Click. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info There is something special about that sound, something indescribable. Use onomatopoeia to describe its ...... Temperament is probably the most cost-effective skill. However, onomatopoeia does not express the personality of the voice very well. That can bring people back to a lot of sounds. Breaking branches with hands and stepping on branches with feet may all be "clicks" in the pen of a mediocre narrator. However, they are still not the same after all.

Teng Yunshen is a wizard with a keen senses, and he is able to capture details that are difficult for mortals to detect. He is interested in time, space, temperature, color, speed, shape...... and other seemingly lackluster attributes, all of which have unique insights. His vocabulary is equally mediocre, but he is capable of reproducing the appearance of a sound as much as possible in the most lengthy descriptions. And it's much easier to bind the ineffable imagery than to fill the grid with dry words, that's just ...... Whim.

Did he think of "dry"? That's right. The dried branches, the lack of moisture, the lack of vitality, were the things that came to his mind at this moment. A branch that snaps and breaks when stepped on, and sends them to the bottom of a roaring chainsaw, makes such a distinctive clicking sound.

The magic sword fell to the ground with the witch. The witch gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, quieting the storm. But it was too late. Her body is as awkward as a botched photograph that has been clumsily composed. She had only managed to retain her roughly intact silhouette.

She was still alive, the magic sword had not been able to kill her completely, and it only took some time for her to get out of her near-death state - but Teng Yunshen would not give her such a chance.

Teng Yun sank into the shadows. The next moment, the witch also appeared in the world of shadows.

She is a shadow puppet mage, and the Shadow Kingdom is her birthplace. When her life is under real threat, she naturally chooses the shadow as a hiding place. She is a formidable warrior, and perhaps because of this, she is so desperate to take a turn for the worse. She lacks experience in resisting setbacks.

Teng Yunshen made the right judgment about her response. Everything was expected by him. He wasn't going to stop the witch from hiding in her final sanctuary, that would be a disservice. Even if he is seriously injured, the other party still has a superb shadow puppet art. Moreover, the witch is driving herself to a dead end by doing so. The world of shadows is boundless, but it is also a lonely city. Witches have nowhere to run.

The laws in the Shadow Kingdom are different from those in the outer world. The speed of the shadow puppet mages is limited by the concentration thrown at them. This is also the knowledge that Teng Yunshen has gained from practice rather than theory. He has become sensitive in life-and-death struggles, and he can always quickly find things that are beneficial to his enemies, which has almost become part of his intuition. Before he even thought about the cause and effect, he decided to "return to the mountain" and let the shadow puppet mage return to the shadow world.

Teng Yunshen's concentration on the witch was full of sincerity, his eyes didn't blink, and his enthusiastic gaze was even inferior to the sun. And what about the witch, her heart was torn to pieces by the magic sword, and she probably couldn't repay Teng Yunshen with the same enthusiasm.

The dark hours quickened the pace of the young wizard. He threw a gravity line at the witch and grabbed the magic sword that fell into the witch's hands, which may have been a glimmer of hope for the witch......

The witch let go of her hand and let him snatch the sword back. In her other hand, a rapier grew out of the flower.

Teng Yunshen caught the magic sword. His march was as deadly as a deep-sea torpedo, swift and silent. The witch's vision was pitch black. She knew which direction Teng Yunshen was in, but the pain blinded her.

The witch crushed a bottle that hung around her neck.

Now, it's time for writing practice again. She made a wonderful sound.

Under the wizard's concentration, everything has a voice, not only those who jump up and down, but also those who are divided into peace.

It may be hard for mortals to imagine. But, in the eyes of the wizard, the noisiest thing in the room is probably a painting by an avant-garde artist. Crazy lines, crazy colors, they're full of sound. And vice versa, each monosyllable has its own distinct shape and light.

The kingdom of shadows boiled. Teng Yunshen remembers this feeling, it was like an experiment done in chemistry class, the thermite reaction, the vigorous combustion effect between the inconspicuous metal and the inconspicuous water, which was impressive.

Witches unleash highly condensed emotions.

Before that, Teng Yunshen thought that in order to create a phantom, he had to use local materials, but he was wrong. Wizards have their own means. The witch hides her emotions in a bottle and carries them with her at any time. Nowadays, it comes in handy.

Circling in all directions -- this was Teng Yunshen's initial feeling. In the world beyond the shadows, people divide regions according to topography and climate. In the world of shadows, the shadows of all kinds are integrated, but they are clearly layered. However, at the moment, no matter how deep or shallow, all the shadows are spinning.

By the way, Teng Yunshen has found a place for the sound of the emotional explosion in the text. Dozens of pressure cookers thundered in a sandbag. That's a fitting description.

The chaos made Teng Yunshen unable to think.

The witch didn't use chaos to create a phantom, she just detonated it, and it was no different from detonating the shadow of chaos. Both wizards are deeply affected by the chaos and do not know what to do.

And this situation is not a draw. Time is on the witch's side. Her mind went blank, but her body was gradually recovering, and the lack of focus made the progress of self-healing slow, but it was better than talking. What's more, Teng Yunshen couldn't make up for her.

The witch staggered out into the outer world.

Teng Yunshen gasped. He saw the head of the blood mage sticking out into the shadows. There was still not the slightest fluctuation in the latter's expression.

The Blood Mage was still alive, otherwise, Teng Yunshen should be able to sense the death energy in his body. However, the Blood Mage seemed to be dead. He waited like a stone for the fleeing shadow puppeteer.

This scene was like a slap in the face, and Teng Yunshen struggled to break free from the chaos. However, it was too late, and he could only watch the shadow puppet mage meet the blood mage.

And as long as you don't think about things with your kneecaps, you can conclude that it's not going to be a good thing.

The Blood Mage slit his own neck.