"Do not act rashly, unless you intend to repeat the mistakes of the past. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Teng Yunshen warned, "Have you seen her fate?"

"It's actually the Water Mirror Mage......"

A witch pulls out two knives from her sleeve. She didn't want to sit still. Teng Yunshen fell backwards. He lay on top of his own reflection. The mirror world grabbed him again. The witch pounced. The sharp knife light slashed Teng Yunshen's cheek and made a cold splash. He rolled over and ducked behind the mirror.

"Be careful! You're no match for him!"

The witch turned a deaf ear to her companion's advice. The luster of steel flowed through her veins, giving her an indestructible armor. She has little to fear.

Teng Yunshen smashed the mirror.

The water mirror reflects the voices of thousands of people. It's like scattered raindrops, adding ripples to the gentle lake waves. Teng Yunshen clenched the fleeting tremor and threw it out of the narrow mirror.

A storm ran through the Iron Mage's mind.

Teng Yunshen leapt out from under the shattered mirror, and grabbed her neck, which had become soft again, before everyone could react.

The leader of the witches screamed, "Stop!"

Teng Yunshen gently shook aside the dazed steel mage.

"I'm sorry. We've had this happen before, where the Water Mirror Mage tries to control a force that he can't control. Someone died as a result. The leader of the witches explained tremblingly, "So, we're scared. We fear that the same thing will happen again. ”

Teng Yunshen shook his head. He grabbed the shadow at his feet and dived into the darkness of time. He had no interest in tangling with a group of reckless witches.

Silence chattered in his ears like an annoying mosquito. He tried to throw away the noise, but in vain. The unity of Vientiane gave him the magic of the water potential mage and the magic of the mirror mage at the same time, and the two magic powers were combined into the magic of the water mirror mage, making waves in his body, echoing the voices of the people.

Teng Yun felt the fear that was raging like a plague of locusts. The school was still unfamiliar to him, but he could easily discern where the fears were directed.

Wizards of higher rank gathered in the square one after another. Their brows were furrowed, and they looked preoccupied. It's just that Teng Yunshen can see that they are not necessarily calmer than himself. Like most people, panicked novices, they had never been in contact with demons. They have not even participated in truly deadly battles. The age of peace has made them weak.

Teng Yunshen looked at the dark door.

When he had passed through that gate before, he had been accompanied by three men. Now that Bei Guangsha is missing, Su Ruiwen may face severe punishment, and if the demon spirit breaks into the campus, even the only person who keeps in touch with him will be in danger.

The Dark Gate remained silent. Of course, it's just a combination of a stone and a curtain, and one shouldn't expect it to react. However, the atmosphere at this moment is so tense that its indifference seems very untimely. It doesn't just seem to stand for a long time, it also weighs heavily on people's hearts, leaving them breathless.

Teng Yunshen retracted his gaze.

Most of the time, wise men will tell you that to overcome fear, you have to face it bravely. In reality, however, bravery is not too closely related to wisdom. Sometimes, battling fear is just torturing yourself and weakening yourself, and it's not necessarily a wise thing to do.

Teng Yunshen touched the mirror in the water again. The wizards were so worried about the situation behind the door that no one noticed his anomaly. Teng Yunshen quickly found their panicked expressions in the mirror. He also found himself among them. Teng Yunshen gently shook the mirror. He felt the ebb and flow of the tide, but also the fragile, fleeting, illusory calm. One person's mood is like a small lake, and everyone's mood is like an endless sea. He scooped the wind and waves out of the lake and poured them into the sea. In an instant, the lake was calm. The ripples he cast were insignificant to the sea, and they disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Another group of wounded people was brought in. The medical wizards swarmed up against the clock to take their lives from the Grim Reaper.

They must have encountered a demon spirit that had not yet completely broken free from the shackles before they were able to survive. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Teng Yunshen to imagine how they escaped when they were on the verge of death.

"Lie down!" someone shouted. A vague but creepy thought rushed in all directions with lightning speed.

Teng Yunshen hurriedly swallowed a large breath of air.

Then, before his lungs could begin to wriggle, the storm from the end of the world tore through the entire world he could feel.

Teng Yunshen lost consciousness.

......

After a long time, someone turned on the lamp. The warm light trickled like a trickle from the shower, diluting the darkness that enveloped the room.

Teng Yunshen slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have a long, bizarre dream. And at this moment, he finally got rid of the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow and returned to the life he was familiar with.

There is no real magic in this world.

He's still an inconspicuous store clerk with the usual worries. War is just pure alarmism. He didn't know where he was going, but, no matter what, it had nothing to do with swords. People would never associate him with a terrible killer.

Teng Yunshen turned over on the bed where people could sleep for a long time.

However, he eventually became a killer who killed people without calculation. The will to destroy the enemy was deeply engraved in his soul. Brief weakness did not lead him to complete disorientation. He rejected the last kindness of death, and he gave up eternal peace. He was determined to keep fighting.

Teng Yunshen stared at his mutilated palm. Fading memories dissolve into nothingness, fading into the ashes that fly in the sky. The vast paleness covered the sloping sky and the earth, but the new green was spreading in his bright red palm prints, revealing a striking vitality.

The tattoo given by Mai Ke still protects him

Teng Yunshen originally thought that he had lost this precious gift, but now that he had regained it, it was really unexpected for him. But he didn't have time to dwell on why. The Demon Legion is on the lookout. Teng Yun held his breath deeply, and then put his hand under the crack in the ground.