Help, I've become a paper man

This "walk" was very fast, the dark horse was running very fast, and it was obvious that it was enjoying itself very much, and perhaps there was a bit of "revenge" in it. If Song Yi was a bottle of soda, it would be shaken evenly enough, the kind that the bottle cap would be knocked off.

When the black horse slowed down and made a gesture to stop, Song Yi rarely showed a weak gesture, lying on Yan Changyue's back and asked: "What if... I vomit on you..."

The tone was weak and pathetic.

Yan Changyue replied: "Hold it in."

His tone was still gentle, and the hanging whip was shaking gently. Song Yi had just seen the big guy take action, and he no longer believed in this kind of "gentleness". He slowly let go of Yan Changyue, sat up straight on the horse's back, and during the next sprint, his head swayed along with the horse's tail, and a cry came out of his mouth.

"Boss, spare your life!"

He did not mean much insincerely, and his words were just playful. Unexpectedly, he succeeded in "winning favor". Yan Changyue's rolled-up whip fell on the horse's head, hitting it lightly. The black horse's cheerful steps were restrained instantly, as if it was ready for a performance, and it calmed down, changing from a run to small steps.

Song Yi didn't realize why the horse became obedient. He still lay on Yan Changyue's back, shaking them left and right, trying to make Yan Changyue experience "horse dizziness" as well.

The shadows of the trees were also swaying. The surroundings were still noisy, mostly with human voices. Cheers and laughter lit up torches, suppressing the moonlight. The swaying of light and shadow became more chaotic and more violent.

In the changes of light and dark, the color of Yan Changyue's blue eyes appeared lighter. He ignored Song Yi and silently hung the whip around his waist and took off the longbow. Just one action was more effective than words. Song Yi immediately let go and sat down obediently.

Yan Changyue sighed with amusement, turned around and asked, "Are you interested in learning archery?"

Before Song Yi could answer, he said, "By the way, its name is Black Charcoal, and it is a contribution pet of the Federation. If you want, you can spend some time with it. I will be busy in the future, so you can take it out to play when you are bored."

This sentence silenced Song Yi, the "lively" boy. First of all, this horse really looked like a "reward for krypton bars". Secondly, the history and the country were different after the fictional world. He could actually meet a kind-hearted black-haired beauty, who was also protected by his ancestors. Finally... It really felt like a domineering financial sponsor and a young and delicate wife. This was the world of shonen comics. Did he get the script for a fighting game? !

In silence, he complained quietly, which did not affect his reaching out at all. He took the longbow handed over by Yan Changyue, held it in his hand, and swung it like a sword. Without waiting for his next step, continuing to perform the gesture of "a villain succeeding", Yan Changyue's hand reached out again, grabbed his forearm, and stopped the subsequent action.

Then, Yan Changyue changed the position of her hand, held Song Yi's wrist, guided his movements, and moved the bow that she had just handed over back in front of herself.

The fire around became brighter, and the vague shouting could gradually be heard. People were shouting "Victor". In this situation, someone brought a percussion instrument over, and the clear rhythm of "dong dong" sound echoed around. Heitan's pace did not change, and he walked slowly in the woods.

Yan Changyue placed her hands on Song Yi's hands, almost through his hands, leading him to slowly pull the bowstring. The distance between them was inevitably shortened. His chest was almost pressed against Yan Changyue's back, his breath fell on her skin, and it seemed that some water vapor could be seen attached to her skin.

The sound of the heartbeat also blended into the percussion music, and the heart hit the chest powerfully. For two seconds, Song Yi even lost his mind and thought, "Oh no, this is too girly. Will the boss return the teasing just now and let me stop giving it too?!"

The next moment, his thoughts returned, his fingertips left the bowstring, but his right hand held the bow and arrow tightly, his eyes fixed on the flying arrow, and he crossed out the label of "kindness" in his mind. The excellent eyesight of this body allowed him to anticipate the result in advance. When he heard the scream again, he heard Yan Changyue's chuckle, which took on a different flavor against the backdrop of the crazy hunting ground tonight.

This guy with the shell of a nice guy is deliberately targeting humans.

Cold sweat broke out instantly, and Song Yi could feel that the cloth on his back was wet. In his sight, the clump of grass was swaying, as if a wounded person was crawling, and wailing sounds could be heard intermittently.

He clearly realized that this was not his peaceful era, and Yan Changyue was not a kind person...

Yan Changyue let go of his hand, and her gentle voice came again, but her words were full of indifference.

"Still alive, keep going," he said.

The corners of Song Yi's lips moved slightly, and he smiled with difficulty, but he couldn't make a joke. His brain went blank for a moment. He slowly raised his left hand, curled his fingers in the air, and his fingertips rubbed the bowstring. After delaying for half a minute, he still couldn't pull the bowstring.

The head in front of him shook slightly, and Yan Changyue seemed to be about to turn around, but before they made eye contact, the pair of blue eyes first appeared in Song Yi's mind. The muscles in his arms subconsciously tensed, and his sense of crisis reached its peak. His body's instinct was clamoring to "run", but the person in front of him stopped and ultimately did not turn around.

The sense of crisis has not disappeared.

Yan Changyue's voice came, asking: "Don't you like it? Then let's go somewhere else to play?"

The tone was still gentle, as if asking, yet with a certain temptation. The fleeting edge seemed to be hidden under the water, leaving only residual traces.

When faced with difficulties, escape will also become an option, Song Yi immediately replied: "Okay."

The ominous premonition became stronger. Before Song Yi could change his words, his whole body fell backwards. It was not the feeling of being thrown away as before, but more like being pulled down by an invisible hand. He fell to the ground, and his vision was blurry for two seconds. He could vaguely see Heitan stopped and did not move forward. Yan Changyue on the horse looked back at him. His handsome face looked cold without a smile.

His surroundings began to become mottled, the original colors were smeared with black and white, the light and shadow became harsh, and a distorted laugh sounded in his ears.

Song Yi fell into the inner world again. As the world changed, his body was unable to move and only one sentence remained in his mind.

"Oh, the villains are harming me! They are alienating me from my adoptive father!"

Correspondingly, at the place where he disappeared, Yan Changyue turned over and dismounted, her posture still calm, not at all frightened by the few people behind her. She took two steps forward and stopped at the intersection of the two worlds. In the exaggerated laughter, she slowly raised her lips and put on her usual smile, with no emotion in her voice.

He said, "Shut up."

The color in those eyes was lighter.

The grass shook again, and the man who crawled out stood up straight. He grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand, and with a light twist, he pulled his arm down and threw it aside. As he walked towards Yan Changyue, his lips moved but couldn't open. In his silent "confession", the arm that fell on the ground moved and rolled to Yan Changyue's feet. The tip of his claws scratched on the ground, leaving a sentence.

——Your little pet doesn't believe you.