Mo Fan Novels & Stories

Ella grabbed the menus and looked over the cuisines the restaurant had to offer. “Madame, Sir may I take your order please?” The waitress assigned to the table said, humbly in a professional tone drawing the attention of Ella and Keenan. Keenan’s eyes roamed the waitress from top to bottom liking what he was seeing, He cleared his throat and looked at the menu again. “I’ll have the Manti : Mini Ravioli and Red wine” He said flipping the menu down. The waitress quietly wrote the meal down and she turned to Ella. “You miss? Anything you’d like to order?” She asked holding her pen on the page not yet to write down the order.

Mo Fan suddenly said, "That old man always muttered to himself that I'm an emotionless killer! Ah, haha, he's an old man of 80 or 90 years old. Don't you think it's funny?" "I'm an emotionless killer. The command is right. Welcome, my master." Mo Fan was laughing exaggeratedly when the cold female voice in the stone tablet suddenly sounded. The stone tablet then disappeared, and the entrance on the ground opened, revealing the deep and bottomless stairs. I am an emotionless killer? I felt that you are a comedian. Everyone was speechless.