I'm Really A Newcomer

The wind blew sadly, like the wail of the world.

Qingyue was gradually covered by the rolling dust, Ye Taoli moved her body with difficulty, and the sharp edges of the boulder were gradually withdrawn from her body.

Her uniform was dark red.

Chen Xun was unable to get up again under Yu Bai's full sword blow.

She pressed against the cold ground, the fine gravel sinking deeply into the red flesh of the wound.

Chen Xun stretched out his hand towards her broken black sickle, his fingers covered with mottled blood.

Yu Bai turned to look at Jiang Mian.

She held the sword flat, and drops of thick and bright blood fell from the blade.

Next to Yu Bai stood a Ya who had not even knocked off his bamboo hat.

Ya took off his bamboo hat and let his loose black hair hang lazily on the back of his head.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the artillery fire from the sky gradually disappeared.

It seems that half of the wild ghosts were lost here, and they just conquered a city.

There are no lights left in the sky, and only a bare moon is left in the sky.

Under the pale moonlight, Ya held the long knife tightly with both hands.

The surging flames gradually wrapped around the upward-facing blade, and the red fireworks reflected the cyan bones on the mask.

Ye Taoli staggered up from the ground.

Her eyes were cold and gleaming, rubbing the tiny and coquettish candlelight.

Jiang Mian looked at Xin Qiji's only trace of blood and took a deep breath.

In an instant, Yu Bai's sword came to him first... Even if the sword did not hit Xin Qiji's body, the accompanying sword light had completely annihilated his completely worn black armor.

Xin Qiji, whose blood volume was cleared, finally turned into a circle of scattered black smoke.

Jiang Mian took a few steps back, and the cold wind gradually bit into his wounds.

The young man then stretched out his arm to the right, and countless red silk threads wrapped around his wrist from the torn space gaps. The silk thread trembled slightly in mid-air, like a folded, huge red dragon membrane wing.

There was another hot knife coming in front of Jiang Mian.

But the red armor did not cover Jiang Mian's body, nor did he "naturally" merge with Li Guang.

The red thread just froze in mid-air, while the destructive fire ahead was getting closer and closer to him.

Jiang Mian's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and the smell of death was inhaled into his nasal cavity along with the hot air. Almost subconsciously, Jiang Mian used all his strength to pull out of the entangled red silk thread, like a flying insect breaking free from a spider web.

A simple white iron sword flew out of the crystal in an instant. Jiang Mian held the sword tightly, and his body was slowly annihilated in the blazing flames. Blackened bones could even be seen on his chest.

The sky is visible as it lights up and disappears, and the world is cheering and noisy in a frenzy.

The whole world is laughing!

The will in prison is laughing!

"Have you figured out that you want to die with me?" Jiang Mian said coldly.

The young man who had just arrived in Jiuchuan was speechless in pain just under the dagger of Apostle 23, but Jiang Mian, who was in the cremation at this moment, still stood proudly upright.

"No, you won't die."

The "will" that had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke.

His tone was filled with arrogance and ridicule, completely unlike the oracle declaration that Gui Po had when they first met.

Jiang Mian's heart beat uneasily after hearing these words.

Not far away, Yu Bai looked at the young man in the sea of ​​fire in shock when "Will" spoke.

Blazing flames were only half a meter away from Jiang Mian's raised head, but suddenly a graceful body stood in front of him.

"no no……"

The fireworks no longer burned Jiang Mian's throat, but he found himself choked and unable to speak.

Jiang Mian couldn't see Ye Taoli's face, and her long cyan butterfly-colored hair gently brushed his dull face.

…

"I will protect you while you are unable to transform."

…

The long knife burning with huge flames penetrated deeply into Ye Taoli's peerless, cold face.

The brilliant fire of the explosion tore greedily into her body.

Not even the body was left. When the firelight disappeared, Jiang Mian could only see the ferocious green ghost mask... and the countless sparks that were about to burn out in front of him, so beautiful.

The little sparks gradually faded away, and Ya raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Life is just a matter of one more stab.

Jiang Mian was not sad, he had an anxious face.

The princess whose face would glow pink when she was shy and who would find a corner to secretly stamp her feet when she was happy disappeared.

…

Disappeared in the fire.

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There is no resurrection after death. This is what Jiang Mian learned in his first twenty-one years of life.

When he was a child, he and Jiang Yaoguang stayed in a self-built house in the countryside at his aunt's house. Although it was said to be in the countryside, it was actually only separated from the town by a bridge across the river.

My uncle works in other places and has not come home all year round. My aunt has to work every day in a sewing factory run by a neighbor... I have to go to the local junior high school, and my sister and cousin are still elementary school students.

There is only one grandma left in the family who is nearly ninety years old, so the door only needs to be kept ajar during the day.

The eldest grandma has silver hair, but she still speaks clearly and has a strong body.

At that time, LCD screens hadn’t been bought yet, so my grandma watched big square old TVs in her spare time.

She could sit on the edge of the bed and watch the drama channel of Rongcheng TV Station for an entire afternoon without changing the channel.

Jiang Mian didn't study well when he was a child. He would climb over the wall and sneak back home before school in the afternoon. He opened the door and shouted in dialect, "Grandma, I'm back!"

The eldest grandma replied "Hey" from the second floor with a smile.

Then Jiang Mian sat at the dining table and watched the breeze blowing through the flowers and plants in the small yard.

He bit into the peeled white stem of the clover, and the sweet juice stimulated his hungry stomach.

But Jiang Mian was not in a hurry, because the grandma who came downstairs would go to the kitchen and cook him a steaming bowl of scallion noodles. That bowl of noodles was simple, but it was the most delicious thing Jiang Mian had ever eaten.

Jiang Mian thought that days like this would last for a long, long time, but one day the eldest grandma suddenly fell while walking up the stairs, and then all the diseases came as if they were caught in a breach.

Jiang Mian and her aunt accompanied her to the county hospital for a check-up. It was the first time in her eighty-seven years that she had taken a car. Jiang Mian gently held her hand in the back seat of the car. The hand was so yellow that there was no trace of flesh, and the wrinkled and cracked skin just stuck to the bones.

The eldest grandma stayed in the hospital for several months. At that time, her brothers and sisters took turns accompanying her in the hospital. Only her parents still did not come back. Jiang Mian sometimes wondered how they could be so cruel, but her aunt never complained.

So Jiang Mian took their place and squatted beside the blue hospital bed.

Later, I don't know what the doctor said, so the adults took the grandma home to live, and everyone still took turns to accompany her. At that time, my aunt stopped working and my uncle came back. The house was really lively, and there were banquets almost every night.