Teng Yun let go of his five fingers, letting the wand land lightly on his knee. He was a little scared www.biquge.info he remembered how his wand had turned into a fire-breathing dragon...... But this is something that Jiang Xiaoxiao delivered, and he would not leave it far away.

"It's not going to be a dream. Teng Yun thought deeply, his bones were still hurting, not as painful as before, but the pain was still clear and could not be ignored. Strangely enough, the muscles didn't feel anything, and the muscles clinged to the bones sluggishly, hard-squeezed as they should.

Now, Teng Yunshen is sitting in his position well, no different from the guests waiting for the train to enter the station. In the dark tides, he was left here, far away from the vicious enemy, and away from the gracious girl, far away from the girl in crisis. He had to find her.

Teng Yunshen quickly stood up, the soft chair was not conducive to accumulating the will necessary for action. The bones were still ringing, like the sound of chalk in the teacher's hand on the blackboard a long time ago. "Cheer up, kids!" he would say, elated, as if the children were not in a sleepy classroom, but were running out into the endless blue sea.

"I'm not particularly keen on swimming. Teng Yunshen couldn't help but think, but the yearning continued to come up with the memory, and the tide rose. It's also a summer afternoon, and it's much better to be in the arms of the sea than in the classroom.

Ocean...... Yes, gentle and welcoming sea...... He stared at the unremarkable glass window. The world behind the glass is full of active magic. The carriage is a dreary classroom, and the exhilarating sea is outside...... The wind blows the leaves, making them sound like waves.

Teng Yunshen walked to the other carriage, which was empty, safe for the time being, but not worth nostalgia. The beaded curtain shook slightly, flickering with a vague light, breaking the silent darkness and reminding him of the danger ahead.

He lifted the beaded curtain. The soundproofing magic had failed, and he knew there was nothing behind the curtain, and yet, the moment he touched the cold beads, he was still nervous. Something could come out of the corner at any moment and tear him to shreds. This isn't a horror movie......

When you smell blood, when you see horrible corpses, you know what the real horror is.

Teng Yunshen was lucky enough to kill the Iron Mage, but that also meant that he would be killed by someone else. It's not close to something mysterious like fate, he's wandering on the battlefield, it's as simple as that, it's not complicated at all.

The carriage was also empty. Teng Yunshen noticed the car door. He could open the car door, get out of the car, and run away, out of the First World, back to the mortals. Then, he wants to buy a bottle of wine and experience what it will be like to get drunk next...... He shook his head, shaken off the meaningless illusion.

This car is empty, what about the next one? Not every car will be empty, there will be no such good thing. And this is not a good thing, he has to find Jiang Xiaoxiao, and he has to find Professor Gray...... Although he felt that the old man would not be in danger, he was an unfathomable old wizard, and that time might not weaken his mana, but make it stronger.

Teng Yunshen clutched his wand tightly, he couldn't use it as skillfully as a girl, but it still reassured him a little. He walked past the empty seat.

The wizard threw Teng Yunshen into an empty corner. How did he get to this?

"Think about it calmly. Teng Yunshen warned himself that instead of moving forward aimlessly, it was better to be prepared. "That's right. A flash of inspiration flashed in his empty head......

Didn't the same thing happen before, the enemy mastered the spell for carriage service, and scattered the gathered wizards to other places.

Of course, Jiang Xiaoxiao, as a member of the association, also mastered the password, but she didn't dare to do so, and if she moved at will, she might fall into the predicament of being surrounded. As for the enemy, as long as Teng Yunshen, who is in some trouble, is driven to another place, anywhere, even if he is in some trouble, but after all, he is only a small role, insignificant.

Will Professor Gray help Jiang Xiaoxiao? Teng Yun sighed worriedly. He figured out the cause and effect, only to find that it didn't help at all. He still had to go through carriage after carriage without knowing anything.

He thought, "Let it go!" As long as he can find Jiang Xiaoxiao and Professor Gray...... But what if you get the direction wrong? There are only two directions, forward and backward, forward and backward, and if it's wrong, it's a complete mistake. Teng Yunshen stopped helplessly. The Great Journey is always so difficult.

He clenched his wand tightly, hoping to feel the breath of its owner. No one told him he could do it, but at least there was a plot like that in the TV series. He waited for a while, catching the vague traction, ahead. Of course, it could also be just an illusion of laziness...... Let the chips fall where they may.

Teng Yunshen silently recited the incantation and poetry, but he felt that it was not poetry, it was just grammar with unique meaning for wizards.

The wind struck the beaded curtain one by one, and then fell into soft feathers. It was one of the few magic that he had mastered. He hesitantly approached another beaded curtain, the feathers squirming wet under his feet, the foam squeezed and gently shattered.

The wind lifted the curtains, and more moonlight was put into the carriage. The butterflies flapped their wings at a loss and came to rest on a corner. The corner lay silently in the chair, close to the inside, unobtrusive. However, it attracts moonlight, making it discoverable by passers-by.

Teng Yunshen picked up the corner.

It was gray, as if it had some sand. He carefully wiped it, and the sand slipped off and reappeared a second later. There's magic everywhere...... He quickly gave up on futile attempts.

He flipped the corners, not too light, but not too heavy either, just right. What is it suitable for? Teng Yunshen thought that it might be a knife, although it was just a not-so-sharp goat horn or something, but, who knows? It might change to something else in the blink of an eye.

He lifted his crooked horns across his chest, imagining that he was holding a scimitar in his hand. Imagination is one of the ways to trigger magic, but sadly, Scimitar didn't respond to his call and didn't shine as brightly as he had hoped.

Someone is approaching. Teng Yunshen strengthened his hearing, and he could hear footsteps. The owner of the footsteps had a clear purpose and came in the direction where he was. The other lifted a curtain - not the one in front of him, and walked through the carriage unhurriedly, cautious and confident.