Help, I've become a paper man

Obviously, firepower is the best solution to resolve quarrels, but unfortunately, Song Yi does not intend to do so.

He went straight to Sui Yuesheng. Even though he was very imposing, his vague madness was enough to alert everyone. The two people who were arguing with Baotu stopped when they heard the sound and looked at Song Yi together.

The difference lies in the expressions of the two people, which are clearly different when they confirm the visitor.

Sui Yuesheng was surprised, with a hint of joy in his expression, but the other party was alert, with murderous intent in mind.

Song Yi didn't care. He stopped in front of Sui Yuesheng, turned his wrist, and swung the sword away from the person in front of him. He used the sword flower shape to turn the sword tip around and then held the hilt in reverse.

At the same time, he raised his hand again and handed the sword to Sui Yuesheng.

This was what he wanted to do, and he specifically asked Huang Cheng about it, and then made a special trip here.

Sui Yuesheng was stunned, hesitantly raised his hand and took the sword. The surprise in his eyes could not be concealed, and even his voice rose a little.

"Lend it to me?" Sui Yuesheng asked.

This child has suffered a lot along the way, and even if he meets a kind person, it is only under valuable circumstances. This kind of straightforward kindness is obviously something we would not dare to think about under normal circumstances.

Song Yi sighed and said, "Originally, it was given to me by a friend. It's a souvenir he likes to use for socializing. It's worth quite a bit, but I don't know how to use it. I heard you like it, so I gave it to you just for fun."

It was rare for him to say these things. This level of consideration for others seemed like something that happened in his previous life, but the effect was remarkable. Sui Yuesheng's joy became even more obvious. He held the sword in both hands and was about to say thank you.

Someone spoke up first: "Tsk, it's junk, and you still have the nerve to mention the value."

Sui Yuesheng paused, then continued to act normally, expressing his gratitude to Song Yi, seemingly unaffected.

But Song Yi was affected. He was already very angry. When he heard this, he ignored Sui Yuesheng's gaze, looked directly at him, and said with a smile:

"Yeah, you rubbish, you have the nerve to give me feedback."

One word, two insults, targeting different targets.

The man nodded and smiled. Just as he was about to nod, he realized that Song Yi was scolding him, and his face instantly turned ugly.

"Whose Stardust are you?" the man asked.

Song Yi didn't want to answer. Looking at his unchanged smile at this moment, the provocation in it was clearly visible.

Before he could speak, Sui Yuesheng stepped forward, stood in front of Song Yi, and said, "This has nothing to do with our conflict."

It was obviously an attitude of protection. Song Yi was not there just now and didn't know the reason for the quarrel between the two. When he heard this, he became curious and stopped where he was for a moment, just looking at them without getting any closer.

His reaction was taken as fear.

The man's arrogance became even stronger. He began to look at people with his chin raised high, and spoke in a high voice:

"Yeah, now it's another matter, and it has nothing to do with you."

"It's obvious that you are not this kid's master. I want to talk to his master, not someone like you..."

As the man spoke, he raised his right hand and gestured towards Sui Yuesheng. It was neither polite nor interesting, and was simply full of insults.

Song Yi subconsciously turned his head and cast his gaze towards Sui Yuesheng. He became angry after hearing these words. Even if he didn't know about the conflict between the two, just from these few remarks, he could be sure that this person was probably looking for trouble.

But Sui Yuesheng seemed to have guessed his reaction. He shook his head slightly, then slightly turned sideways to block Song Yi's sight, and spoke again:

"This friend of mine is not a simple person. He was just passing by and gave me some things. Before the problem gets bigger, I suggest you stop bothering him."

At this point, Sui Yuesheng paused and kindly added:

"If you have any complaints, we can go back to the previous topic."

It could be considered as giving face to the other party, but there was someone who didn't know what was good for him. He took another step forward, stretched out his hand to Sui Yuesheng, and tried to poke Sui Yuesheng's shoulder with his index finger.

However, due to the height difference, the action of raising his hand, coupled with his slender figure, made him look almost smaller than Sui Yuesheng from Song Yi's perspective, and more like a child looking for trouble with a young man.

It's a funny picture.

Song Yi had to be patient and not laugh out loud, but it did not affect his complaints. He thought to himself: This should appear in the comics so that readers can see that Sui Yuesheng is not a juvenile but an adult man, it just needs a comparison.

Compared to the man in front of him, he is a shorter man.

Song Yi was thinking and secretly giving the other person a nickname when he spoke again and said to Sui Yuesheng:

"Don't try to deceive me, kid. Who could be so important here that would be interested in coming to play?"

"Let me ask again, whose Stardust is this kid behind you?"

The atmosphere was a bit tense. Song Yi was just about to raise his leg and walk forward when suddenly a voice was heard. It wasn't loud, but clear enough.

"My family."

As the sound appeared, the banquet fell into silence and the music stopped for a moment before the song was changed and resumed.

At the same time, the crowd parted to both sides, leaving a clear path. Song Yi looked in the direction and saw the familiar face again.

Yan Zhichun smiled, leaned against the long table, and while looking at each other, he slightly raised his hand and held up the wine glass.

Even though his posture was slouch, it was enough to intimidate the smaller man, at least making him shut up, apology in a low voice, and slowly back away.

Song Yi found it interesting and turned his head to look at him a few more times. When he caught a glimpse of the bald spot on the other person's head, he quickly withdrew his gaze and said "sin" in his heart.

"Come here." Yan Zhichun said, having already put down his wine glass and waved to them.

The people around seemed to have returned to their lively state, but their gazes were still moving, secretly looking at them, and compared to their previous observations, they were obviously more restrained.

Song Yi naturally wanted to give face. Not only did he go by himself, he also took Sui Yuesheng with him. When he walked towards Yan Zhichun, he whispered:

"Where's Mu Yun?"

Sui Yuesheng also lowered his voice and said, "He met someone he could talk to, so he just came in for a formality and then continued chatting outside."

"Hey, that's about it." Yan Zhichun said, interrupting their conversation and causing the two of them to turn around and look over here.

Before they knew it, they had come in front of Yan Zhichun and were still whispering to each other. It was no wonder that Boss Xiaoyan was angry.

Song Yi thought about this and laughed inexplicably.

Yan Changyue glared at him, lowered her voice, and said through gritted teeth:

"This is more or less outside, there is more than one family here, you are really rude!"

"Even if my brother didn't say anything? Didn't the housekeeper say anything either?"

Song Yi immediately replied: "The housekeeper really didn't say anything, but Yan Changyue did. Yan Changyue told me that I can do whatever I want and have fun."

Yan Zhichun choked, pursed his lips, and didn't speak for a while. He looked like he was in trouble, and seemed to want to curse but stopped.

After a few seconds, he exhaled and said, "What my brother said is not wrong. I still want to talk to you. Ah, your friend probably knows."

"This is a halftime party. It's not held for Stardust, but for us."

Song Yi didn't say anything. The current content was similar to what he had guessed, nothing special.

Yan Zhichun changed the subject and continued, "Lone Wolf players will say that the clan is here to cut the cake, but what if I say that this cake originally belonged to us, and the players participating in the competition are here to share the cake?"

This was an interesting topic. Song Yi had not yet thought about the reward. He perked up a little, looked at Yan Zhichun, and prepared to listen to what was to come.

"boom--"

There was gunfire!