"Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, Student President, Yi Barrett! You have committed the crime of killing the evil power magician for no reason, please come back with us to assist in the investigation."

After spending some time, everyone finally found Zhuang Mingge who was lying on the forty-first floor.

At that time, Zhuang Mingge was lying on a huge bluestone, looking up at the sky, humming songs that he couldn't understand in his mouth. He seemed very leisurely and had no sense of guilt in killing other magicians.

Zhuang Mingge was also a little surprised. He had only been a year since he joined the magic world, and he had become accustomed to fighting. Even if he accidentally killed others because of his mistake, he would only feel empty and uncomfortable, and he did not feel heart-wrenching as he imagined.

.

Is there any violent factor circulating in my body?

It was the power of the demon in the body that slightly changed himself, making him even more cold and bloodthirsty.

While sighing, sitting up from the huge bluestone, Zhuang Mingge glanced at the person who came to arrest him.

It was a group of six people, led by a red-haired magician, about forty years old, and the anger in his eyes was almost burning out. Zhuang Mingge had no doubt that if he had any extreme actions, he

He will immediately pounce on him and fight against himself.

Hate, disgust, anger, fear...

From the other party's pupils, Zhuang Mingge saw something like this.

"That... do we have any hatred?" Zhuang Mingge asked in confusion.

"What a joke, Yi Barrett." It was obviously a simple question. The other party suddenly yelled out of control, "What qualifications do people like you have to ask me, you murderer, you murderer!

!!”

To be honest, Zhuang Mingge has no idea what he is angry about. Or is it a decent person who is angry because of his murder and full of justice?

"Yi Barrett, please surrender immediately and don't resist. You should know that it is impossible for you to win us now."

Indeed, in order to capture Zhuang Mingge, the six members of the group sent this time were each of them experienced in battle. Although none of them were silver-level magicians, they were all absolute elites in the magic world.

It is the kind of terrible person who can fight ten or even one against a hundred.

Magicians of the same level encountered them and started a battle, but they were undoubtedly killed instantly.

But such a combination is not enough.

Zhuang Mingge sighed. He jumped from the bluestone to the ground, stretched out his hands, and if he wanted to resist, he could kill all these people in an instant.

The elites in the magic world are not unattainable objects for freaks like him, nor are they irresistible enemies. They are just poor people who can be wiped out with just a move.

Even so, he still did not intend to resist.

First, of course, it is because even if you resist, there is no benefit. Second, it is probably because you still feel a little guilty in your heart. The irrelevant person should have died for his own sake, and he still dies in his own hands.

In short, Zhuang Mingge is willing to cooperate with them obediently.

Zhuang Mingge's posture undoubtedly made the group of six people relieved. The other party was the student president of Saint Laurent, the knight of the King of the Abyss, and the younger brother of the King of Thunder and Lightning. If necessary, I really don't want to hurt the other party.

It's really great to be able to surrender.

A magician wearing a windbreaker immediately walked out. He put two exquisite chains on Zhuang Mingge's hand, just like something that would appear in a big fantasy novel. This is... the Forbidden Demon Lock.

The chain itself is made of very rare ore, with one thousand and eight seal spells engraved on it, locking the magic in Zhuang Mingge's body tightly. At this moment, Zhuang Mingge completely lost control.

The power of magic in the body.

Even the silver-level magician could not escape the confinement of the Forbidden Demon Lock, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief after putting the Forbidden Demon Lock on Zhuang Mingge.

"Well. Where are we going now?"

“The first floor of the Tower of Babel.”

"What should I do when the competition? Do you care?"

"I'm sorry, I found out that you are no longer qualified to continue participating in the competition."

Several people answered Zhuang Mingge's questions in a winding manner, but these were completely different from the answers Zhuang Mingge wanted to know. He cared more about his current partners.

After entering Yui Kiriya, he always had a bad premonition.

"Saint Laurent's squad seemed to be at a disadvantage." He asked tentatively.

The leading red-haired magician with a strong sense of justice said sarcastically: "It's not just a disadvantage. You Saint Laurent are now being chased and fled everywhere like a stray dog. It's not too far from being expelled from the game."

Zhuang Mingge was slightly stunned for a moment. Although he had expected that the Saint Laurent team might not be very smooth, he did not expect that they would be so miserable.

It would be embarrassing if I was really expelled from the competition. Such a thing seems to have not happened to previous Saint Laurents.

It's necessary to make up for it like a way.

However, Zhuang Mingge then looked at the Forbidden Demon Lock in his hand and sighed. The battle injury and bleeding in the magic exchange competition are common. If he joins it, it will be too disaster if he loses control.

Besides the king, who can stop himself?

In short, I still sat quietly by the spectator, and then expected Sion to make a counterattack and win, leading the Saint Laurent team to win the championship.

When Zhuang Mingge thought about this, he couldn't help but calm down.

On the next road, Zhuang Mingge suggested that he should walk towards places with fewer people and fewer monsters, on the one hand, to avoid delaying the trip, and on the other hand, to avoid losing control again.

But the leading red-haired magician despised Zhuang Mingge's suggestions by "Why do you listen to the advice of you, the murderer?"

Zhuang Mingge had no choice but to take a step back, tear off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and blindfolded his eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Actually, I'm afraid of blood, I have blood dizziness." Zhuang Mingge spoke nonsense.

Sure enough, his words angered the leader's sense of justice and the red-haired magician, "Hyphosis, what a joke, why don't you faint when you kill someone? You despicable guy, bastard, murderer now says he has it.

What kind of sensation, are you laughing at us?"

Others came up to persuade him to calm down, but the magician with a strong sense of justice could not calm down anyway.

He cursed along the way, constantly mocking Zhuang Mingge.

Zhuang Mingge treated the dog as a barking and completely filtered these disgusting voices.

On the way, everyone encountered monsters in the Tower of Babel more than once, and several battles occurred. The pungent smell of blood was indeed asked by Zhuang Mingge, and the blood seemed to boil again.

However, because his eyes were covered with cloth strips and he could not see blood, Zhuang Mingge worked very hard all the way.

It seems that I am not afraid of the smell of blood, I am just afraid of seeing blood.

He got a little more understanding of his curse.

"What are you shaking?"

"What?" Zhuang Mingge said in a daze. Suddenly, he heard someone ask him, probably a little confused.

"I ask you what you are shaking. Are you feeling uncomfortable?" The person who spoke was a voice that he had never heard before. He was probably one of the six people. As for who they were, Zhuang Mingge could not see it because he was blindfolded.

"No, it's okay." Of course, Zhuang Mingge couldn't tell him that I was trying my best to endure it, and I was patient to kill you all.

"Speak up if you feel uncomfortable, and I will help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was scolded by the red-haired magician with a sense of justice. "Don't be so kind to the murderers, they won't remember how good you are to them, and they will never."

Zhuang Mingge ignored him and just thought it was a barking dog.

The unknown man smiled apologetically, and then whispered to Zhuang Mingge when the other party was not paying attention: "Please don't be angry, because you killed all his juniors, he will target you everywhere."

Zhuang Mingge was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

So that's it. Those who participated in the magic exchange competition he killed were all his juniors. No wonder he bit himself and died like a mad dog. It's because of this reason.

Then forgive him.

Zhuang Mingge felt that he should be more generous. No matter what, he killed the other party’s junior. If someone killed his companion, he would also say very angry.

I guess I will kill the other party immediately to vent my hatred.

The other party has been patient and not taking action against him. It is just a sarcasm of language. Zhuang Mingge feels that his temper is already very good, although this does not rule out that he is afraid of his backstage.

No matter what, the knight of the King of Abyss and the younger brother of the King of Thunder and Lightning have two kings as their backstage, and in the magic world, he can also be regarded as the so-called tall, rich and handsome, and the second generation of the king.

It is no problem to buy cut cakes.

After about an hour of walking and stopping all the way, Zhuang Mingge thought that he was about to leave the so-called dangerous area and enter a relatively safe area, so he asked, "Which floor are we on now?"

“The twelfth floor.”

I have to say that they are very efficient, and they rushed from the forty-first floor to the twelfth floor in just such a short time.

Zhuang Mingge said oh and stopped talking.

The red-haired magician couldn't help but sarcastic: "There is only now if you can laugh. You will be taken back later and accepted for everyone's judgment. I am very much looking forward to what kind of scumbags like you will be affected by

punish."

Zhuang Mingge smiled slightly and asked back, "Are you sure they will be embarrassed by the lives of several people, and I have two kings as the backstage me?"

The other party immediately turned cold and stopped talking.

Zhuang Mingge smiled softly with relief. Although he was patient, the other party's sarcasm made Zhuang Mingge very angry. Now he fought back a little and immediately felt much more happy. (To be continued)!~!
Chapter completed!