He still beats him. What's wrong with Han Ji? He still beats him. Han Ji can't stop him.

Mu Qiannian moved to Pan Xi's side in an instant, grabbed his face and slammed it to the ground, then threw him violently inside.

boom! !

Pansy smashed the television set, and half of her body was embedded inside. Her lower body moved a few times, but she didn't crawl out for a long time.

Pansy couldn't understand why he would still be beaten up even though Han Ji was here. Did this person really not know Han Ji, or did he not care that Han Ji was the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association?

There were very few people in the Mu clan who wouldn't give him face.

He was furious. Why didn't Han Ji help stop this person? With Han Ji's cultivation level, he should have been able to sense it and stop him, but he didn't. He just watched him get beaten up, which drove Pan Xi crazy.

"You still have such a big temper." Han Ji said helplessly as he walked in from outside.

Judging from the state of the house, he had already been beaten up before. It's good that he didn't die; it was just a few beatings, nothing serious.

Anyway, I didn't hit him.

"I've already stopped, otherwise why do you think this beast is still alive? I was only doing this to give you face. This is an ancient capital, and I don't want to kill anyone here. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble if the Mu family comes looking for you." Mu Qiannian walked to the TV, grabbed Pan Xi, and then kicked her to the side of the sofa.

"Then I should thank you," Han Ji said.

"You're welcome."

Ha, this kid, Han Ji was almost laughing in anger. He took a few polite words to heart.

"Are you sullen now?" Han Ji smiled. Pan Xi was groaning beside him, but he ignored her. If he treated Pan Xi now, she would still be beaten to a pulp by Mu Qiannian later, and might even be in a worse state. There was no need to treat her.

"No, how could I possibly calm down after just a couple of slaps? I'd rather kill him now," Mu Qiannian said coldly, walking to the sofa and sitting down. Pan Xi was blocking his way, so he kicked her aside.

"You..." Han Ji didn't know what to say. He was given a way out, but he had to make things so awkward.

If Panxi really killed Mu Shi, she would go crazy. It's not that Panxi is that important; Mu Shi has no shortage of outsiders like Panxi.

We can have as many as we want; the death of one is no big deal, and the death of a whole group is fine too, but that's a matter of face.

The Mu family values ​​face above all else. Killing Panxi would be a blow to the Mu family's face, and given their nature of valuing face more than life, they would never let Mu Qiannian go.

"Get up and speak. What are you planning to do in this ancient capital?" Mu Qiannian kicked him. Pan Xi slowly got up from the ground. It wasn't that he didn't want to be fast, but that he simply couldn't be fast.

He felt a burning pain in his chest; he must have broken quite a few ribs. Fortunately, he was a high-level mage, so breaking a few ribs wasn't a big deal.

"Traveling...tourism," Pan Xi stammered. He dared not be presumptuous. Even Han Ji couldn't stop this person here. If he wasn't careful, he might really die here.

He didn't want to die. Who would want to die when they were living a life of luxury in the Mu family? He certainly didn't want to; he'd rather live to old age.