For wizards, emotions are more than just expressions of look and movement. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info They are colorful energies with distinctive characteristics.

Teng Yunshen, on the other hand, prefers to classify emotions according to smell. Now, he smelled the smell of fear, and the witch trembled with fear from the wildfire. This discovery gave Teng Yunshen a head-on blow.

Guided by a great wizard, he was fearless. And the arrival of the witch gave him the courage to die differently. Witches are the living. She gave Teng Yunshen the courage to live. Her alternative gentleness made Teng Yunshen realize that he belonged to the present.

And such a dazzling witch showed deep fear at this moment.

For a moment, Teng Yunshen hoped that she would change her mind and not go to that damn madman, so she went home and thought about it in the long run. The Grim Reaper stood behind the door, waiting for the reckless guests to throw themselves into the net. After all, the wildfire they intended to deceive was a monster that even the leaders of evil wizards feared......

Just as he quietly retreated, the witch stopped. Lo and behold, the wildfire was hiding in the igloo in front of her.

Cold sweat climbed up the back of Teng Yunshen's neck. He suddenly realized that he, who had rushed the witch to get into action, had not prepared for anything.

Greene didn't even tell him what kind of wizard the wildfire was. They all knew that even if Teng Yunshen knew all about wildfires, it would be difficult for him to play a role in a possible conflict.

Wildfire was more powerful than the witch who held the Ring of Necromancy, he might be an eighth-order or even ninth-order wizard, while Teng Yunshen had only reached the level of the third order. If the wildfire gets out of control, Teng Yunshen can only watch the witch be killed.

Even a necromancer could not escape death, Teng Yunshen knew this. They are equally pathetic in the face of death.

The witch knocked on the igloo door.

Teng Yunshen held his breath. Time ran through the young wizard's mind second by second, and its steps were as fierce as a mad bison.

Suddenly, the impregnable igloo dissolved, and a pitch-black flame rose up, stinging Teng Yunshen's eyes. A burly figure emerged from the ashes. The wildfires are as terrifying as mythical giants. His physique is a picture of the mountains.

"Who are you?" Wildfire shouted angrily.

The witch respectfully presented him with a butcher's knife: "I am their woman. They have already been killed by bricks. ”

Wildfire holds the hilt. Teng Yunshen forgot how to breathe. The light of fire and sword stopped in the giant's hand, and with a slight tremble, the light sliced through the witch's flawless neck.

The old face showed a strange smile: "Which of the two do you like?"

The witch took a few steps back and replied softly, "Naturally, it is the stronger one." ”

"I'm much stronger than both of them combined. ”

The witch bowed her head, "Yes." ”

"When two sons die, I will have three. Wildfire smiled and reached for the witch's breast, "I can't wait." ”

The witch pushed the weight of the wildfire and bounced herself out. In the blink of an eye, the fear that terrified Teng Yun in her body disappeared and vanished, leaving only Teng Teng's murderous aura.

She's probably not the right person for intelligence work, she's not the type to swallow teasing.

I don't know why, Teng Yunshen's uneasiness also disappeared as her fear disappeared. A battle of disparity in strength begins, and he is the doomed side. But what does it matter? He has had a very fulfilling two days. In other words, he lived enough.

When dying, everyone can always find a lot of unfulfilled wishes in the corner. If he dies under the butcher's knife like this, Teng Yunshen must have countless regrets. It's just that he didn't regret dying to get rid of the evil wizard.

The dark time accelerated Teng Yunshen's movements.

He is a shadow puppeteer, and on his stage, he is the deadliest assassin. He felt death, and the lasso of death fell on his neck, which, once tightened, would rob him of the right to breathe freely. However, he could also see the noose that fell on the neck of the wildfire......

However, the giants soon discovered him. The behemoth's gaze exploded in his ears like a thunderbolt from the sky. The stumbling shadow tripped over him. At just one thought, the giant overpowered him.

"Who is this?" Wildfire asked, "Another man of yours?" he laughed, "Trust me, this kid can't satisfy you." ”

"He's cuter than you!" the witch screamed, "Go to hell, old fellow!" she pushed open the door to the old world.

Teng Yunshen shuddered. Indescribable feelings flooded into his mind. It's not just cold, I'm afraid you can't find the right adjective for it in a mortal's dictionary. It is not of this world. Teng Yunshen once again felt the beautiful magic of the witch. Its frequency has an unparalleled beauty. The necromancer hears the wind.

An untimely gust of wind passed through the door of death, raising the witch's posture. It's neither temperature nor sound, it's death. It is out of step with the world of today.

Teng Yun panted and bypassed the door of death. It was a void, deep, dark, and invisible. The lonely time lingers behind the door. Teng Yunshen could hear the sound farther away, which was more hollow than silence. The world of the past is calling for young wizards. There is all that has passed, the end after the end of time.

He is based on the unknown side of the world. Shadows surrounded him. They are as warm as the sea at noon on a summer day. Even so, Teng Yunshen still felt cold. The world of the past, the world that no longer exists, it is even more in the shadows, it is hidden in the fear of death.

The witch spun in circles along the path of the storm. Her movements are as graceful as a dance to the sky, and they are breathtaking. She is a necromancer, an insulator of the voice of the dead and a conductor of the voice of the dead. She threw the wind of death at the monstrous giant. At the other end of the gate, the wind is gentle, and at this end of the gate, the wind gradually grows stronger. The witch guides it, blurring the line between life and death.

Wildfire screamed in pain: "**!" The wind of death swept him up and threw him towards the igloo behind him. Wildfires fell on the glittering roofs of igloos.

Teng Yunshen subconsciously turned his head. He saw his own shadow that was constantly changing like a mist. This is the form that the world of the past prepared for him. Death is at hand. The familiar fear hit him, but it was stronger than ever.