I'm Really A Newcomer

Jiang Mian stared silently at the huge eyes that filled the entire screen.

Under Jiang Mian's shocked gaze, the terrifying huge bloodshot eyes in the whites of Bai Rong's eyes began to climb outward from the computer screen.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but take a step back. The sound of waves in his ears was still there.

There was not much room to stay in the small space in the turbulent black tide, and Jiang Mian seemed to have no choice but to accept Bairong's trial like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The current situation seems to be beyond Jiang Mian's imagination. Even in the most desperate moment among millions of wild ghosts... Jiang Mian knows that at least he is absolutely safe as a soul body.

"What oracle..." Jiang Mian said softly.

"If I survive this round, are you going to get the fuck out of me?"

Jiang Mian gritted his teeth and said, as the bloodshot threads like thick ropes gradually wrapped around his limbs.

Jiang Mian's spirit is being torn apart by five horses.

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Even though Jiang Mian has done many incredible things in this short period of more than half a year...but he is essentially just a 21-year-old young man. But Bairong is a genuine sub-dragon species that has survived from the end of the age of gods to this day.

Twenty-one years is just a drop in the ocean of the wasted years that this black dragon has experienced. The despair of escape in the age of gods, the dormancy of loneliness in the age of machines, the unparalleled arrogance in the age of doomsday, the fierce confrontation in the age of heroes...

Bailong dared to assert that there was not a single creature in the world that could bear everything it had experienced. Even Akarina was afraid of her own ability and chose to compromise.

So it naturally thought that destroying Jiang Mian's will would be an easy task, but it seemed to be wrong.

At the moment when Bairong's spirit, which contained tens of millions of years, entered Li Guang's interior from the outside, it did not see the cold child.

Bairong's spirit travels through a strange and bizarre world as fast as a horse.

"What the hell is this place?" Bailong roared silently.

…

Along the way, it passed by many humans who didn't know where they were going. These humans reminded Bailong of the fear he had experienced in the era of gods.

The so-called "gods" are countless human beings who have reached the pinnacle of a certain profession.

The drunken poet, the general wielding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, the old man leading a black donkey, the burly man holding a book and mumbling to himself...

Finally, Bairong flew to the end of the world.

Standing at the end of the world is a young man with a fine-looking face.

The young man held up a horse spear. He just glanced at himself lightly, and his whole soul seemed to be trembling violently.

…

Bailong's soul was forced into the whirlpool at the end, and Bailong finally left that ghost place.

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What a place this is.

The whole world is left with only the black color of grief.

It stared blankly at the thin human being struggling desperately in front of it.

In the boundless turbulent black tide, the child was so lonely that he seemed to be abandoned by the world.

Blood streaks tore at Jiang Mian's limbs, and the black tide all over the sky began to pour into that small space following the will of "someone".

The violent waves slapped Jiang Mian's face mercilessly, and he gradually suffocated.

The child is going to drown.

But Bairong didn't have the slightest pity. It invaded the remaining space of Jiang Mian, trying to completely kill him.

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To be honest, Jiang Mian never owed anyone anything.

He is not the kind of urban actor who picks up a golden finger and transforms from an unknown ordinary person to a big boss and then an invincible womanizer. Even if this thing had not happened, Jiang Mian would have been the most watched and greatest person on earth. "Dawn" professional player.

In a panic, "someone" randomly selected a human being in the vast world to replace him, but he did not expect that this tiny human being would become a prisoner for him before he had no other choice.

"This is the last step. If you pass this level, you will completely take over the initiative of consciousness."

"But why do I seem to have no confidence?"

"I thought I was faking it well."

"Such as please choose the character who will play...Which character Li Guang will completely lift the ban for the players...won't these lines completely dispel your doubts..."

He could not destroy Jiang Mian's body, because then he would truly die.

But the spirit of ordinary people would have collapsed under the extreme pain of being near death so many times, but this child was tenacious enough to survive time and time again.

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This glance is a true ten thousand years, both for Jiang Mian and Bailong.

In the dragon's nest, the armor covering Li Guang's body turned into a few puffs of smoke and dust.

The vivid colors on the surface of Bailong and Jiang Mian's bodies were completely stripped away, and they looked like fossils left behind by time.

The whole world fell into a dead gray.

…

But something seems to be left.

The color of this thing has never been erased by this cold world.

In the dead silence, the shadow of a young man appeared next to the fossil-like dragon and humans.

He gently stroked Jiang Mian's delicate cheek with an indifferent expression.

"What were you thinking about when the dagger smashed all the internal organs of your body?" the young man said softly.

Jiang Mian couldn't answer him. The rhinestone given to him by Ye Taoli exuded a soft and beautiful light between his fingers.