Even though the smell of blood covered his eyes like a pair of big hands, the evil wizard could still find Teng Yunshen. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With every step, the magic of blood was eroding the shapeshifting mage's sensitive senses, but the wonderful intuition honed in the repeated battles still brought him to Teng Yunshen before he was completely disoriented.

He knew that his situation was very bad, however, he wanted to kill Teng Yunshen at any cost, and the thought of dying with him was almost as strong as the will to survive.

Teng Yunshen also has an instinct to kill. He lifted his heavy eyelids and stared blankly at the evil wizard who had been unrecognizable beneath the lightning strike. Teng Yunshen couldn't wait for the second lightning strike. He had to be on his own, just as he was before the first lightning strike.

The Lightning Strike Mage raised a dull electric rod. He was so tired that even something like standing on his feet could exhaust what little strength he had left. However, he still wanted to help Teng Yunshen. He struggled to puff out his chest, breathing in blood-stained suffocation. He has not yet despaired.

Frustration didn't crush Teng Yunshen. He slowly activated his heart, as if he was massaging his aching shoulders with his own weak breathing, indescribable. But the life of a wizard is so illogical.

The feeling of being soaked in the magic of blood was very strange, he was undoubtedly alive, but the new form of existence was no longer tied to the form. The blood flowed and his life was extended. The heartbeat seems to be insignificant.

However, he can't just lie in a pool of blood and fall asleep like a vampire guilty of social phobia. The threat of death is imminent.

He still has time. He was in his blood. However, the magic of blood didn't just make him drunk, it also made him less easily killed.

Teng Yunshen began to try to think like a sober person.

He could hear the heartbeat of the evil wizard, the heartbeat of the lightning mage, and the heartbeat of the shapeshifters beyond. He couldn't hear too much, the noise filled the whole world, but the sound of his heartbeat was different. To the Blood Mage, it was like a neon sign in the evening breeze, dazzling.

The evil wizard's heartbeat is incomplete. He once pierced Teng Yunshen's heart with a demonic sword light, and Teng Yunshen also returned such a wound to him. The Transfiguration Mage's self-healing ability was amazing, but Teng Yunshen's poisonous blood completely devoured his health. Even if a leg is chopped off, a shapeshifter can still be alive, however, a wizard's blood is as dangerous as a silver bullet.

His heart was still beating, pounding violently against his ribcage in a sound that would have sounded deafening to the Blood Mage.

However, Teng Yunshen also heard other voices. The wind lingers in the mutilated shell of the evil wizard, hula hula......

He remembered the shape of the wound, smooth and round, less like a wound from a blade and more like a red-hot coin sunk in a handful of snow powder. Such a wound could not kill the evil wizard for a while, and he only had one chance.

The sound of wild heartbeats was fast and slow, like turbulent water, shaking Teng Yunshen's consciousness around. He swirls in the whirlpool, not distinguishing between east and west.

The evil sorcerer trampled on his chest, and he couldn't sink into the shadows.

Teng Yun deeply remembered a metaphor, about the heartbeat, about time.

He had imagined that he would pack his bags and board a train to a distant place under the reluctant gaze of his parents. He will leave his homeland and embark on a journey of knowledge. He never liked to study, but those days were still longing.

However, he was not able to catch the train that arrived on time. He stayed on the platform, watching the train full of students disappear into the distant light. He was left alone in the empty darkness.

The evil wizard's heartbeat likewise misses the right moment.

Sometimes that's it, you feel like you have infinite time, you feel like you have time to make a change, you feel like things are going to go back to the way they were eventually, you feel like ...... Tomorrow comes by surprise. It destroys what you feel should be left as it is. You can only adapt to change and reluctantly part ways with some possibility of happiness.

The next heartbeat of the evil wizard hangs in the middle of a long void.

Teng Yunshen stared at the shadow extending from under his arm. He couldn't live without the magic of blood, which meant he couldn't use the skills of a shadow puppet mage to create phantoms. However, the drunkenness made him poetic, and inspiration exploded in the drunken brain, like a volcanic eruption. He remembered the ...... of the shadow Touch.

There was murder hidden in his shadow. If the shadow is magical, the shadow of the killer is murderous. And he knew that the shadow did hold incredible magic. The shadow of the killer is particularly different. The shadow of the angry man is also calm and silent. But killers are different, they tiptoe, lest they alarm the unexpected wind. Shadows rippled uncomfortably beneath their feet.

Teng Yunshen erected the shadow of killing, which came from the change of the mantra, but it ended up with the magic of outlining the phantom. Teng Yunshen gave the killer's temperament to the shadow. The mantra connects the imagery of the natural world, and the murderous spirit and the shadow are in it. It's just that the shadow that carries the murderous aura is about to cause supernatural effects.

The Shadow of Slaughter captures the terrified evil wizard. Teng Yunshen gently pushed the phantom, it exploded, there was no high temperature, no impact, what it released was...... Variation.

The fragile texture like ceramics wrapped around Teng Yunshen's body like a light-revealing paint. In a pool of blood, his dead branches and leaves lit his pain like fire.

The young wizard's mind jumped back to the moment the train entered the station. "Faster!" he thought, his inspiration speeding toward the unknowable future.

The sky was high and high, and the sound of clanging came from afar, but it was like a tide that swallowed the lonely reef, enveloping the whole world.

Teng Yunshen stood on the edge of the security line.

He also heard his own heartbeat, and it was just ...... The squirming, faintly audible, but in the approaching loud sound, it became clearer and clearer. His heartbeat sounded like the last struggle of a butterfly before it broke its chrysalis. He is alive, insignificant, but tenacious.

The cool breeze slapped Teng Yunshen's hot cheeks. He saw death again, and the monster opened its arms to him. Teng Yun was deeply aware that he was heading for death. The train was heading for his heartbeat.

Bang bang bang. Teng Yun looked deeply at the glittering behemoth. He wasn't going to miss the train again.