Help, I've become a paper man

This was a question Yan Changyue had never thought about. He was stunned for two seconds, and a rare blankness appeared on his face. Then he smiled and shook his head. He let go of Song Yi's hand and said:

"You will never be a forsaken one."

"Why?" Song Yi asked again.

"I swore that I would give my life for you." Yan Changyue said this again, her tone still sincere, but with a smile in her voice. No matter what she said, it only sounded affectionate and didn't seem to be from the heart.

Song Yi immediately turned his head away, supported himself on the railing with his right hand, and easily flipped downstairs. He didn't want to chat with the Riddler for even a second.

Contact is the fastest way to obtain information. He ran out of the hall and rushed into the night. His overly sensitive five senses captured the information around him. There were traces left by others around him, with a restless atmosphere mixed with a faint smell of blood. He subconsciously wrinkled his nose and followed the remaining traces to track the direction in which the group of people were moving.

This body has night vision capabilities, and combined with excellent physical fitness, tracking at night is not difficult.

He climbed over the wall and stepped into the jungle. He had time to daydream and think about the "charcoal-grilled monster in the shadows". Whose territory was that in the woods at night?

After a few seconds, Song Yi stopped thinking about it. No matter whose home court it was, it was not his.

The shadow blocked the moonlight, and a larger creature flew over his head. He subconsciously rolled sideways to avoid the falling front hoof, picked up a stone on the ground, raised his head, and saw clearly what was coming... a coolly modeled horse.

The wind blew the leaves, and amid the rustling sound, shouts and laughter drifted in from afar. The moonlight was mostly blocked by the trees, and the swaying shadows of the trees were imprinted on the horses and the people coming. Song Yi looked from bottom to top, and slowly put down his raised hand, still not letting go of the stone. The body that was half-kneeling on the ground also stood up, with his shoulders slightly stretched back, and there was no restraint in his defensive posture, especially when he saw the long boots stepping on the stirrups. His attention drifted upwards, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the stone.

Yan Changyue sat upright on the horse, his suit jacket open, revealing the shirt underneath. At this moment, he looked at him with his eyes lowered. Against the light, his face could not be seen clearly, and even the color of his blue eyes seemed lighter than usual.

The loud ringing of bells broke the silence. The ground beneath one's feet and the surrounding tree trunks seemed to be shaking. The long roars of unidentified animals were heard. The smell of rotten dust filled the air. Deep and shallow mists emerged. At first glance, it looked like ashes flying from burning paper, blown into the forest by the wind.

After the three bells rang, the sounds of hunting not far away became louder, and the roar of hunting disappeared. Song Yi stared at the source of the sound and held the stone tighter.

Yan Changyue's gentle voice broke the silence and said, "The arena is ready. We need to hurry. Do you want to come up?"

Song Yi responded and looked at the hand that was stretched out and the glove on it. He secretly complained in his heart: Such a handsome mount is indeed a reward for krypton. The krypton boss has brought new equipment.

At the same time he said, "Then you get off and I'll ride."

The housekeeper was not there at the moment, so no one thought he was impolite. Yan Changyue, who was present, ignored his words, pinched his ears and pulled them towards the horse. Without saying a word, he followed Yan Changyue's movements, leaned his whole body over, put his hands on the horse, and staggered onto it.

His posture was awkward and his mouth was busy.

Song Yi shouted: "Don't give it to me! I'm scared!"

Seeing that he cooperated, Yan Changyue had already withdrawn her hand. Without waiting for him to sit firmly, she raised the whip, which immediately caused Song Yi to scream again and his body to shake violently. Not only was he sitting backwards with his back to Yan Changyue, but he was also unprotected. At this moment, the oversized black horse ran, and the dark red pattern on its legs was looming. The wind blew more urgently, and he was thrown up several times. He only managed to grab the saddle with his hands to avoid being thrown off.

In just two minutes, the horse slowed down. Song Yi retched and breathed heavily, completely forgetting the teasing he had just made to Yan Changyue. However, he did not remember that he had left Yan Changyue behind and ran away first.

He calmed down a bit, leaned his upper body back, and rested his head on Yan Changyue's back, and asked, "Are we at that arena?"

As naive as you can be.

Yan Changyue replied: "We have been on the stage all the time."

Song Yi asked again: "Then now..."

Before he could say a word, a burning fireball hit him from behind. He stood up suddenly and tried to avoid it, but the black horse ran forward two steps, easily avoiding the fireball and throwing Song Yi off the horse.

There was no screaming this time. Two seconds later, Song Yi rolled on the ground, unloading the force smoothly to avoid falling, and jumped up with a scream. He raised his hand to touch the horse's body and rubbed his muddy hands on it. His eyes were still on the direction where the fireball came from. At the moment of flying out, from a higher angle, with his excellent strength, he caught the shaking under the shadow of the tree, and threw the stone out with force before it fell to the ground. If it weren't for this, his current physical fitness would have allowed him to land more handsomely.

Thinking of this, Song Yi shook his head, took a step back, avoided the horse's hoof that wanted to step on his feet, whispered "Wow", and quickly retreated, thus escaping the pursuit of the horse's tail.

The dark horse snorted, seeming to be unhappy.

Seeing it like this, Song Yi felt refreshed. Still alert to the injured over there, he turned to look at Yan Changyue. The words he wanted to ask stopped on the tip of his tongue, melted and turned into a clearer "Wow".

At this time, Yan Changyue was also sitting backwards, holding an ink-colored bow with light golden patterns on it. In the moonlight, it reflected a faint light, which made her look dignified, and at one moment there was a strange "holiness". Under Song Yi's gaze, he was slowly pulling the bowstring. There was a rustling sound on the other side, and the screaming person thought of escaping. The next second, the arrow flew straight to the target, and the man's scream stopped, and the tail sound was a gurgling sound mixed with the sound of water. This time, the arrow accurately shot into the neck, nailing the words of begging for mercy in place.

Accurate finishing blow.

Song Yi looked at him, his lips slightly parted, his expression a little dull. In those brief few seconds, his eyesight was too good to see clearly that the one who was injured this time was not a monster, but a human, a human who attacked him first, was counterattacked by him, and then died from the bow and arrow.

Yan Changyue also looked over, and during their eye contact, the gentleness on her face remained, but at this time, it seemed a little cold.

Two seconds later, the bell rang again. Yan Changyue turned around leisurely and casually hung the bow on the horse. The bow collided with the quiver, making a slight sound.

His relaxed voice came, saying, "It's about to end."

Song Yi subconsciously asked: "What?"

He replied, "This is the arena for the Chosen Ones. They are hunting the Forsaken Ones. We were not invited and were assigned to the brawl zone on the edge. Ah, in the beginning."

What about now? Song Yi thought so, but did not ask aloud. He climbed onto the horse swiftly, his hands opening and closing in the air. Suddenly, he was a little afraid to catch Yan Changyue.

This big guy just got a kill with one arrow, and now he has a whip in his hand and a bow and arrow in front of him...

Yan Changyue chuckled and raised the whip again. When the black horse started moving, he helped Song Yi quickly get rid of the entanglement. While driving in the bumpy "vehicle", he hugged Yan Changyue tightly with both hands. He tried not to cry out, but his head was still dizzy from the shaking.

A person's strength lies in self-knowledge. Song Yi had received too much and too complicated information, and he did not expect himself to be able to sort it out. In this case, he simply gave up thinking and asked intermittently when his voice was blown away by the wind: "What should we do?"

"doing what?"

"Do nothing but go to the theater."

Yan Changyue answered in a soothing and somewhat nonchalant tone, as if saying "The weather is nice, I'll take you out for a walk."