The game vest cannot be dropped!

In the lounge at this time, there was no tension before the war, and everyone was chatting relaxedly.

However, Lucius was not at peace in his heart.

Gojo Satoru had begun to doubt himself obviously, and it was not suitable for him to stay for a long time.

The time soon came to the afternoon.

Gojo Satoru did not appear, but after a while, everyone heard his voice on the loudspeaker:

"Come on everyone! %&*#@.."

At this time, Fu Heihui turned to Lucius and said: "Follow up a little bit later."

At this time, although the white-haired boy nodded obediently very quickly.

The crowd started to run at a faster speed, and Lucius followed closely behind them, but kept pursing his lips, not joining the lively conversation of the crowd at this time.

Out of sight, his hand reached into the back pocket of his trousers.

With the sound of a slight button press, Lucius sent an edited text message.

"here we go."

...

found it.

With the usual smile on his face, the real person reached out and took off the fingers that Mangao had hidden.

Although the two guards at the door were a bit difficult to deal with, they got in smoothly and found the right way according to the direction they studied.

He turned around and left very simply, and he didn't follow the agreement at all, sending a text message to Lucius to ask him to pick up his fingers.

On the contrary, the night before, he gave Huayu and the others an order like this:

"That white-haired brat, kill him if you can."

The real person walked out of the school leisurely, playing with Su Nuo's fingers in his hand, as if it was a harmless toy.

The things that are used up are of no value and can be discarded.

The real person narrowed his eyes slightly in a pleasant mood, as if he was happy with the conclusion he had drawn.

However, within a few steps, he felt a strange feeling.

The real person stopped walking forward.

He frowned and looked around.

In the next second, a familiar figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

It was Lucius who was supposed to be still in school.

The real person opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Why do you..."

At this time, Lucius had long since lost the timid look he had when meeting the real person.

With an indifferent expression, he spread his palm towards the real person: "Give me your finger."

Although the real man wondered how Lucius appeared out of thin air, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think you can take it from me?"

He snickered softly, as if he had heard some funny joke: "Your spell power is probably the weakest in the spell pool, and you can hardly feel it."

After a while, the real person seemed to be tired from laughing. He stood up straight and looked at Lucius and said, "I wanted to let you live, but now there is no other way..."

As a result, in the next second, the pupils of the real person suddenly widened for a moment.

The spell power on the white-haired boy in front of him suddenly exploded. Apart from this, there were many other things that seemed to be released. The real person could only feel a coercion that seemed to be able to destroy the world.

This cursed newborn, at this moment, can only feel instinctive fear in his mind.

Run away.

The farther away the better.

It took the real person almost a few seconds to finally move his already sore and limp legs, and wanted to take the first step outside.

But in the next second, he found that he was completely unable to move.

Spells, domains, nothing can be used, and there is no way to even move.

The huge unknown fear was like an infinitely deep quagmire, swallowing him down.

His eyeballs trembled in fear, and the joyful expression on his face, which was playing with humans, disappeared one step further, replaced by deep fear.

Lucius' hand was already attached to the back of the real person, and a strange red and black light came out of it.

"give me."

However, the real person remained motionless, except for the trembling eyeballs from fear, everything else became extremely stiff.

useless....

Lucius glanced at the blue-haired curse spirit who was so frightened that he couldn't move at all, curled his lips, and reached out to rummage through him.

After a while, he found the cloth bag with his fingers wrapped in it.

Of course, the one that is being held in the palm of the real person is not missed.

After getting it, Lucius glanced at the real person standing there, and couldn't help thinking for a while.

How should I deal with it...

Sure enough... but I don't know if it will work this time, this spell is much stronger than the previous two spells.

Thinking of this, Lucius sighed.

do not care.

Try it first.

Lucius began to keep himself focused, and then the palm of his hand that touched the real person became hot, and at the same time, he felt the divine power given out in the past return to his body.

One minute later, Lucius was the only one left in the open space.

But Lucius' face was not pretty.

After absorbing the real person, his discomfort was worse than ever.

But Lucius just whitened his lips slightly, and after a few minutes, he slowly stood up straight.

Slow down...

Lucius couldn't feel the uncomfortable force anymore, and now he restrained the magic and divine power on his body, looked at the pack of fingers in his hand, and thought about where to hide first.

However, the next second, he who had no feeling at all suddenly passed out.

Opening his eyes again, the top of Lucius' own palace came into view.

Realizing this, Lucius suddenly woke up in fright.

Why are you here? !

He suddenly sat up, just about to get out of bed, but suddenly met the eyes of Mittel who was guarding his bed.

His elder brother's expression was not good at this time, there was unresolved worry in his eyes, and his voice was completely different from the usual soft whisper, with unconcealable excitement:

"Lucius, where have you been?"

"Why can't everyone find you?"

Mittel, who has always been gentle and warm, has dirt on his robe that has never appeared before:

"Do you know what happened in the Upper Realm these days?"