The footsteps of the Grim Reaper fell on Teng Yunshen's ears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It was so close that it was like a dandelion in the wind on his shoulder.

The train slows down. Teng Yunshen knew that this was his imagination, but he still couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Its shell seemed to be cast from silver, shining brighter than the sun high above. It was just a stone's throw away, emitting a little heat, slightly shaking Teng Yunshen's vision. It's so real, but it's incredibly beautiful, it's the best train in Teng Yunshen's mind.

Mornings are good for departures. However, at this moment, night is falling, covering the land. The blue sky only existed in Teng Yunshen's mind.

He turned his head and saw the whispers of the moonlight, and the faces of death. It looks like a mixture of ugliness and beauty, excitement and calm, all depending on the angle from which you look at it. But, no matter what, you don't want to get close to him.

Teng Yunshen wanted to get closer to it.

"Come on. Death said, it was only a single syllable, but it was profound. It represents the self-destructive tendencies hidden deep in Teng Yun's heart. Teng Yunshen was horrified by this discovery, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. He couldn't run away from his thoughts.

He may have been sick from the time the evil witch blew up innocent passers-by. It happened a day ago, but the disease is deeply rooted. That's why he threw himself into danger again and again.

He had killed so many people in a short period of time, and before that, he had lived in peace from beginning to end. Growing up, he always carefully avoided violence. He had the opportunity to learn martial arts from his relatives, and at that age, martial arts had an unspeakable ...... Sanctity. Such an opportunity was the envy of his friends, but he turned it down.

In the past, he thought that the habit stemmed from the fear of injury. Now, he finally understands that what he is really afraid of is the unpredictable of himself. He was afraid that others would be hurt by such himself.

His talent goes hand in hand with damage. Even if he was composing poetry, he was doing it for the sake of killing. The connection between everything is in his hands just a piece of piano string that is used to strangle the neck of the enemy.

However, Teng Yunshen always wants to live, and because of this, he must cross the cordon and catch this train.

Life and death are not always distinct. As the old saying goes, putting death and then rejuvenating may be the best interpretation of the current situation. The line under his feet is sometimes called the "safety line", and staying on the inside of the line means "safe", and sometimes it is called the "cordon", and standing on the outside of the line means "not safe". The inside of the line and the outside of the line are not always the same.

The sound of the evil wizard's heartbeat still hung above his head, like a gloomy dark cloud. What about the heartbeat of the rest? the sound fell empty behind the invisible corner, in the mist like a veil. He was alone on the platform, alone, waiting for the last subway.

"Now is not the time. He said to death, "Another day." He said to himself as he pursued death, and stepped over the security cordon under his feet.

He walked towards his heartbeat and crashed into the speeding train.

The fierce sound of steel grinding over steel erupted beam after beam of sparks, running over the barren forest that was out of place. It's so unscrupulous, as if the goblins are just the product of a giant projector.

The wizards stared dumbfounded at the sudden glare of light, and in the interval of a heartbeat, the night was illuminated. They had never seen such a spectacular magic trick, as if someone had taken the flannel that covered the whole world.

The term "magician" often refers to people who use tricks and props to perform tricks that are breathtaking. However, even the children who are just beginning to understand know that they do not possess real magic.

However, now, this group of wizards who really possess magical powers, I am afraid that they are just as shocked by the wonderful performance as the audience under the stage, and their souls are lost.

The two trains collided at an angle of inclination to each other. They are menacing, unstoppable, and the end is obvious. They lose both. The two trains tumbled and twisted, overpowering the elves like two dying dragons.

Teng Yunshen unleashed the magic of his true name.

The elves who survived the catastrophe screamed and shouted. Their cries formed a mighty wind, and the fire swept through the shattered ground.

The Lightning Mage fell to the ground. He thought he was going to sink headlong into a pool of scorching blood, but the earth made a bed for him with dry leaves. The wet red faded, and disappeared without a trace, like the wreckage of two steel dragons. The dry texture is fragile, but it is also real. The only dampness in the air comes from the dew at night.

Teng Yunshen staggered to his feet. His skeleton was rugged and messy, barely tied together by a slender pulse. He looked like a scarecrow that could fall apart at any moment.

The battle is not over yet. The evil wizard is alive and will become strong again at a predictable rate. Both he and Teng Yunshen were overwhelmed by the train, Teng Yunshen escaped because of the activity of blood magic, and the evil wizard escaped because of the tenacity of transformation magic. Moreover, he had escaped the erosion of poisonous blood.

Teng Yunshen walked up to the evil wizard on the ground, and then, he ...... Creepy stopped. His blood-stained expression was elusive. Nothing to do with hideousness, his expression was far more intimidating than that. He looked down at the enemy he had nearly killed, as if he were examining an old tattered toy and wondering whether to throw it away.

The evil sorcerer staggered to his feet. He gritted most of his teeth, but he still couldn't swallow his fear. Even when he was run over by a train, he had never been so scared as he was now.

He couldn't see through Teng Yunshen's mood.

And Teng Yunshen had already memorized the shape of the back of his neck. The young wizard could hear the sound of blood running in his crooked neck. It was very different from the sound of a heartbeat, a heartbeat like thunder, and it was like flowing water.

The back of the neck that is exposed at the time of the five-body throw to the ground symbolizes surrender. The one who kneels surrenders his life to others and is left to his devices.

Teng Yunshen laughed.

"It's the coldest day of winter. Your last day. He made a motion to turn on the faucet, "You can't hear the sound of the water." His five fingers slowly turned back to their original positions with morbid delicacy, "Frozen." ”

The evil sorcerer clutched his neck in pain. The smell of bloody rust roared in his throat. He felt a cold hose of water, which was hot in the warmth of flesh.

Teng Yunshen turned sideways and glared at the slowly approaching ritual mage.