Zhuang Mingge was a little shocked when he received a call from Lucia.

Zhuang Mingge was actually very satisfied with this student. He was the one who dug her out by himself, and he was the one who taught her basic magic.

There is nothing wrong with saying that she is her teacher.

Although Zhuang Mingge soon devoted himself to his busy work and handed the students over to other magicians to substitute classes, he was not displeased with Lucia talking to him with the etiquette of the students.

It would be better to say that he is very happy that there are such outstanding people among his students.

However, when Lucia, who had always been strong, spoke to herself in a panic and uneasy tone and said that she could suffer misfortune, Zhuang Mingge couldn't help leaving Hong Kong and immediately returned to London.

He decided to give his disciples some persistence and become her strong backing.

Zhuang Mingge rushed to the student's villa non-stop. The lights were pitch black and there was no trace of light in the villa, like a monster lurking in the darkness.

Zhuang Mingge frowned, put aside this strange feeling, and walked towards the door of the villa.

Bang Bang ...

Zhuang Mingge knocked on the villa door, and the loud knocks echoed in the darkness, and no one responded.

Bang Bang ...

Zhuang Mingge continued to knock on the door patiently, which was rhythmic.

During the previous call, Lucia said that she would wait for Zhuang Mingge at her home, so Zhuang Mingge definitely did not believe that Lucia was not there.

As if he noticed something, Zhuang Mingge used the door opening technique to open the door of the villa.

Zhuang Mingge walked in and turned on the lights in the entrance hall.

The soft lights illuminate the corridor and no one comes to welcome Zhuang Mingge.

"Lucia, are you here?" Zhuang Mingge shouted.

No one answered.

Zhuang Mingge changed into slippers and entered the living room along the corridor. A man stood by the window and looked up at the night sky with his back to Zhuang Mingge.

Zhuang Mingge's pupils contracted violently. He noticed that Lucia was unconscious on the sofa beside the man.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Mingge immediately took action and glanced at the man coldly.

"First meeting." The man transferred to his body and showed an ordinary face. He belonged to the kind of ordinary person who couldn't help but come in the crowd. "I'm Miss Lucia.

friend.”

"Friend?" Zhuang Mingge was a little confused. He did not notice any threat from the man. He should be an ordinary person, but Zhuang Mingge did not relax immediately.

"I haven't heard Lucia say she has friends like you."

"Yes, I have never met Miss Lucia before today. But I believe we will definitely be very good friends from today." The man smiled cheerfully, "My name is Abel Kule, you

Woolen cloth."

"My name is Yi." Zhuang Mingge said. Although he did not appear on TV often, the name of Yi Barrett, the president of the Alliance Conference, resounded throughout the world. This led to ordinary people knowing his name, but not

Know what he looks like.

Only people who are more senior have seen Zhuang Mingge's appearance.

"Yi? Hello." Abel smiled friendly.

"Hello." Zhuang Mingge nodded, his eyes moved to Lucia again. He walked over quickly, "What's wrong with Lucia? What happened to her?"

"She is undergoing a transformation." Abel said: "Don't worry about a complete transformation. She is very good. After the transformation, she will know who she is, her mission, and everything about her."

Zhuang Mingge's face turned pale in an instant. He slowly raised his head and looked at the other party's pupils. Abel's calm pupils were like a tsunami at this moment, sweeping across the sky and the earth, flooding mountains and cities.

Zhuang Mingge's mind was swaying and he was about to fall into it, like a small boat in a tsunami that could fall over at any time.

But he quickly got rid of this hallucination, stood up and stood opposite the man.

"You are the seed."

"Yes, I'm a seed." Abel admitted openly, "We shouldn't have met at this moment, but fate has brought us to meet in advance, Mr. Yi Barrett."

"no.1?" Zhuang Mingge asked.

"Yes, my real name has been introduced just now, Abel Kule!"

Zhuang Mingge didn't expect to see no.1 here, and the other party gave him a small warning, but these are not the main things. What's important is that Lucia Eddie is actually a seed.

"What seed is she?"

"No.3, ability is wandering in the void, I can't say more, Mr. Yi. Barrett, the executor of the Millennium Plan, since we have awakened, your era is over, so please

Let's leave here."

Abel Kule stretched out his right hand and pointed at Zhuang Mingge's eyebrows.

"I give you death in the name of no.1."

Zhuang Mingge watched the other person's fingers pointing over, trying to avoid it, but unexpectedly found that his body was terrible and slow. It seemed as long as an hour just to move his arm.

"roll!"

Just as the other party's fingers were about to point Zhuang Mingge's eyebrows, Zhuang Mingge roared out, and a dazzling shock wave swept out, bounced Abel's finger away.

Abel suddenly showed a surprised expression and shook his head randomly and said, "You are really amazing to be able to bounce off my attack, but it's over here. You can't beat me, death is your only ending."

Then, another guide.

Zhuang Mingge's heart was shocked. The slow feeling just now followed, and Zhuang Mingge roared slowly.

"Kneel me!"

A terrifying pressure poured down like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, as if it was about to crush the air and fracturing the earth. Abel was too embarrassed to defend himself and knelt in front of Zhuang Mingge with a plop. The slow feeling of Zhuang Mingge's body suddenly disappeared.

He kicked Abel's chin with one kick.

With a touch, he smashed his chin and kicked him out.

"It's just a delay. Do you really treat yourself as a disciple?" Zhuang Mingge strode over, and the murderous intent riots in his pupils. "For me, seeds are just a trouble. My enemy is a disciple, not a disciple.

You, even no.1, is just an annoying fly."

Zhuang Mingge never puts the seeds in his eyes, and gives him another ten years, so what if he starts a full war with his disciples?

Ten years later, Zhuang Mingge was seventy-seven points confident of winning the disciples.

"What does it feel slow?" Abel struggled to get up from the ground and said coldly: "It's time to slow down."
Chapter completed!