Help, I've become a paper man

The shadows of the trees were swaying, the breeze was just right, and occasionally a sound was heard, but it soon returned to silence. After a few breaths, the sound of gunfire or the collision of weapons appeared again. After a while, the previous rhythm was repeated again. The intense sound sounded for a while, then stopped for a while, but the sound of fighting gradually became lighter, and the frequency of repetitions continued to decrease.

At this time, the sun was slanting and it was approaching dusk. Yan Changyue finished his work and tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the sounds, or simply in a daze. His left hand was resting on his knee, and his right hand was still fiddling with the communicator. His eyes fell on the building in front, and he did not retract them. His posture was still comfortable, but he looked a little bored.

In fact, Song Yi had been away for a short time, only half an hour, and the ongoing battle had come to an end. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have escaped danger this time. After experiencing different events, he was able to gain victory and accumulate experience, but... For Song Yi, this was a meaningless battle, and the greatest insight he could gain was of no reference value.

It's not that he looks down on his opponent, but because he was able to win mainly as a paying player against ordinary players. It must be said that this is also Yan Changyue's victory. His sponsor is rich enough and provided him with excellent and sufficient equipment. On the other hand, his opponent was reluctant to waste bullets when he couldn't lock on to the enemy. Even if he could identify the target, he would calculate to save consumption.

As expected, there was no space or anything like that. It wasn't necessarily because of poor logistics, but it was probably because they couldn't carry too much, so they subconsciously tried to control the meaningless waste.

Song Yi sighed, and he threw the dagger away, the blood dripping down the blade. For a moment, the description of "no bloodshed" appeared in his mind, but it was quickly forgotten. He could still vaguely recall that the word was not literal, but he could no longer remember what it was expressing.

The contents of his "previous life" gradually faded away from him, and it became increasingly difficult to recall the past.

Song Yi shook his head, threw the dagger back to Infinite Firepower, withdrew his thoughts, turned around and walked back.

Half a minute later, his figure appeared in Yan Changyue's sight. At the same time, Song Yi also saw Yan Changyue. He subconsciously quickened his pace and ran a few steps towards Yan Changyue. When he saw the other's expression, he slowed down slightly, and more questions emerged.

To be fair, Song Yi was not slow in action. He had little confidence at first. After all, there must be a deviation between imagination and reality. Whether it was the urban soldier king or tearing the Japanese apart with bare hands, asking humans to imitate it was all a fantasy and not very useful. One person wanting to deal with several people in different positions was more like a dream. But practice once again told Song Yi that he was no longer a human being, and now he was using the body of Stardust like Superman!

Yan Changyue has always been an image of a "good parent", who is aggressive towards men to the outside world, but considerate to her family members, and she strikes the right balance. It's rare for her to show this attitude, and Song Yi was confused for a moment, but couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.

After all, the distance is limited. No matter how fast he walked, three minutes later, Song Yi returned to Yan Changyue.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he burst into laughter uncontrollably. With a smile in his voice, he said, "Well, I told you, leave it to me. It's easy!"

Song Yi's tone was brisk. If he had transformed into a beast now, his tail would probably be shaking. This thought also emerged in Yan Changyue's mind, so that Yan Changyue also laughed and replied: "You have learned how to transform into a beast."

He exclaimed, "Ah!" and asked, "How did you find out?"

Just after he finished speaking, Song Yi reacted and explained, "Oh, I was fighting just now and I started to become hairy, but it shouldn't be obvious with the clothes covering it. Last time in the dungeon, even my feet changed. This time, not only just now, I didn't use my full strength in the amusement park before."

As Song Yi spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands, then unconsciously lowered his head and leaned his upper body towards Yan Changyue. Yan Changyue also slightly raised her head and looked at him, the smile on her lips becoming increasingly gentle.

During the eye contact, Song Yi was slow to realize that the atmosphere was wrong. The temperature began to rise from his cheeks and quickly occupied his ears. He was about to step back, but Yan Changyue took the first step and held his hands in front of him. Not only her expression, but even the eyes she looked at her were too gentle.

Song Yi heard the heartbeat again, but this time he was a little confused and couldn't tell whether the strong beating came from him or Yan Changyue.

The golden sunlight fell on them, like melting syrup, evenly spread and smeared on the world. The subtle sweetness spread on the soul, and then was shattered by the gunshots.

A new rain of bullets came, and Song Yi turned around reflexively. The metal reflected the afterglow of the sun, and for a moment it was actually shining brightly, pouring towards the two of them like a meteor shower. When he just took out the portable shield, the bullets were frozen in the air, and this human-made "rain" was forced to stop.

Song Yi turned his head slightly, wanting to confirm his guess and ask for the sponsor's opinion at the same time, but the moment he looked over, the action he was about to continue stopped in place, because Yan Changyue's expression was no longer smiling, and she looked even more indifferent when she had no expression, and the color of her eyes was lighter, far from before.

At that moment, Song Yi was thinking, "Oh no, I've been fooled. I was ambushed for so long." At the same time, he felt warmth coming from behind and a huge impact pushed him forward. It was also at that moment that he saw himself in Yan Changyue's eyes. In the white color that was almost like the snow field, a bright red bloomed, but only for a moment before it quickly turned black.

The pain came half a beat later, and Song Yi's brain went blank. Yan Changyue's lips and teeth moved, as if she was saying something, but no sound seemed to come out. She just opened her mouth slightly, and Song Yi had no way of knowing. When he completely lost consciousness, there was still a clear laugh in his ears, with an annoying tone, and it did not let him go until the last moment.

It was also at this time that a roar was heard, and the suspended bullets hit the ground with clear anger, causing the surroundings to begin to shake. No attacks came again, but laughter rang out from all around, the buildings began to collapse, and the people who were hiding rushed out, laughing and also laughing, like a carnival after fireworks, the degree of madness was no less than the scene of an amusement park game.

There was only one person who did not smile. He was Boss Yan, who always had a smile on his face. Now he stood there, not looking at the crowd rushing towards him. His gaze was still fixed in mid-air, at the place where Song Yi had just stood. After death, the stardust body would not remain in the world, but would dissipate as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

Yan Changyue watched the ashes slowly dissipate, and said in a calm voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't formally introduce you before. This is my... cat."