I'm Really A Newcomer

Even though his face was distorted beyond human appearance, even though his tears were streaming down his face, Jiang Mian still let the man see his wild teeth. Even though every smile was accompanied by unimaginable pain, Jiang Mian still laughed heartily and silently. .

His eyes were obsessed with the dagger in the man's hand. Its blue light was so gorgeous, like a flower in full bloom. This was a peerless treasure that no machine or craftsman could create.

"What a fucking lunatic." The man cursed and stabbed the blue dagger hard into Jiang Mian's body.

The dagger tore through Jiang Mian's internal organs.

Jiang Mian could hear something breaking in his body.

It's too late to just watch things before death.

Jiang Mian's veins popped out, and the dagger stirred inside his body, as if it was about to spread countless branches through his body and pierce his whole body with holes.

Jiang Mian opened his mouth wide as the extremely sharp dagger was cutting into his body.

This world is not ordinary.

There are 365 days in a year, and 1,095 days in three years.

Every day Jiang Mian is checking whether there are any things outside the common sense in this world, such as gods, whether they are Chinese gods or Western gods, whether they are Nuwa or Athena. In this way, he can let go of himself and let go of himself who can see those figures.

He thought that if one day he figured it out, he would be like Sakyamuni's enlightenment, or Wang Yangming's enlightenment in Longchang. Those figures will disappear, and I can return to the professional arena.

But nothing happened. The world was so ordinary, just like a perfectly running machine. There were no bugs and it would not shut down.

Until this moment.

Until he saw this world and this dagger.

If so, the reflections of those people may not be hallucinations, but real ones, and I am not mentally ill.

I'm not mentally ill.

I really want to tell everyone.

I didn't expect to find out until I was about to die.

What a pity, it was so warm just now.

Am I going to die...

Fluct light...

Jiang Mian fell straight down, the world was spinning, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. His arms were gone, and there was a huge hole in his chest, surrounded by broken organs.

There was only the sound of wind in my ears.

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There are so many figures in the sky...just like what I usually see in windows and mirrors.

Stars, why are there so many stars? The stars are so bright.

The old man selling charcoal...the bullock cart was really loaded with charcoal.

There are also scholars who are weak and inexperienced, just like me.

Only that general is really majestic. If I were him, maybe I wouldn't die.

No, why am I still alive.

Why do I suddenly feel light and airy?

Have I become a soul...

Jiang Mian opened his eyes in disbelief, because in front of him was the man who killed him, and the miserable self lying on the ground silently!

Suddenly, a cold voice exploded in Jiang Mian's ears.

Like an oracle.

"Please select the character who will play."

Jiang Mian looked up at the sky, where the stars were holding the moon.

The moonlight caressed Jiang Mian's delicate face.

The whole night sky shimmered for him.

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Three people are projected in the sky.

The young man dressed as a scholar was carrying a suitcase on his back and holding a nearly-thumbed-out "Zuo Zhuan" in his hand, reciting the contents of the book as if chanting a sutra.

The charcoal seller only wore a single coat, his face was gray-black due to years of smoke and mist, his fingers were black, and he was leading an old cow pulling a cart of charcoal. His eyes were dull and his body was stooped.

The general was a tall man, wearing thick black iron armor with reddish armor. He held a Lingbao bow in his hand and carried a quiver on his back containing dozens of arrows. He looked majestic.

And a mechanical keyboard and mouse suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Mian. The style was the same as the ones in his bedroom. The keyboard and mouse floated in front of Jiang Mian. Jiang Mian was also a soul body at this time. He could swipe with the mouse at will. As smooth as on a desktop.

The arrow of the mouse turned out to be the silver-white moon in the night sky. In Jiang Mian's disbelieving eyes, the moon moved synchronously to the designated position with the swing of the mouse.

The cold neutral tone sounded again.

"Please choose the character who will play."

Is it the same as the operation of "Dawn"... Jiang Mian suddenly had an idea.

He clicked on the general with the mouse, and the moon finally stopped on the general, and the general was selected.

Then all the figures in the sky instantly turned into a strange white light falling from the sky and pouring into Jiang Mian's body, which was collapsed on the ground.

Jiang Mian's two arms and some pieces of flesh scattered on the ground began to condense with the white light, and finally became a complete human form.

As the man watched in disbelief, Jiang Mian's figure gradually became taller... just like that general, or Jiang Mian completely turned into a general.

He stood up steadily from the ground, staring at the man with burning eyes.

Jiang Mian... or rather the general was actually a whole head taller than the man. Coupled with the fact that he was wearing cold armor like Yue Zhiyuan Ting, the feeling of oppression suddenly reached its peak.

"My day?" The man's face was still admiring the bloody art he created. Seeing the scene in front of him, his overflowing smile froze and his pupils dilated instantly.

The man couldn't help but think too much. With his years of actual combat experience, the next second the man held the dagger in his hand and slashed towards the general's neck.

Even with the protection of iron armor, the man still believed in the blue edge in his hands.

Jiang Mian's hands reacted when the man raised his hands.

He was typing on the keyboard as if he were reunited with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I really miss him." Jiang Mian said with some emotion. The general nimbly dodged back before the blue light of the dagger reached him, dodging the knife.

"If that's the case, then you're not good enough." Jiang Mian smiled brightly and had leering eyes.

Just like the boy who curled up in a ball with his bare feet on the chair a few years ago, wearing a white old man's vest, with hair like a chicken coop, but his hands were like shadows and his eyes were bright.

Perhaps a man can be considered experienced, but Jiang Mian has played a huge number of games in "Dawn"!

Run, run!

The man's right eyelid twitched wildly, and his subconscious told him that the armored man in front of him was very powerful, and what happened now was a story later. The only thing he could do now was to run.

The man made a decision instantly. Unlike Jiang Mian, who couldn't move his legs like before, he ran backwards like a cheetah.

The general did not pursue him, but the farther the man ran, the more his uneasiness reached its peak.

"Damn it!" The man took a sip.

The feeling of fear followed me like a shadow, as if I was locked by death.

Jiang Mian looked at the man's back getting further and further away. His left hand was motionless on the keyboard, but his right hand was already accumulating power as he pressed the left mouse button.

Jiang Mian narrowed his right eye.

A general uses a bow.

So run, run with all your heart.

The Lingbao bow appeared in the general's hand, and he drew out the arrows and drew the bow like a full moon.

There are countless air currents all around that converge on this arrow.

"Through the stone." The general said solemnly.

The general stood there like a rainbow.

He is alone, but he has thousands of troops.