Like most people, Teng Yunshen had a dream of ending up in a rapid fall. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info as far as his own feelings are concerned, it may not be a nightmare. He didn't remember standing on the rooftop, he didn't remember lying in the basement, he couldn't remember any details. All he remembered was the process of falling. Psychologists would make a long list of his vulnerabilities, but, truth be told, falling dreams really don't affect him. He didn't even have time to feel scared before the dream came to an abrupt end.

Now, the Fallen Dream has found him again. It has nothing to do with fear, it's just ...... Weird. Therefore, it was not until two seconds of nonchalant attention that Teng Yunshen realized that he was being corrupted by the magic of others.

The wizard stepped on his shadow. Before he knew it, mottled rust had crept up on his feet, making it difficult for him to walk.

"Our approach is both unsafe and rude," the wizard responded to the accusations of the cheap souvenir vendor, "but, classmate, you have overlooked a premise that is not inconsequential. You are the ones who suddenly broke into the 'minefield'. Before the mother and child plant fell, you came. What should we do? Throw the stick away right away? No, we all know that that is not practical. ”

The well-spoken cheap souvenir vendor put away his clever tongue. He will eventually find an entry point for rebuttal. However, he needed a moment to buffer the shock. Teng Yunshen frightened him. He knew the Lightning Mage. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Teng Yunshen knocked down the lightning strike mage with lightning speed. He is a wizard, an undeniably ruthless character. But he couldn't do anything but watch it happen. Everything happened so fast.

But he still has at least a chance to stop the second conflict that is about to begin.

The wizard reached out into the empty air. Then, slowly, he gripped a wand in a strange shape.

"And your new classmates are doing far more than is necessary. He continued, "Therefore, I think I should inflict a small punishment on him. This is our obligation as brothers. ”

The cheap souvenir vendor rolled his sly eyes. "It's not a good idea. "You'd better care about your friends first." ”

The wizard disagreed: "If my friend needs to be taken care of, if his injuries are serious enough to be that serious, I'm afraid I'll do more than just 'minor punishment'." ”

The fall in the dream is an extremely short process, and at this moment, Teng Yunshen is experiencing a long memory. The dream of falling came and went without a trace, and it never left a deep trace. However, Teng Yunshen's experience of the almost never-ending whereabouts is completely different.

The subtle fear slowly amplifies as the delay deepens.

Teng Yun deeply touched the essence of the dream of falling, uneasiness, perhaps from loneliness, perhaps from being at a loss. They are no longer implicit cues given by psychiatrists. They are no longer harmful and stealthy background programs. They looked at Teng Yunshen, drawing nourishment from his spiritual world and thriving. They lie dormant behind the scenes, waiting for their moment. Then, they jump out of the corner and cover the entire interface. They told him plainly that a mistake had happened.

It didn't matter whether they chose them suddenly or suddenly, all he had to know was that sometimes, there was no difference between suddenness and necessity, nothing more.

The dream of falling is like a big net, carrying Teng Yunshen's gradually falling shell. Ascending and falling are two opposite processes, but the shadow puppet mage combines them into one. The downward trend was like a rising bubble, engulfing Teng Yunshen unscrupulously.

He threw behind the energy of steel.

There are countless choices in people's lives. At some point, we are faced with a good option and a bad option. At some point, we are faced with a bad option and a worse option. However, this is not the worst. Worst of all, when we're struggling with multiple-choice questions, good and bad are often not as easy to distinguish as black and white.

Teng Yunshen got rid of the erosion of shadows.

He knew that the choice he had made was only based on ignorant instinct. He lacked patience. After three minutes of contact with him, a person who is good at reading words and emotions may classify him as having passive personality disorder. It's just that while he is lightly sorting out the goods, in fact, he is enduring ascetic self-suppression. He longs to break the bondage.

Teng Yunshen dragged the surging wind into his rusty body.

He was familiar with, relatively speaking, the tricks of shadow puppets. However, using the magic of the Shadow Kingdom to take on another shadow puppet mage is never a wise move. After all, the shadow puppet mage may have been practicing for years, and only a few days ago, he knew nothing about the wizards' movements.

The blank color dissolved Teng Yunshen's figure. He seems to have made the right choice. The shadow of the fangs and claws cannot keep up with the wind. They died down and fell silent, spilling like char on the ground. The wind pushed Teng Yunshen and pushed him into the sea like a sailboat......

The shadow puppet mage picked up the shadow at his feet.

"Stop!"

The cheap souvenir vendor shouted loudly, but as soon as his voice came out, he was torn to shreds by the hurricane.

The shadow puppet mage puts on the shadow. He moved too fast—like a breath, like a heartbeat—even faster than that, like a bolt of lightning.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand and touched the muddy phantom.

He tries to disrupt the opponent's movements. However, the shadow puppet mage grabbed him in turn and knocked him to the ground hard.

The shadow was like a tentacle with vitality, firmly binding Teng Yunshen. He fell into a cramped world, and he was no longer an unrestrained rider of the wind.

The cheap souvenir vendor shouted again: "Stop!"

This time, his voice finally reached Teng Yunshen's ears, but the latter had already entered the battle state. Teng Yunshen is different from a killer in the traditional sense, he does not kill for money, and he has not yet learned to kill calmly. But he is indeed a professional killer, and even when the situation is not good, he is still full of fighting spirit.

Teng Yunshen once again dragged the wind into his cage-trapped body.

"You don't understand—"

Cheap souvenir vendors raise fairy hands covered in purple fruits.

Teng Yunshen's body is becoming ...... Sparse. Shadows rolled down from him like paint. Another gust of wind blew, turning it invisible.