Help, I've become a paper man

"What? Did you fail to stop the fight?" Yan Zhichun asked.

It was a completely teasing tone, which was totally incompatible with such a pretty face.

Song Yi lowered his head and did not answer. He asked in a muffled voice: "What do you mean by dividing the cake?"

Yan Zhichun paused for two seconds before he recalled those words. Even though he was trying to restrain himself, he still let out a short sneer.

"You're talking about that." Yan Zhichun said, moving away from Mu Yun and walking towards Song Yi, lowering his voice and continuing:

"My brother said that you've been to the island and even went in..."

"Based on this, and supplemented by, for example, the popular view that stardust cannot leave a 'substantial' trace."

"Then, if you think about it again, it won't be hard to guess where the copy came from, right?"

Song Yi nodded in agreement, agreeing with Yan Zhichun's statement. Perhaps he accepted it too quickly, and the person who was in disbelief just happened to switch sides.

Yan Zhichun asked: "You are too trusting, aren't you? Is that why you are called 'Song Yi'?"

The remark was impolite, but it was quite damaging, and even sounded like a cold joke, making it hard to get angry, and even making you want to laugh.

It's just that the current situation is not suitable.

Song Yi suppressed his smile and explained, "No, your statement is indeed incredible, but once you accept the setting, it is not completely impossible."

After all, he had originally guessed that the funds for Noah's Ark were wasted, so there was a huge difference in quality in different copies. It turned out that this also "depends on the person".

Song Yi thought about it and nodded, just to express his affirmation. However, Yan Zhichun didn't know the situation and just thought that he was tactful, so he said with great interest:

"So, now you understand that, when it comes down to it, the cake is ours."

"We made it and we keep it. However, the method of obtaining it is special and requires the assistance of stardust. We cannot obtain it."

“We also paid the labourers.”

Song Yi had a different opinion. He raised his hand and said, "Yan Changyue doesn't think so."

Yan Zhichun paused, a flash of displeasure on his face, but he still said reluctantly: "Oh, there have been similar situations before, and we had some minor disagreements, but that's another matter."

Obviously it's just a polite remark.

The atmosphere began to become awkward. The protagonist group on the side stopped talking and looked at them, as if they were observing the extent of the conflict and wondering whether to help.

Song Yi asked again: "How much do you know about the so-called Yan Changyue rules..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhichun sneered and interrupted him directly, saying: "You lack basic knowledge, don't believe one-sided words. In short, my brother has not let anyone down. He has worked hard to save people from danger."

Song Yi nodded, this time he was not perfunctory. He had talked about the Duke before, but now he was thinking about other things. In his memories, about that girl... there were many more people who hated him than those who loved him.

"Do you know Jian Nuanyang?" Song Yi asked.

Yan Zhichun answered immediately: "Who is that?"

Song Yi smiled and shook his head without explaining. At this moment, Xia Hao's face appeared in his mind, overlapping with Jian Nuanyang's face. He just felt empty, as if there was a piece missing from the puzzle, just one of many, not the most important, just...

Her hatred seemed to have no power.

Song Yi was feeling lost when his communicator rang at the right time. He came to his senses and gestured to Yan Zhichun. When he saw that the other party nodded, and saw that Mu Yun and the others had not gone far, he walked aside with peace of mind and answered the phone.

The call from Yan Changyue could not have been from anyone else.

As soon as the call was connected, the clear voice sounded, still saying gently:

"I'm sorry, something unexpected happened and I can't accompany you this time."

Song Yi said: "It doesn't matter."

Just one sentence made the other side pause. Two seconds later, Yan Changyue spoke again and asked, "What happened? Your voice sounds, well, a little depressed. Did Zhichun bully you?"

Obviously, Yan Changyue was well aware of her brother's character. He made the choice to let Yan Zhichun come to the banquet probably because he had no choice.

Song Yi exhaled and said slowly: "No, I just... want to hug you."

He had a lot of thoughts at this moment, but the words he wanted to say just came out but were swallowed back by him.

It's not appropriate at this time. We have to wait until we meet.

Song Yi was still thinking when he heard Yan Changyue's breathing first. He didn't know whether she was sighing or breathing a sigh of relief.

Yan Changyue said: "Okay, I believe you, this is the best. Besides, I also happen to have something to tell you, one is good news, and the other is bad news."

"The good news is that the problem has been solved, and it went more smoothly than I thought."

"The bad news is that I really miss you. I will arrive at the party later. If you want, I hope you can say goodbye to your friends earlier and come home with me."

Yan Changyue didn't need Song Yi's praise, she finished her speech on her own, her tone was gentle and considerate enough. As a boyfriend, there was nothing to complain about Song Yi.

But what Xia Hao said was like a thorn, stuck between the two of them. They couldn't swallow it, and they couldn't pull it out for the time being. It was really choking and uncomfortable.

Song Yi said: "Okay, see you later, I have something to tell you later."

The ending was Yan Changyue's voice. When she said "good" with a smile, the rising ending tone fell gently on his ears across the space.

At this moment, his slightly cold fingertips felt a hint of warmth, as if the hands had taken off their gloves and rested on him again, with a soothing look.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, put away the hung up communicator, and walked back the way he came.

Yan Zhichun looked over and asked jokingly, "Hey, are your children's toys useful?"

Song Yi had regained his composure. He shook the communicator at the other party and said, "Your brother is here to take me home."

Yan Zhichun's face suddenly turned cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "My brother is here? How can this be possible? How can this be possible?"

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. The posture that Yan Zhichun maintained all night was broken at this moment. His facial expressions were extremely rich, which amazed Song Yi.

He was about to say something to persuade him when he saw Yan Zhichun close his eyes. When he opened them again, he had regained his composure, even looking too cold, as if he had just put on a mask.

Yan Zhichun said: "An Xiaochun, kill him."

The volume was similar to before, even less loud than before, as if someone was talking to someone on the other side, but An Xiaochun was not here.

Song Yi smiled and was about to speak to persuade her when he heard a clear gunshot.

The bullet came from a distance, broke into the central area, and hit one of the parties. The illusion came into contact, the ring collapsed instantly, and the chaos of the night ended.

Song Yi stood there, turned his head and looked over, his expression slightly dazed.

Yan Zhichun asked: "You don't think that you can't use hot weapons in close combat?"

As if laughing at his stupidity.

Song Yi asked: "The dismantling of the arena, is it..."

"Yes." Yan Zhichun answered again in a split second, and said briskly: "Killing the person who declared war can also end it quickly."

Song Yi listened to his voice, and a face popped up in his mind. It had baby fat and looked uneasy, so...

"Will the Stardust in the ring die permanently?"

Something is breaking.