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Typically, people use their sense of hearing rather than their sense of smell to capture sound. Wildfires are no exception. However, at this moment, the voice has not yet sounded. It's more like a harbor at sea level that is getting closer and closer to you. You can't tell its shape under the canopy of dusk, but a warm lamp will reveal its dew to you. Wildfire knew where to find that sound. It's almost a hidden smell that spreads through the cold air. It lurks beneath fear, remorse, anger. So, wildfire smells it.

Evil giants love such sounds. The blade slashed through the people's bodies, and the blood evaporated, forming a cloud of ash as the scorched smoke rose. It is a mixture of red and black. The volcano of pain is dying in its last wail. It rained in a dripping stream of blood.

He liked the sound so much that before the blade was stained with blood, he was already humming a cheerful melody with pride, a prelude to the coming sound. He imitated it vividly. He was familiar with such voices.

Wildfire thought of the harbor. After the journey of Tiredon, even the harbor in a foreign country has an indescribable sense of intimacy. And for him, killing is the harbor where his bloody battleship can dock temporarily.

The act of taking someone's life is often accompanied by intense emotion. But this widely accepted rule doesn't hold true for wildfire, and most of the time he kills people just to keep himself from doing nothing, no different from a child who unconsciously crumples a leaf in his hand.

Of course, at this moment, the wildfire is raising the butcher's knife, not for the purpose of recreation. He is aware of his weaknesses. There is some uncontrollable madness in their family. And to deal with the cunning bricks, a sober head is indispensable. Everyone has a different way of calming himself down, and the method he is used to is killing. A slow and methodical killing will create a good environment for his thinking.

It is difficult to imagine, I am afraid, that there is something elegant and precise in him as well. He's almost the embodiment of the wilderness. However, when it comes to slicing people's throats with a butcher's knife, he combines artistic elegance with mechanical precision. The butcher's knife was as light as a clip in his hand, and the splattered blur of flesh was his painting.

Then, after the killing, sex was the part he really looked forward to. Wildfire craves the witch's body.

He doesn't think the other side is cheating on himself. It is impossible for the enemy to take the initiative to send a butcher's knife to the door. This means that the witch is indeed the woman of his two sons, not a spy under the Bricks.

It doesn't matter what the truth is. Not to mention that his sons were dead, and even if they were still alive, he would not be able to spare the witches. Sex relaxes him more than killing. He needed contented comfort.

Witches, for their part, should blame themselves for the torture rather than wildfire. Who called her very, very glamorous? Her voice, her lines, almost the best Wildfire had ever seen in her life, and the mask was just trying to cover up.

And Wildfire also believes that the witch will eventually fall in love with him, and women are always like this, and they can't help it. The witch clearly had a body that needed to be developed, and he happened to be strong enough.

The wind grew louder and swept across the wildfire's vision.

At this moment, he was also deceived by his brain. He pushes the witch's vision, which removes the duplication of their vision. It's just that he's prepared. As an experienced warrior, he can quickly restore the original vision in his mind, and with a sensitive nose and ears, it is not difficult to find his prey.

The wildfire swung its knife at Teng Yunshen.

The witch gripped a long-handled scythe and blocked it for her companion beside her. "Shadow!" she shouted. The witch believed that her companion knew what kind of help she needed.

The young wizard squinted his eyes and reached for the shadow at the girl's feet. At the same time, he felt the emotions burning in the girl's body, intense, distinct, strange and yet familiar. He soon realizes that the girl is feeling guilty for dragging him into danger on the spur of the moment.

Teng Yunshen extracted this emotion.

Guilt raged in his heart, evoking his dark side. Once, innocent people were blown to pieces before his eyes, and he carried his life in vain, a weight heavier than a butcher's knife at hand, pressing him into the depths of the earth.

However, at least, he had time to save the witch and himself from the hands of death. Everyone is responsible for their own sins, and the way he is responsible is by destroying them.

Teng Yunshen injected the feelings of guilt into the shadow of the witch, which came from both the witch and himself. After just two days, he has become a completely different person from his previously somewhat timid self. Teng Yunshen gave up weakness.

The Shadow of Guilt stood up behind the witch. Its form is full and full of brilliance with substance. However, Teng Yunshen touched it lightly, and it seemed to have become its original thin appearance again, like smoke and fog. Teng Yunshen put it on the witch's body.

The magic of the shadows eroded the magic of the white copper, and his movements were as sluggish as a rusty sewing machine. However, in the middle of the moment, he still completed the final action. He is a killer, and facing difficulties and overcoming them is only part of his instinct.

Moreover, the witch works well with him. Although it was Teng Yunshen who put on the clothes of the motionless witch, in terms of the result, it was more like the witch herself got into the clothes he hung on the crook of his arm, which was more rare than any obvious action.

Wildfire swept away the scythe. He was unimpressed by such a bluffing weapon - a woman should not use such a weapon - and perhaps a woman should not use a weapon at all. He thought nonchalantly, and then moved the edge of the butcher knife towards Teng Yunshen, who was waiting to be killed.

The witch blocked the knife with her own body. Whether Teng Yunshen's attempt was successful or not, she intended to do so, and Teng Yunshen dressed her in the shadow of guilt and saved her from pain. The blade of the blown hair came to an abrupt halt before it was about to cut through her delicate skin.

Guilt and the shadow of the witch have a strong effect.

Wildfire's eyes widened. He knew that Teng Yunshen had put on a phantom for the witch. However, he never imagined that this would be a shadow of guilt. Who would bring guilt to the point of life and death? This is a ridiculous farce.

An indestructible armor enveloped the witch's body.