"You've let me down so much. Umedada's cold voice was heard in the air. After seeing her people, Chang Lin didn't know what to do for a while, and fell into a panic.

Chang Lin held the gun and fired two more shots in the direction from which the sound came.

"It was really a chance to show remorse. However, you don't grasp it at all, and instead show your ugliest and worst side. ”

A flash of fire flew in the void, pierced Chang Lin's hand, knocked down his pistol, and ignited his hand, Chang Lin screamed loudly, he took off his clothes in a panic and slapped the flame on his hand vigorously, patting it with a crying appearance. However, the magic flame was like a maggot attached to the bones, and it burned more and more under his flutter, but it was always concentrated in his hand, and did not spread to other places, and soon his hand was scorched.

During this period, Chang Lin fainted once, but was woken up by a mental whip from Umeda and had to endure the intense pain.

"This is the consequence of shooting at me, and the next ...... The person looking for you has arrived. Umedada emerged from the sky and landed beside Chang Lin, who was lying on the ground wailing like mud.

Chang Lin couldn't hear what she was saying anymore, he was rolling on the ground, and vaguely saw a person in the sky flying at high speed, and when he got closer, the man shouted viciously: "Chang Lin! You bastard! I finally caught you!"

Chang Lin lay on the ground like a half-dead dog, and there was still a trace of flame on his scorched right hand. He couldn't hit the energy, nor did he have the strength to respond to the man's words.

Umedada pointed at Chang Lin's right elbow and cut off the nerve in his right arm, he finally freed himself from the sharp pain in his right hand, stopped howling, and gasped as he looked at the man with blood in front of him.

"Peng Ziyi, Umeda her, she burned me with magic, my hand burned her, and it burned away. Chang Lin said intermittently.

Peng Ziyi glanced at his coal-like hands and said coldly, "Good burning." ”

"You, as the head of the Ministry of Intelligence, actually speak like that. Even if you are a prisoner, you should have your own basic rights, right? You can arrest me and try me, but you can't deliberately torture me like this. Chang Lin said.

Peng Ziyi said: "Minister of Intelligence Peng Ziyi has died in the battle with the Imperial Assassins just now. All that is in front of you now is a vengeful ghost. I am a person who has died, and you are a person who is about to die, and there is no need to talk about rights between the dead and the dead. ”

"You're crazy, you're going to kill me privately. Chang Lin didn't realize that he didn't seem qualified to say such a thing.

"No matter what, it's not as good as you, just because of you!" Minister Morankhin was burned alive in the conference room just now. You just burned off one hand, and you cry like a wolf like this, think about her pain!" Peng Ziyi looked at Chang Lin condescendingly and said, "I think you haven't experienced the real pain yet, and dying like her is a very suitable ending for you." ”

"No, no, I still have a lot of things to explain, you, you kill me like this will miss a lot of important information. ”

"I don't want to give you any more chances. That's it. Peng Ziyi was unmoved, he said to Umeda again, "Tian Tian, you did a good job, now you get out of here." What is going to happen next, there is nothing to see. You may have nightmares when you see it. ”

Umeda said, "I'm not afraid. Have you forgotten? Teacher Luo said that magicians need the strength of the mind the most, and a strong mind comes from a strong eye. And a strong eye is not afraid of anything you see. If I can't even look at a person burned to death, how can I be a mage?"

Peng Ziyi smiled and said, "People are small and big. But I already feel that a few magicians are already approaching here, and I want you to do me a favor to stop these people. If they come up, they will definitely not sit idly by and watch me kill Chang Lin, and everyone will only be more embarrassed. ”

"Okay. Umedada agreed. Before she went downstairs, she glanced back at Peng Ziyi, "You don't have much time left, are you willing to dissipate in this world?"

"I seem to have used a forbidden power, and my soul is already crumbling. He pointed to Chang Lin on the ground with a desperate face and said, "Maybe this guy and I will walk together for a while after death." ”

Umeda said, "In ancient times, mages sacrificed and cast spells in order to obtain an eternal position beside the gods. Maybe I can give you a chance to be my spiritual attendant. ”

"Thank you, but a person whose soul has broken cannot become a spirit servant. ”

"Of course you can, my method is different from other Dream Tower mages, you are about to become that kind of being, not so much a spirit servant, but a god servant. ”

"The way you speak has changed, who are you?"

"Of course I'm Umedada, but I'm not just this little girl Umedada, when you lose your body, remember to use your remaining soul, imagine what I look like, chant my name, and then you can see me in my world, and then you will know the answer. Umeda nodded to him and ran downstairs.

"Divine servant?" Peng Ziyi didn't quite understand what Umeda meanta meant, but after listening to what she said, he gained a sense of peace of mind for no reason.

When the two of them were talking, Chang Lin did not calm down, he begged for mercy for a while, pleaded for a while, and put out all kinds of truths for a while, in the final analysis, there was only one, hoping that Peng Ziyi could spare his life.

"Please, give me a chance! I can still do a lot of useful things for the school even in prison. He concluded.

Hearing this, Peng Ziyi, who had just watched Umeda go downstairs, said: "In my opinion, the most beneficial thing you can do for the school and the Tower of China is to die!"

The ending is already irreversible, so why not show a hard point?"

"Please......"

Peng Ziyi decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore, stretched out a finger, and hooked the unfinished flame on Chang Lin's right hand, and suddenly the flame that was only a little left, like being poured a bucket of gasoline, burst into flames, this fire was like an orange-red bewitching flower, swept up along Chang Lin's right arm, and in a few seconds, he was wrapped in it, Chang Lin shouted at first: "Spare my life, I know that I am wrong, please punish me and let me go." ”

After a few seconds, the cry turned into a louder wail than before, and then the wailing returned to silence, leaving only a less formed figure, like wood under a campfire, burning silently.