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Suddenly hearing the abrupt sound of a suspected gear turning, Teng Yunshen immediately turned around to guard against an attack, but Zhao He was unaware of it, still chattering.

The difference between a killer and a craftsman is evident from this.

Although the evil qi resided in Teng Yunshen's body, greatly increasing his mana, in terms of sensitive ears and eyes, he was still inferior to Zhao He, whose mana had reached the sixth-order level.

However, in terms of the ability to perceive danger, Zhao He is far inferior to Teng Yunshen.

Click. Click.

Another noise came, and finally, even Zhao He noticed that something was wrong.

The room was filled with the sound of flames chewing on iron sheets, like a torrential rain, and droplets of water fell and crackled. And the voice that attracted Teng Yunshen's attention was different, with a unique texture of machinery.

Teng Yunshen stared at the source of the sound, and in the corner of the shack, a wooden box with a faint cold light slowly opened.

Zhao He shouted in a low voice: "Human head!"

Teng Yunshen raised his hand to signal his companions not to act rashly. The box was something from the elf mage, and it might have hidden a sinister killing motive. Teng Yunshen walked over cautiously, his body tensed, like walking on thin ice, ready to deal with the subsequent changes.

Even if it's just a head, after being dealt with by a wizard, it should not be overlooked, maybe it is a deadly time bomb, the last trap left by the wizard to the enemy......

The head in the box suddenly opened its eyes.

If it was a few days ago, Teng Yunshen might have been frightened by the scene in front of him and lost his three souls, and then crawled out of the door, but now he is used to seeing evil rampant, so he naturally won't be shaken by it.

Teng Yunshen's expression remained unchanged, his footsteps did not stop, and he gradually approached the box containing the head.

He was jealous because he didn't know the intention of the fairy mage to carry a head with him, and whether the head was dead or alive was not a basis for Teng Yunshen to judge whether it was dangerous or not.

The head in the box rolled its eyes, and saw the scene of decay after the war.

It was not only alive, but also conscious, not like Teng Yunshen expected, half-dead and dying.

The box protects the fragile head like a greenhouse, and even without the support of the shell, it remains alive.

"Who are you?" Teng Yunshen asked. The closer he got to the other person, the more calm he became. At this moment, the distance between the two sides is only a few steps, and any abnormal movement cannot be hidden from him, as long as the mind is together, in an instant, he can subdue the other party.

The head smiled stiffly: "I am the owner of that body." ”

It was as if he had been in the box for so long that he had forgotten how to express emotion through the muscles of his face.

Teng Yunshen was not very surprised by this answer.

Ever since he discovered that the elven mage's head was filled with tentacles—as strange as the scarecrow in a grotesque festive supply store—he had wondered if the other party would hide his real head and leave a chance to escape.

"That said, it's not over yet. ”

Teng Yunshen threw the gravity line and pulled the magic sword into his hand. During the whole process, he didn't use his eyes to see, but only locked the position with his aura sense. Throwing and pulling, he immediately caught the magic sword that shot from behind him steadily, and the action was done in one go, as if he was flowing with water, which showed that he had grown again.

"Chop you to pieces again, and the matter will be over. ”

The blade of the sword was sharp, and the icy snow light was pointed at the head that had nowhere to escape.

"Wait!" the wizard finally realized that his situation was extremely bad, and he woke up completely from his deep sleep, "I am not the one who wants to kill you!"

The blade of the sword rested on his nose.

Teng Yunshen originally had no intention of killing him immediately, he only had the idea of intimidation when he took out his sword, and when he saw that his goal had been achieved, he no longer threatened.

He put away the magic sword and asked, "What do you say?"

"In order to avoid being affected by the environment here, I have figured out a way to stiffen Li Daitao," the wizard was sweating profusely and stammering as he spoke, obviously frightened, "Unfortunately, something went wrong, my body lost control, and it was not my will to attack you." ”

The other party couldn't say it clearly, but Teng Yunshen understood the key after a little thought.

He began to think from the other's point of view.

The concept of "other" is different from "other", almost heterogeneous. They understand the unknown side of the world and have supernatural powers, unbound by common sense.

Teng Yun groaned deeply: "I see, I wonder how someone can use their head as a flower pot." ”

The other party planned to use the box to block the evil qi and use the goblins to maintain the body, so he had a head replacement operation. This is not far from his previous speculation.

Teng Yunshen looked at Zhao He, who nodded, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the other party's statement.

The wizard smiled bitterly: "I happened to bring seeds and boxes, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." ”

The two men in front of him accepted his explanation, apparently noticing the strangeness of their surroundings.

Teng Yunshen explained: "It's not a bad thing to keep a clear mind, it's better than becoming a demon's minions." ”

The wizard asked, "What the hell is this?"

Teng Yunshen didn't answer and asked, "Where are you from?"

"I am a warrior of the Dragon of Mistime. "Fate hangs in the hands of others, the wizard does not dare to slack off, and honestly explains the cause and effect of his exile here," I participated in the operation of the Black Sword Society, and followed the large army into a lost fairyland. We were ambushed in pursuit of our enemies and thrown into the desert by a powerful evil wizard. ”

Teng Yunshen raised his left hand: "Do you recognize it?"

The wizard looked at the ring dropped by the demon spirit in confusion: "Are you ...... The guy from Seaside City?" he said with deep hesitation.

Teng Yunshen made an appointment with the Dragon of Mistime to compete in the future, but it was only a few days ago. At that time, the other party left a deep impression on him. Teng Yunshen's cultivation was mediocre, barely breaking through the level of the third order, compared to the reserve members of the Dragon of Mistime, it was still much inferior, but it was really shocking to be able to kill the demon spirit alone. However, a few days later, Teng Yunshen was actually detached again, and he was even more unfathomable, as if he had been reborn. He had a hard time connecting two people together.

"That's right. Teng Yunshen nodded, "You and I are destined." ”

He was also quite emotional in his heart. The Dragon Army of Mistaken Time was at its peak, which gave him a great shock. It's a pity that the Dao is one foot high, the magic is one foot high, and the Black Sword Society seems to be even more powerful, and it actually defeats the Dragon of Mistime. The situation overturned, and he couldn't help but feel a little more confused about the way forward.

Zhao He said: "I'm afraid this is the rumored Borderland. ”