The sky turned completely dark.

"Bang!"

Thunder roared, lightning flashed between dark clouds in the gloomy sky, and a flash of light illuminated the stranger's blood-red eyes and the corners of his mouth that were raised carelessly.

Raindrops fell, and coolness enveloped his whole body. The coldness spread from his hands and rose to Yiming's head.

"You killed him?"

My long hoarse throat seemed to be in pain, but it was no more painful than my heart that was throbbing as if it would burst at any moment.

The pair of clear blue eyes, as clear as the sky, trembled: "Did you kill Li?"

"If you're talking about this," the strange man pointed casually at his feet, "that's me."

The dead psychics in the ruins of Bronze Stronghold and the crumbling roads along the way were now like the weeds being cut off by the roadside without any regard or hesitation.

Was it him? Was it him who followed Li here after destroying the bronze and killed the fragile young man?

It's him.

This is the man who treats other people's lives as worthless.

"Why!" The brown-haired boy was like a wounded young beast, anger mixed with pain making his chubby face wrinkled, "Li has nothing to do with Bronze! He won't stop you from doing anything!"

Crystal clear water drops slid down her cheeks, and she couldn't tell whether they were rain or tears: "He's not strong at all, he's no threat to you! Why did you attack him!"

"Why did you kill him!" he shouted, his hoarse voice breaking. The rain flowed into his dry throat, burning with pain.

But I couldn't feel it.

All that was left in his eyes was the person in front of him and the corpse of the young man who was supposed to tease him by calling him a little corgi.

The life of escaping from bronze that he had imagined was like a cracked glass window. He saw himself on the other side of the glass saying aggrievedly that he still liked Huskies.

At that time they will find a house in the floating city and live together like a family.

He, Li, and Tang.

When Yiming saw the young man, he would ignore his resistance with an expressionless face and reach out to ruffle his soft hair.

What happens next? Maybe the young man will bring him a majestic husky, because he is always like this, saying bad words, but then remembering them firmly in his heart.

The cracks are growing.

He would rub the Husky's head and say loudly, "Brother, I love you the most!"

Then the young man would say "hmm" in a daze, and after a while he would slowly say, "You are really a silly little Corgi."

I heard the sound of glass breaking.

Piece after piece of debris fell, dividing them in the picture with clear boundaries and leaving eye-catching cracks on their faces.

They all fell off.

What was behind the glass window was not the warm family he had imagined, but pitch blackness and Li's back as he walked towards the darkness.

It is the devastated earth at this moment and the bloodstained, lifeless corpse that will never wake up.

"Why!" Yiming questioned.

Because he ran away? Because he went against his will, because he listened to the unspoken words?

Because he left him where he was?

Facing this grief-stricken and desperate question, the stranger looked down at him with red eyes. In the rain, there was not a single drop of water on his body.

He chuckled and said, "Why?"

He doesn't care at all, is that right?

Instantly, his hands covered the metal, and his already overloaded left arm turned into a long sword, stabbing the strange man in front of him with its sharp edge.

The falling rain was cut in half by the blade, and their elongated and twisted bodies were reflected in the water droplets, as was the brown-haired boy's expression that was twisted with anger.

And that person just stood there, his red eyes showing distraction, ease and indifference.

He did not dodge, but let the sword get closer to his throat.

The next moment, Yiming showed a painful expression, his arm trembled, and the blade passed the man's neck.

The tip of the knife stopped in the air with a gust of wind, and an invisible blood mark appeared on the pale neck.

"Are you angry?" And that person was still smiling. On that half-covered face, the smile that Yiming found so dazzling was still there.

He raised his hand, and just as his fingers were about to touch the long knife, he quickly withdrew the blade.

The next moment, Yiming's long sword turned around and slashed at the stranger's side, but this time a similar long sword suddenly appeared in the man's hand and blocked in front of him, and the collision with Yiming's long sword made a crisp buzzing sound.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't use it." He said, and the next moment the place where the blade and the sound met suddenly disappeared.

No pain.

Yiming looked at his left arm, which only had the shoulder left, and for a moment he didn't realize what had happened.

Raindrops fell on the ground with a sound of dripping rain, and a damp fishy smell seemed to be rising.

The strange man looked over with his red eyes and put the long knife in his hand against Yiming's chin.

It seemed as if one more step would kill Yiming completely.

But he stopped.

He said, "Who can you kill with someone like this?"

The blade was aimed at his Adam's apple. He pursed his lips and felt as if he was trembling and yet not.

He realized that he couldn't let anger take over his mind and then use that anger to kill someone.

He couldn't kill the murderer for Li's sake.

This realization caused him immense pain.

"I'm different from you." The brown-haired boy said, the anger on his face still not gone, but he said almost stubbornly, "I won't take anyone's life."

Hearing this, the tip of the knife against his throat suddenly trembled.

Yiming didn't notice the slight tremor. He just saw the black-haired man in front of him suddenly smile wider, as if in agreement: "Yes, we are different."

This powerful psychic seemed to suddenly have a strong desire to express himself. He raised his voice, looked at Yiming and said, "But this is how the world is. Only the strong can make the rules, and the only way to gain benefits is to fight evil with evil."

"You can only defeat me if you are stronger." He said, raising his head slightly. His red pupils under his black forehead looked like blood, emitting an unknown color.

He ended the conversation: "And now you can't even survive in my hands."

From beginning to end, he didn't move a step.

The rain gradually thickened, and it seemed as if a white mist was rising around them.

The brown-haired boy, whose life was threatened, still raised his head stubbornly, looking at the man in front of him with his angry blue eyes.

Will he die?

He will.

The power gap was too great, and he was no match for the opponent. His already exhausted body was screaming in pain, but the pain coming from his heart was even more unbearable.

What was said was correct, he came back, and now he is dying.

But it was wrong. Now he just hated himself for not staying by Li's side earlier and from the beginning.

"Your eyes are interesting." The man who was teasing him like a dog suddenly retracted his knife.

The blade disappeared into thin air, as if it had never appeared. This man's ability was as inexplicable and arrogant as his performance.

"I won't kill you today." He used an attitude that made Yiming even more resentful, and easily treated Yiming as a toy in his free time. "I'm looking forward to seeing how long you can hold on."

He stretched out his hand and raised it casually.

Amidst Ming's angry glare, he spoke lightly.

"My name is Haig."

There was a sound of finger snapping in the rain, and the man raised his eyelids casually, his red pupils seemed to see no sound at the same time.

"I expect you to come up to me, low-class." He emphasized the last two words.

The next second, the brown-haired boy fell to the ground, lying in the rain and mud.

...

The power was canceled, and the arm that had disappeared before Ichimiya's eyes returned to its original form.

Li Li lowered her head and touched the wound on her neck with some discomfort.

She really had a lot of misfortunes today.

"Put it here? Or send it somewhere else?" She was a little confused, but made a decision quickly.

She dropped the Ichimonji on the ruins of the original bronze site, a place with a rain shield.

After doing all this, she felt a little dizzy.

The coldness she felt when facing Yue Lan before, and the attack from Dan that she didn't have time to dodge, now made her feel as if her whole body was squeezed together.

She had long since returned to her previous appearance. Black hair, black eyes, wearing a black trench coat, a red wound at the end of her eye adding a touch of blood to her pale face.

Li Li lowered her eyes, and her dark eyes under her thick eyelashes looked quietly at the unconscious Yiming.

The script for White Moonlight is available.

The script for the big villain is ready.

She was extremely satisfied with her arrangements.

From the beginning, she knew that she was not the same kind of person as the protagonist Izumi. You could say that she was a sophisticated egoist, or you could say that she didn't take the comic world seriously.

Even if she needs to play a fictitious role in the comic world for popularity, she still wants to follow the path that suits her heart.

She blocked out the heavy rain, and thanks to her special powers, her clothes were not stained by dust.

She left the protagonist of the comic behind and headed towards where she wanted to go.

If Li Li wants to do something, she wants to be the most radical and sharpest blade, the most reckless strong person.

She wants to leave the most significant mark in this comic and become the irreplaceable No.1 in popularity.

And she will.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain gradually subsided and a little orange-red sunlight appeared from the dark clouds.

Li Li walked on the deserted road, turned her head, and squinted her eyes somewhat uncomfortably.

The light expanded, and the solar shower hung a rainbow in the sky, an illusory beauty.

Li Li swayed a bit, she held her forehead and felt dizzy.

"Are you okay?"

She heard unfamiliar voices.

Li Li raised her head and saw a blond boy standing in front of her, looking at her with red eyes and asking her with concern.

Blonde hair and red eyes, looks well-behaved and a little enthusiastic, this image...

Yiming's friend, Yu Xiao, who is called Sunfish by readers?

Hadn't he disappeared since the Jiaohuang chapter? How could he suddenly appear in Jiaohuang at this time?

At this moment, Li Li heard the long-lost system sound.

Although only one day had passed, she felt as if a lifetime had passed.

Her eyes were dazed for a moment.

[Update target detected to have been reached.]

[Opening a channel for you...]

During this interval, Li Li quickly grabbed Yu Xiao's arm, closed her eyes, and her body went limp, performing an online scam.

"Don't go..."

[Welcome back to reality.]

In the city.

She wants a free bandage but doesn't want to run into a MISSING, thank you.