In the Knight Magic Troupe, Wren is a gold medal magician and has won the world's highest magic award many times. Yavin 8 '=-.=y-a=

In addition to participating in the tour, he also attends some necessary public welfare and charity activities and other business activities. He was busier than any of the magicians in the group, but he would always spare two days a week to teach him magic himself.

He really likes this apprentice, and even teaches him the skills that he became famous in the past without reservation.

And Ye Zechuan did not live up to his expectations, no matter how complicated the magic techniques of the Wren Sect were, they could learn it in a week.

Although Ye Zechuan is only ten years old now, his magic level is already extremely high, but he usually does not show off, so no one in the knights knows his true strength except for Rennes. _Yawen Bar ·· -．-ｙ·ａ·`ｅ`ｎ=８=．-ｃ-ｏ·ｍ`

At this moment, the news is still reporting the content of the plane crash, but Ye Zechuan can't hear what the reporter on the TV screen is saying.

He leaned against the head of the bed, his hands gripping the quilt tightly.

Aite is a girl after all, and she thinks a lot when she is sad and sad. After she finished crying, she looked at the boy who didn't say a word on the hospital bed, shook his arm, and asked worriedly with red eyes: "Xiaochuan, Teacher Ren and the head of the regiment are gone, what will we do in the future?" ”

What to do? This is indeed a big problem. Yavin_Bar_ ·-·.

Originally, Ye Zechuan planned to return to China as soon as possible, but now it seems that it will not be possible.

The Knight Magic Regiment suddenly suffered such a disaster, and the loss of the leader and teacher was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the Magic Troupe.

If he were to leave at such a time, the Knights would probably disappear from the world of magic.

He must inherit the legacy of his teacher, continue to maintain the Knight Magic Troupe, and must not let it collapse like this.

Ye Zechuan glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window and asked softly, "Teacher, what is their performance in Malaysia?" ”

Aite didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, and was stunned for a while before replying, "It's the evening later." ”

"The day after tomorrow?" Ye Zechuan pondered for a moment, withdrew his gaze from the window, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "It should be too late." ”

"What?" He said this without beginning or end, and Aite looked at the indifferent but resolute expression on his face, and his heart trembled for no reason. Something flashed through her mind, but she didn't have time to grasp it.

Ye Zechuan pursed his pale lips, met her blue eyes that were the same color as Wren, and said word by word: "On behalf of the Knight Magic Troupe, I will go to Malaysia to perform that magic show on behalf of the teacher." ”

His face was pale, and his voice was also sickly weak and weak, but his tone was full of determination and determination, and he spread out in the quiet hospital room.

"What?!" He didn't speak in a monotonous tone, but the short sentence made Aether's eardrums buzz. She almost suspected that she had misheard, but looking at the expression on the boy's face in front of her, she knew that he was serious.

"You help me ask if anyone in the group is willing to come with me." After Ye Zechuan finished speaking, he looked down at the very casual home clothes he was wearing, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Aite had been in the Magic Troupe longer than he was, and was a few years older than him, so his words should have been heavier than he was.

Suffering such a painful blow, the remaining members of the magic troupe seemed to be shrouded in clouds, and their mood was indescribably low and sad.