The night gently caressed Teng Yunshen's cheek. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's a red world. Teng Yunshen saw a lot of things, tables, chairs, and bottles, all of which were innumerable, and they were all complete. However, they only serve to give the red color a dispensable layer. Red has become almost the only theme in this world.

Even if it is a night that is high above and about to rule the world, he has to succumb to this unquestionable aesthetic and put on a fiery makeup.

Red infects the whole world.

The maple leaves fell, covering Teng Yun's deep and hollow pupils.

He's dead.

Teng Yunshen remembered very clearly, after blowing off the magic sword in one breath, the red mage blew another breath towards his neck. The result was obvious, even if the iron was as sharp as clay, it would be broken in two by this demonic wind, let alone flesh and blood? Before he could use the power of steel to strengthen himself, he lost his head for no apparent reason.

At this moment, the confusing consciousness may just be an illusion produced by the body that still has residual warmth.

The restless cells had absurd dreams before the current disappeared.

Ruins and new life.

Teng Yunshen quickly fell into the blinding darkness.

......

The Blood Mage's heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat.

Immediately after, a shallow wound left an inconspicuous scratch on her neck, to put it mildly, like an autumn lipstick.

The Blood Mage muttered as he wiped away the drops of blood that had spilled out of his skin, "This kind of injury is very bad......

The Radiant Mage shouted, "Who's there?"

The violent fluctuations in emotions caused the blood mage's aura to fluctuate unnaturally.

The moon hung high in the sky staring at her, like a searchlight screaming as a prisoner fled, exposing the night to daylight, leaving people with nowhere to run.

"Damn. The Blood Mage cursed in a low voice.

She gripped her rusty dagger and prepared for battle.

She was reminded of her hometown, her floating streets, her clumsy playmates, and distorted mirrors...... The spell of the White Moon struck her.

The trance-like sight was like a monster cut out of pieces of paper, and suddenly grabbed the blood mage. She struggled a few times, realizing that it was just a waste of effort.

The monster grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

The hand of the hometown is as gentle as the cradle.

The Blood Mage had approached the secret of the spell - but it didn't help her fight the spell - at least, she couldn't do it now.

"Mai Ke?" said the Radiant Mage with a look of surprise and delight, "Why are you here?"

Holding the spell made her senses sharper than usual, transcending the constraints of the finite world.

The Blood Mage froze.

The Radiant Mage waved desperately at her.

"Old acquaintances again?" the Blood Mage hesitantly put away his weapon, "I'm in trouble right now." ”

......

Zhao He's mana is exquisite, and he is superior to Teng Yunshen, however, in the face of the fierce red mage, it is still insignificant. It's just a thought that the red mage separated, like a thousand heavy burdens, pressed on his shoulders, making him unable to move.

He couldn't even think.

"Give up needless resistance. The Red Mage said, his tone rather stiff, like a figure from ancient times, "Your life, I keep it and it's still useful." ”

Zhao He fell to the ground.

The red mage then stretched out his hand and pointed at Teng Yunshen. The intense red gathered together, as if the dark clouds brewing with a downpour, enveloping Teng Yunshen.

Fan Yi asked, "What are you going to do?"

Although he has lost the ability to fight, he is a battle-tested soldier after all, with a tenacious will, and even if he falls into the hands of the enemy, he still has a calm bearing, and looks much calmer than Zhao He.

And this is also because he realizes that no matter what he does except resign himself to fate, it will not help.

The red mage said nonchalantly, "You only know that I killed him, but you don't know that I gave him a golden opportunity. You don't have to worry, just watch it. ”

"Who are you?" Zhao He stammered, "Could it be that you are the Red King?"

The cultivation shown by the other party in his gestures is really beyond imagination, and it is the only one he has ever seen in his life.

And although the Red King has been dead for a long time, he still occupies the upper reaches of the long river of time, and there is still the possibility of returning to the present one day. For those inscrutable wizards, life and death may be just a long journey.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Zhao He suspects that the Red Mage is the resurrected Red King.

The Red Mage laughed and staggered the entire building, reminiscent of a kung fu movie full of unique styles from twenty years ago.

"Stupid. The Red King and me, that's a world of difference. "But you have a good idea." I do have a bit of a Red King's majesty. ”

Fan Yi looked at the red mage with a blurred face, and pondered for a long time before he said, "You are the general under the command of the Red King, Di Chang. ”

The red mage seemed taken aback, and then triumphantly admitted, "Not bad. I am Dick. I didn't expect that centuries later, there would still be people who remembered me. ”

Fan Yi flattered: "Several of them are all seniors with great magical powers, and they are famous and thunderous. ”

Under the command of the Red King, there were many talents, and after the defeat that year, they were scattered all over the world, and most of them did not know what happened. The longevity of wizards is endless, and no one can say whether they are still lurking in this world to this day, waiting for the time to regroup.

It's just that Di Chang is a classic character in the play, known for his heroic temperament, he is simple-minded, but he likes to put the word "stupid" on his lips, which is impressive, so Fan Yi quickly recognized him.

Zhao He asked cautiously, "My friend ......?"

Di Chang seemed to be in a good mood, and he no longer cared about the captive's mouthful and tongue: "He is a material that can be made, but to come in handy, it is still not enough." Only by putting him to death and resurrecting can he reach a higher level with the work of reconstruction. ”

Zhao He wiped his cold sweat.

He had doubts in his mind. But the other party's methods are so clever that he can't understand it, and it is very dangerous to provoke the other party, so he pressed the idea of continuing to ask.

Fan Yi also made the same plan.

There is a huge disparity between the strengths and weaknesses of the two sides. Di Chang can make them disappear with a touch of his fingers. Regardless of his intentions, good or bad, they must accept each other's arrangements.

"It turned out that several people were going to improve his strength. Fan Yi carefully observed the changes that happened to Teng Yunshen, and compared with what he had learned in the past, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, "Could it be ...... This is the dew of autumn leaves?"

"Good eyesight. Dick Chang nodded.