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It was dark, and he left at dawn, and just a few minutes later, it was dusk...... Is this due to the fact that the two worlds do not have the same rate of time? If he misses it, he misses not just the day, but the vicissitudes of life.

The landscape in front of you is very different from before. The endless barren grass disappeared beneath the pavement, and a horrible tree took its place. The pale tall trees and the dark dwarf trees form a staggered fence in a strange harmony, and the biting cold wind and thorny branches complement each other, casting whispering silhouettes in the dying afterglow.

After entering another world, Teng Yunshen can often perceive the interaction of time between the two flow rates, and the feeling is difficult to describe, as if the echo and the echo collide together. This perception is insignificant, but it exists. If he feels the need, he can remember more and more details......

He couldn't find any trace of the rapid passage of time.

He seemed to have opened the magic door hidden behind the closet. Isn't it all written in fairy tales: a door appears where it shouldn't be, open it and you can lead to a new adventure.

However, Teng Yunshen did not intend to embark on an unprepared adventure at all, or rather, he had had enough.

He tried to leave the First World and return to the Baseline World. The First World is deserted and untraceable, while the Benchmark World is always traceable, and humanity has left footprints all over the world...... Of course, he failed. He wasn't surprised at all. "Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular. "It's a wise saying.

Teng Yunshen lifted the jar and thought about it, but in the end he didn't break it to pieces.

It's okay to kick away a dropped bottle when you're angry, but destroying something useful is just a futile way to increase the damage.

Teng Yunshen entered the second world, and this time it went smoothly, so he entered the third world, and immediately retreated, skimmed the second world, and returned to the first world - it turned out that this was the first world - which was quite gratifying.

The word "gratified" hit him on the cheek like a loud slap in the face, cold hands, hot pain.

The plan went wrong again and again, and misfortune clinged to him like annoying catkins, so much so that even being lost in the First World became a matter of good fortune.

Teng Yunshen sighed and lowered his head. The sudden solitude made him a little hysterical and uncontrollable, and he seemed to be the child who had achieved nothing in the past. Not only after encountering the superform, but even before the encounter, he was the most inconspicuous of his peers. His mediocrity is almost as effective as stealth magic, and he hides it tightly from head to toe in the coat of the "Mediocre" brand.

Now is not the time to give up on ourselves. Teng Yun frowned deeply and took his frustration out of his heart...... He hadn't learned anything about it, but he immediately realized that it wasn't a good idea.

Most of the emotions he stuffed into the shadows were released spontaneously, and he nudged them lightly. And completely removing emotions is another case. It was just a cover-up, a placebo, a clumsy psychological suggestion, and he couldn't just cheer himself up. The frustration was still there, still working, while he became sluggish and unable to feel the subtle differences in his emotions.

But there's nothing bad about it, he's alone, and there's no need to look at his face.

Teng Yunshen threw his frustration at a pitch-black and dwarf goblin. The wind walked softly, the leaves rustled, but his emotions were not answered, silently.

He got into action. He returned to the stone gate first, and everything was as before. He was silent for a moment, then left again. The woods were still waiting for him in place.

Teng Yun hid the jar deep and walked towards the direction where the trees were more sparse.

The sun was moving fast, as if in a hurry to get home from the cold. Teng Yunshen quickened his pace. A long, long time ago, he was no longer afraid of the night. However, now that he has become a wizard, he is more cautious.

He sensed the strange life energy of the elves. They were watching him, they were testing it. The haunting eyes crawl up and down in the shadows of the trees, perhaps under the trees, or behind them, or on them, in short, where they are very close to you and you cannot find them.

Teng Yunshen walked into the aftermath of dusk. The sun shivered in the cold sky, and Teng Yunshen paused for a moment, watching it impatiently hide below the horizon.

The tree is blooming. It was beam after beam of light, sporadic and sporadic in the dreary jungle.

Teng Yun looked at all this in amazement. The emotions gradually returned to him, like a steaming cup of elixir on a cold day, cheering out with a lovely bubble that made him ...... It's fleshed out.

He quietly poked out some thoughts, touching the elf's emotions.

This is more dangerous than looking through the aura, where emotions are the most volatile part, but they are also more acute. Wizards like to use emotion to squeeze their opponents' mana, and such attacks are often effective......

Teng Yunshen retracted his consciousness. A wave of dizziness flickered in his aura. The world hits the wall back and forth in the violently shaking glass, like ice cubes in the hot summer, making a crisp and clear sound.

He shuddered. He touched the emotions of the elves, whose inner world was so strange, that they were alive and yet very different from the way humans think. His consciousness walked in the mottled years, like someone with a toothbrush for five dollars to massage his cerebral sulcus.

They showed him a direction. They are neither benevolent nor malicious. They simply pass on the information to the reckless uninvited guest with lazy curiosity.

Teng Yunshen stood in place, slowly soothing the tension caused by the impact of his mind.

He recalled the Battle of the Bazaar, where the rival necromancer tried to capture his thoughts in an extremely complex environment. He killed the necromancer, but he was still dumbfounded. There are some things that you don't know how difficult it is to do without putting them into practice, and the so-called easier said than done refers to such a situation.

Teng Yun looked deeply at the path that appeared and disappeared under the moonlight.

The bushes were guiding him. It wasn't necessarily the way home, and the elves had no idea where he was going. That direction means change, though.

He captures the confusion of the elves—perhaps, not confusion, but their nature—but they all point him in a clear direction.

Teng Yunshen picked up the shadow. The moonlight was hazy, but he had an eye for shadows, and shadows appeared under his gaze. He ducked into the shadows.

The evening wind gently caressed the shadows, and he heard the voices of the people.