The bullet pierced Teng Yunshen's head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He seemed to be suddenly pushed into the twilight forest. The sun seemed to be absent, and the dark irregular shapes whispered in the wind. The ground stood up and opened its arms to him.

Light sleeps. Darkness forever.

The wizard fired another shot, hitting him in the shoulder. The pain roared in dizziness. He woke up and realized that he couldn't possibly survive a third shot.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his gloved right hand and pressed the enemy's cheek. The wizard may have been about his age, and his immature face was pale.

He reminisced about his childhood games. In the park, in front of the statue, there are rows of gifts, and he has a ring in his hand. His luck is not good, his skills are not good, and he often misses things. Occasionally, though, he had the feeling that he could hit the target, and he didn't even need much concentration, as long as he ...... Just throw the ferrule out.

Now, he held the wizard's face, but it was as if he were holding a ring, and it was just the right weight and size, and everything was ready. He threw out the ferrule. He pushed the sound that accompanied the dizziness buzzing out.

Half of the wizard's head was gone. Glowing blue ashes fluttered everywhere, like fireflies in a foreign land.

Teng Yunshen fell down and fell on the cold floor.

He couldn't hear the cold, not even his own breathing. Blood poured out of the hole in the center of the eyebrows, and it was silent. There was only one voice, like an electric fan that was so old that it could fall above his head at any moment, that was spinning desperately in his head.

This may mean damage from mana.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up. He couldn't sleep, this wasn't the place to sleep, and now wasn't the time to sleep. Once he sleeps, no matter which side of the person is, I'm afraid they will only be able to find his body.

Teng Yunshen stared at the wizard's only eye. He couldn't tell what was inside. People would describe it as calm, but Teng Yunshen didn't feel that the wizard was relieved. In the moment of death, pain becomes all. It was a deep pool, bottomless, engulfing all the light. Teng Yunshen shuddered.

He broke free from the call of death.

At one point, he felt like he had lost everything. However, that is not true. His parents, his friends, and...... Jiang Xiaoxiao is all by his side. They are the most important ones, and the memory of knowledge may not be so irreplaceable in comparison. He was frustrated, but kept going. And just last night, he ushered in a new life. Wizards, magic, that's something he still cherishes when he grows up.

His extraordinary journey has only just begun, and he won't fall here.

The magic of regeneration grows quietly. Teng Yunshen heard more voices, some people were running, some people were screaming...... The world is back to its original appearance.

The power of the bitter winter has waned.

Teng Yunshen quickly deduced the reason behind this. The terrain on the other side is more complicated, and the attackers may not be able to continue to drive the power of winter with impunity. The power of winter finds the heat source of the activity and seals it in an ice sculpture to create a lifelike work of art. The walls and floors bear traces of the raging cold, but they are not easy to detect. They only seem to cause damage to living creatures.

He hid the two Winter Pots in a drawer. The idea of using four Winter Pots at the same time was tempting, but he had to come to terms with reality. The attackers reduced the frequency of using the Pot of Winter to avoid accidental injury. And he believed that he should care more about the control of collateral casualties than the enemy. Besides, two Winter Pots were enough, and that was his limit.

Teng Yunshen slowly got up. No one noticed him. All around are ice sculptures in different postures, one after another, forming an excellent cover.

He stepped on the wizard's corpse, and the afterglow was still there. He realized he could do some experiments.

Teng Yunshen took a few steps back, then carefully took out a Winter Pot from his pocket. He lifted the lid of the pot. The sound of cold winter exploded in his ears, like a large swarm of hailstones falling down.

Teng Yunshen trembled with fear. However, he could feel the weakness of the power of winter. It is incomparably strong, aggressive, and constantly threatens him. But it had to give in to him. Whoever holds the pot of winter in his hand is the owner of the sound of winter.

He had the Sound of Winter freeze the wizard's corpse in an attempt to figure out a way to break the ice. He couldn't experiment with other ice sculptures, he was afraid he would mess things up. All he could use was corpses.

Humans are very different from animals and plants, and mortals are very different from sorcerers. It's not just the part that can be explained in science, it's more than you can imagine.

However, dead wizards vs. living wizards...... Teng Yunshen believes that the difference will not be too big. At the very least, dead mortals are indispensable fodder for the study of living mortals. Life fades, something changes, something doesn't change.

Teng Yunshen was disappointed. In the blink of an eye, the frost turned into flowing water and ran down the dead face of the wizard. The flow of water adds luster to the wizard's pupils. The dead wizard seemed to be blinking, and Teng Yunshen shuddered.

He withdrew his gaze from the corpse.

He had killed many people in just half a day, but this was the first time he had experienced such an indescribable feeling. Those who had died at his hands before were all evil and strong enemies, including those whom he once considered his companions...... However, the one in front of me is different, this is just a frightened child.

Teng Yunshen did not regret killing the wizard. In that case, it's either you dead or I'm alive. Even if the other party is a child, he will hurt the killer, and such thoughts make him even more uncomfortable.

If given a choice, Teng Yunshen might have left the wizard alive. Not every enemy has to be put to death. As long as they no longer pose a threat, Teng Yunshen doesn't mind showing a lenient side. He is not a saint and does not treat criminals with leniency, but he is not a murderer.

Killing people on the battlefield does not need the support of the law, because the law does not provide protection, however, Teng Yunshen is still willing to give the prisoner a chance to stand trial.

He couldn't even be sure which side of the wizard was, and the thought made him uneasy. He remembered that the wizard was being pursued by the Sound of Winter......

The power of winter roared like a beast behind a railing. Teng Yunshen had to maintain a certain level of concentration to be able to control it. He impatiently closed the lid of the pot, and his ears were immediately much clearer.

However, Teng Yunshen heard some noise in the last howl of the bitter cold...... He turned his head away in disbelief.

The dead wizard stood up.