Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi really had no choice but to temporarily put his arms in front of his forehead to protect his eyes and quickly glanced at the surrounding situation.

It was a battlefield. In addition to sand and gravel, there were fallen corpses and broken weapons on the ground. The ground exuded a foul odor and was a strange dark color, as if black brown was covered with a new dark red color, smeared out layer by layer.

Before seeing it, Song Yi didn't notice much, but now he felt uncomfortable, even the slight stickiness under his feet had a different meaning.

In particular, not far away, he saw another towering figure. Looking further into the distance, he saw vague outlines. If the people on the opposite side were different people, then by counting the number of enemies carefully, some guesses would have emerged.

The safety of the guards is affected by the chess players. So this is the influence!

He guessed that he was on the chessboard, but he had just finished fighting last night, and faced it again today. Even if he treated it as a "fighting game", Song Yi felt bored.

I really don't want to fight anymore.

Fortunately, in this game, the chess pieces have their own identities. When he used his hands to block the wind and sand, treating the current situation as a 4D movie and feeling quite excited, he saw a shadow walk in front of another shadow. No fight took place, but a phantom flashed and one of the chess pieces disappeared instantly, instantly making him no longer sleepy. Subtle worries emerged along with the rules.

To some extent, he got what he wanted. He shouldn't have to fight. But, but...

He tried to tell himself some words like "boys can do it", but was still speechless. The situation changed again, and the familiar "chess" appeared before his eyes. In front of him, a sword chopped off the head of the figure in front of him. The extremely concrete body fluids gushed out, adding another layer of color to the ground.

After the red faded, the face of a young girl appeared. She should be a guard from another team, but the person looking at him from a distance, the originally numb eyes, lit up at this moment, not the joy of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land", but sharp hatred and anger.

Song Yi clearly felt his heart beating faster, his sense of crisis soared rapidly, and he called out frantically in his heart.

"Noah's Ark! Wasn't Cang Yue's guard Xia Hao? How come it became this guy?"

The swordsman in front of him was not a man, but the cold-faced girl. Song Yi didn't know why the other party didn't take action last night, but he could clearly sense the hostility and hatred there. A battle was inevitable.

"In the game list submitted by the Duke, only one side has fixed guards."

A crisp prompt sound answered, and at the same time, Song Yi remembered the Duke's joking words, and how he said "needs to be randomly drawn" in a relaxed manner. He was not a character who was scheduled to "take the back door", but more like a bait thrown out to make the situation even more chaotic.

...Sure enough, those with smiling faces are not good people. Song Yi silently added, except Yan Changyue, while complaining in his heart.

They didn't move for a while, and the other chess pieces moved through the wind and sand. Jian Nuanyang's anger continued to escalate and became more targeted. The young girl's face also looked a little hideous. In the current scene, it was like a human being turning into a demon.

Song Yi couldn't help but ask: "Why do you hate me?"

It wasn't just because he had nothing to do now, he was really curious. How could there be such deep hatred between them when they met each other for the first time?

Jian Nuanyang was silent for a moment, then said, "I should have killed you last night."

It was an answer that was equivalent to no answer, which made Song Yi speechless for a moment. Then he said "Oh" dryly as an answer, and had no interest in delving into it further.

Jian Nuanyang spoke again, and said calmly: "As Yan Changyue's stardust, you have no right to live well anymore."

As she spoke, she slowly lowered her eyes, as if she was trying to convince Song Yi, or as if she was trying to convince herself.

Song Yi was surprised for a moment and asked, "Am I so famous?"

Regardless of whether this was an attempt to sow discord or not, he would not make random guesses about Yan Changyue's affairs. On the contrary, the hostility from others appeared too many times, which made him feel that there was a problem even more.

If we have to say what Song Yi cares about, it is only his fame. In the last copy, Xuanyue still didn't understand the situation, but in this copy, Jasmine obviously avoided being shy and no longer called him "Boss Yan" directly, but only said his name. Jian Nuanyang actually discovered his relationship with Yan Changyue.

It's like a male star and his crazy black fans, Song Yi thought absentmindedly.

Jian Nuanyang added: "Yes, as long as Yan Changyue is still alive and still occupies a high position, there will be people who remember you, hate you, and prepare to kill you, once, countless times."

She spoke slower and slower, with more hatred as she spoke, and her pronunciation became heavier and heavier, and the last few words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

Song Yi took a deep breath and asked patiently, "Why do you, or you all, hate Yan Changyue?"

I originally thought that it would be like the silence of the three brothers last time, or maybe it would be the kind of confusion that Xuanyu did, or perhaps a more bitter and vengeful accusation, but Jian Nuanyang did not answer. She fell silent, and her originally sharp eyes began to look empty, as if she was recalling something, and seemed to be in deep confusion.

Half a minute later, she whispered, "You don't know yet... Why don't you know yet? You don't know?"

This time there was no madness or hatred. Combined with Jian Nuanyang's childish face, she looked more like a little girl who couldn't find her way home. She looked like just a middle school student.

Song Yi shook his head, and his last bit of patience with the Riddler disappeared. He just suddenly felt that fighting was good. Let him fight. He could still fight. There was no need to talk about meaningless things anymore.

As if they had telepathic connection, the boy took action several times, and the blurry shadow walked back and forth in the fog. This time it was finally his turn. Song Yi raised his legs and walked, his body completely out of control, and was manipulated to the other side, passing by Jian Nuanyang.

She subconsciously drew her sword and wanted to swing it at Song Yi. The blade was shining coldly, and when it came with the wind, Song Yi's nerves were tense for a moment, trying to regain control of his body. The next second, there was a loud bang.

Jian Nuanyang's sword hit the transparent wall without causing any ripples, and Song Yi was unable to break free from his control and continued to walk forward like a puppet.

He moved forward to a figure, and the fog separating them dissipated. Song Yi could finally see what was in front of him. It was a person in gorgeous clothes. Before he could see the details, he collided with the other person's body. There was no pain. The person disappeared in front of him, just like the chess pieces he had seen before.

Song Yi realized a serious problem. The boy might not know that he had become a chess piece. And unfortunately, he was now a chess piece. When he was moving, he could not hear the sound of the "chess piece" and did not know what he was.

After getting away from Jian Nuanyang, Song Yi stood in the desolate battlefield. White mist filled the air all around him again. He tried to make a sound. When his body became "out of control" again, he immediately shouted while still standing in the same place.

The boy outside the chessboard's hand trembled, and the soldier he picked up did not shout out his own name, but instead made Song Yi's voice, shouting "Boss, help me". The boy froze, frightened by the voice, and almost slipped, dropping the chess piece.