The voices of the insomniacs, gradually amplified under the gaze of the moon, form a nocturne of transposition. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Reshaping his shadow made Teng Yunshen become impetuous, and this was only the initial effect, and soon, his immunity would drop to a precarious level, and the ensuing illness would seriously damage his health.

Removing the shadow that is inseparable from the ontology and giving it an image that transcends reason naturally comes at a price. It's just that at the cost of a short period of weakness, it is not worth the loss to solve a shadow puppet mage who is unguardable, but on the contrary, it is very cost-effective.

The Iron Mage flew into the depths of the trees.

The shadow puppet mage glued his moved head to his torso through his silky tentacles. The excellent stickiness of the shadow magic allowed him to survive. But that was just a few seconds back in time for his death.

Teng Yunshen picked up the shadow puppet mage's head. The fear of death crept up his itchy skin like a rough brush.

The Iron Mage came to a steady pause.

Every wizard has a balance skill that rivals that of an acrobat, even if he looks like a clunky, comic-strip-style old-fashioned robot.

Teng Yunshen extracted the fear that dominated the shadow puppet mage.

The Iron Mage regrouped and attacked him. The former is indestructible and invincible, and it's not an enemy you'll want to face head-on.

It's a pity that Teng Yunshen took advantage of the time difference to create a one-on-one favorable situation. The Iron Mage was isolated, giving him more opportunities to push the chariot off a cliff.

The Iron Mage miscalculated. He also thought that the shadow puppet mage would be able to keep his enemies at bay for him, but that was not realistic—all his accomplices could do was keep their eyes open and see the abomination of death.

The shadow stretched out its greedy tentacles and grabbed the fear Teng Yunshen had unleashed, and it swelled like an inflated raft, engulfing the unsuspecting steel mage.

Then, Teng Yunshen threw the shadow puppet mage's head not far behind the steel mage.

For wizards, death itself is a powerful magic. Teng Yunshen is not a full-time necromancer, but he once held a necromancer created by a great wizard, and he has a sense of touch, so he is as proficient as a necromancer in the art of dancing with death.

The shadow of fear that had swelled to the limit suddenly burst. Colorful poisonous substances enveloped the steel mage's shiny body, adding a few twists and turns to him. He is no longer indestructible. The magic born of fear weakened him.

Teng Yun deeply felt the energy of the other world. He touched the energy.

The shadow puppeteer's head flew up like a stopper escaping the mouth of a bottle, and let out a frothy scream.

......

"Who the hell are you?"

Qiao Siming thrust his exhausted body into the position prepared for him. It was a prime location, a golden hour, and the crowds gathered here were well-dressed members of high society, so-called dignitaries, which made him look out of place - he looked like he hadn't shaved in a while.

The old man sitting across from him showed a confused expression: "Mr. Qiao?"

"You have too many secrets. Qiao Siming angrily picked up the empty cup, "You actually put the monitor into the Black Sword Society's chamber?" You're too powerful. ”

His employer breathed a sigh of relief: "Serendipity. Mr. Joe. You have to admit that countless accidents dictate our lives. ”

"The more I think about it, the more I feel that the whole thing is a huge collection of lies. Qiao Siming put down the cup and picked up the tissue, "You have such abundant resources, but you have entrusted me with a heavy responsibility...... People like us? Another unlucky guy is just that. He is a material that can be made. And I'm not. I'm just a mortal. You can kill me in the blink of an eye. Even if you don't want to risk your life, you can recruit a whole bunch of battle mages for a small amount of money that is insignificant to you. I understand the market. ”

His employer looked uneasily at the glittering night scene outside the window. "With every task we have given you, I believe you have figured out the cause and effect. "You should be well aware, Mr. Joe, that we are not ambitious conspirators. ”

Qiao Siming slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead. His anger seemed to dissipate slightly.

"Of course I did the research. "That's not the problem," he muttered, "otherwise," he gestured with a shot, "some people would have to take care of their heads." ”

His employer poured him a glass of wine in horror.

The old man stammered, "Mr. Qiao, you don't have to—"

Qiao Siming put up his finger to stop the other party from continuing the unconstructive topic: "Forget it." It's a long time coming. For now, let's talk about the more important things first. My new colleague. Do you have news of him?"

"That's right. The stereotypical expression returned to the old man's face, "Mr. Teng appeared. He seems to be in good shape, however, his situation is extremely dangerous. We think he needs your help, so we're getting you here. ”

Qiao Siming frowned: "What does this mean?"

"It seems that he intends to stop the Black Sword Society's army alone. ”

Qiao Siming drank the bitter wine in the cup in one gulp. "I want a raise and a vacation, I want both," he said viciously, "or I won't talk about it." ”

......

Teng Yunshen quickly retreated, avoiding the aftermath of the explosion at the last moment.

The Iron Mage wasn't so lucky. His alloy shell had been eroded by the magic of shadows, and had become rusty. The violent explosion easily rolled up him, who was half a beat slower.

In the past, when he still possessed indestructible attributes, the shadow mage's remaining life energy was obviously not enough to inflict fatal damage on him. However, at this moment, due to the effect of the phantom's magic, several weaknesses have appeared on his invulnerable body.

Teng Yunshen didn't need to deliberately attack these weaknesses. A violent explosion ripped open the Iron Mage's spine along the multicolored lines. He lost his mobility. Teng Yunshen rushed back again. He rushed up to the Iron Mage, slashing at the other's head.

Once again, he achieved a stage victory. But his situation is becoming more and more dangerous. More and more voices drifted in his direction. He knows where the enemy is moving, and the enemy knows what he is doing.

The moonlight silently looked down on the forest that was about to be covered in bruises.