It took Teng Yunshen a little time to get rid of the poetry. He blinked blankly www.biquge.info and after a moment, it was only after a moment that the disturbing images returned to where they were supposed to be, that he finally reacted, "They're the ones you're going to deal with?"

His voice was frighteningly loud in the vast silence.

"Only the one who is holding the glass and shining around. Qiao Siming shook his head, "That would explain something." He became the blood bank of the Blood Mage, and that ritual was also at the behest of the latter, which was their style. ”

Teng Yunshen suddenly turned his head and stared at the witch's face floating in a pool of blood. Qiao Siming held his breath and put his finger on the trigger.

The battlemage heard something going on...... It seemed to come from the blood mage's eyes, foam squeezing around, fighting for a little breath. He pointed at the corpse, the energy of death evoking the hypocritical vitality of the blood mage, and she staggered to her feet.

"Hell. Qiao Siming muttered, then looked away.

Much of his interest in wizards was how to kill them, but he more or less knew what was going on...... This meant that the Blood Mage was just a complete corpse that would not suddenly come to life and break their necks, and the witch completely fell into Teng Yunshen's grasp.

His employer wanted him not to focus too much on the mystical arts, which were dangerous for mortals. So, he kept himself out of contact with the witchcraft as much as possible. However, he is a witch hunter, and since he is in this business, he always has to deal with witchcraft, and he often walks by the river, how can he not get his shoes wet?

Not every battle can be solved with a sniper rifle, such as this one today...... Qiao Siming whistled.

Teng Yunshen, who had found nothing, let go of the blood mage and let her fall into a miserable pool of blood, he showed a heart of stone and no mercy at all.

He couldn't comprehend the evil wizards who had killed so many people to increase their mana.

What did the others think? He met one evil wizard after another in twenty-four hours, far more than he had ever actually come into contact with good wizards.

He saved many people in the small commodities market. But are those good people? No, not all. There are also ungrateful robbers hidden inside. He believed that most wizards were kind, but alas, he knew very little.

"Work!" Qiao Siming shouted, reminding Teng Yunshen that he still had something to do, and he dropped a thermos flask, "Fill it up." ”

Now is not the time to be confused about the future. Their actions may have attracted attention. Although the area has been abandoned for a long time, it is still part of the city, far from being inaccessible.

The battlemage focused on the cooling, solidifying pool of blood at his feet. What he needed was the blood of the heir to the inheritance, a key to the treasure. However, the Mirror Mage was almost an empty shell under the squeezing of the Blood Mage, and he might as well make up his mind with the witch.

The pungent smell of the Mirror Mage's blood remained in his memory, and he remembered the blood he had used to fight. Incredibly, the blood mage's blood was very similar to it, but it gave him a completely different feeling. That's not because of the difference between mirror mana and blood mana, but because of the difference between men and women.

Maiko's blood seemed to be under his nose again. Teng Yunshen licked his tongue subconsciously...... He quickly became frightened by his actions and shuddered.

The battle mage pulled the mirror mage's blood from the pool of blood and put it in a thermos flask. The sorcerer's blood hissed like a snake spitting letters...... He shook his head, shaking off the senseless associations, he didn't want the magic of his real name to come uninvited again. Teng Yunshen picked up the witch's purse, as well as some strange gadgets. He returned to the second floor with the loot.

Qiao Siming sprinkled silver powder, reducing the corpse of the mirror mage to ashes.

"Do we have the right to receive their inheritance?" Teng Yun asked boldly, "There is no other heir to this ancient organization?"

"It was we who found out about this heritage and cleverly put the news out so that this guy could get himself into the net. "They have no successors. ”

"I thought wizards would have a lot of time to raise the next generation. ”

Qiao Siming grinned, "The fertility rate of wizards is very, very low. Notice, I used two 'very' and I could use a third. ”

Teng Yunshen's expression changed subtly.

He was a little uneasy. Worries about fertility seem far away from him, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend...... However, in a few years, he will reach the age of starting a family. Time always flies when it is not necessary. He could have waited, but his parents couldn't. It's a tradition.

Moreover, quite a few wizards, especially those who had come from war-torn times, did not like to leave their descendants. Qiao Siming continued to clean up the battlefield, "Imagine what the enemy can do to you with the blood of children? ”

Teng Yunshen nodded. "What about you?" he asked, "why don't you want a child?"

Qiao Siming narrowed his eyes with interest: "They have done something in my brain, you shouldn't be able to read my information." ”

"Just speculation. Teng Yunshen shrugged, "The head of the family would not choose such a job. ”

"I'm young, unlike you, you look young, but you're dead. He handed a small bag to Teng Yunshen, "Clean up the first floor." ”

He ended the impromptu conversation.

Teng Yunshen was unimpressed. There is still plenty of time for him to uncover the secrets of the gunman and his employer.

What followed was lackluster. He carefully erased the traces of the two wizards, and threw the little silver powder that could not be treated, such as clothes and boots, into the first world...... Twenty minutes later, ignoring the scattered shards of glass, there was no sign of a fight.

Qiao Siming looked up at the dome. A cold wind poured in through the hole, darkening the morning light.

"Can you fix it?"

Teng Yun said melancholy: "I'm afraid not." ”

"I think so. Qiao Siming nodded disappreciatively, "Come on, harvest time." Let's see what good stuff they've hidden. ”

Teng Yunshen once again stepped into the first world.

A rudimentary stone door—the one you can find in a terrifying cave that no one cares about—was in front of him. Teng Yunshen unscrewed the cap of the bottle and released the blood of the mirror mage who couldn't wait.