【What did he drink...】

[I said it was wine...I believed it anyway.]

[It's obviously blood, okay? If it wasn't blood, why would it be painted so red? How can wine be that red? ]

[Maybe it's blood wine, but Yuan Er Niang hasn't appeared much in these two issues. I really want to know what the story behind Yuan Er Niang is.]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhh I feel so bad! Our Yuan is such a good kid. He would pick up any wandering ghosts outside. Please don’t abuse him…]

[Don't even think about it. It's impossible not to be sad. Based on my experience of reading comics for so many years, comic artists are generally like this... This kind of character who has a tragic life story and personal charm is always shown in the beginning to be very awesome, and then suddenly escapes and reveals his life story in the end, earning readers' tears and making money and fans... Do you feel more involved when I say this? ]

It is indeed quite immersive. At least after reading this person's comment, several familiar figures automatically came into Yuan Yuanyuan's mind in front of the screen... Some felt cool and some didn't, but those who didn't feel cool will probably feel cool soon.

The figures of several famous old thieves lingered in my mind for a long time. They were the people who controlled the life and death of two-dimensional characters.

However, Yuan Yuanyuan could not equate the person in the review with the "Yuan" in "The Legend of Demons". From her perspective, she could see many things that were different from ordinary readers, so it was not easy for her to look at the characters in the work with a normal mind.

For example, if someone now says that she is the "Yuan", she may sneer in her heart, but she cannot make a strong rebuttal because the person in the comic is indeed moved by her actions.

Whatever she does, the characters in the anime will do the same. If she sneezes here, maybe the character over there will also sneeze. If she kills someone here, maybe the character over there will also kill someone.

The relationship between the two is so mysterious, yet completely different. Yuan Yuanyuan finds this a bit interesting.

There are many speculations about the identity of "Yuan" in the comment area. Blood is a very imaginative thing. From ancient times to the present, many two-dimensional characters have relied on blood to cause trouble. It can be said to be a very effective magic weapon.

Yuan Yuanyuan doesn't think she can be Su anymore. In the past, many of the 2D characters she was Su about had attributes related to blood. At that time, she only felt "So Su, so Su, so Su!"

Now that it was her turn, she had a lot of things to consider, such as where to collect the blood, what to do if the blood storage was insufficient, and it was painful to have blood drawn once a week... With so many things piled up in front of her, she didn't feel happy at all, she just felt tired, so tired that she even wanted to lose her personality.

Feeling... People see completely different things depending on where they are.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the picture again. The artist's painting was indeed beautiful, but it didn't look like her... However, the two were originally the same person, but not the same person. Yuan was more like a character she played out.

Thinking of this, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly transformed, posed in a few rather childish poses, and then disappeared.

She stood there, hugging her shoulders and feeling a little proud, wondering if these actions would appear in the next comic... Hoho, every move of your male god is in my hands.

People who have lived a hard life for many years have basically learned to find joy in adversity. Yuan Yuanyuan felt that she had successfully mastered this skill.

…

"What the hell is going on? What level of monster was that person who saved us that day?" A girl stared at her phone with her eyes wide open.

The page she was looking at was a picture of Yuan holding a small wine cup and drinking the red liquid in the cup. She looked at the picture for a while and said, "Ling'er, what do you think this blood he is holding is?"

"Based on my experience, that's human blood." Gao Ling shook the pen in his hand, "Because if I want to create a super cool character, I will definitely draw it like this. On one hand, he is kind and will help people, and on the other hand, he needs to drink human blood. Isn't this kind of character more profound?"

"...Then can it be considered a miracle that we were able to escape from him alive that day?" said another girl.

"Not necessarily. I think that monster is a pretty honest person. He doesn't seem like the type to kill people at random. When I met him that day, I thought he looked pretty reliable." Gao Ling said, "Of course, it could also be because he saved us two that I think he's reliable."

"But according to current speculation, this person should be a monster from ancient times. So I think there is a sentence in the comments that is very correct. This monster is very likely to have had an interracial love affair with a human in the past. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he is siding with humans. Of course, this love affair must have ended tragically."

She lowered her head and drew a few more strokes. "Although there are many people like this in the comics I have read, I think that in the real world, there are definitely no more than a handful of such monsters. The probability of encountering one is lower than winning two million."

After listening to her, her friend was silent for half a minute, and finally raised her head and said, "Ling'er, then we have won the first prize."

"Doesn't it feel like the world is quite magical..." Gao Ling drew a few more strokes on the drawing board, "Tsk, we didn't seize the opportunity that day. Maybe if we had worn better-looking clothes and put on more makeup, we would have been able to see the two of us in the comics on Saturday."

"Okay, okay, okay, whoever wants to fall in love can do it, I won't do that, it sounds scary." Her friend waved her hands repeatedly, "What are you drawing?"

"Ah? I drew the scene of him saving us both that day." Gao Ling looked at the picture on the screen. "This is you. I drew you to look prettier."

"It's not you who is causing the problem. Your drawing of us is so simple, but his is so complicated." Her friend looked at the picture on the screen with disdain.

"That person is really good-looking." Gao Ling said, "In fact, when he first appeared at the entrance of the alley that day, I was stunned. I wondered if he was a real person or a model. It was just like a retouched photo. Later, when I saw him move, I knew it was real."

"Really? I didn't see it. I felt dizzy earlier that day."

"Then you're in big trouble." Gao Ling applied the colors carefully. She used the purest red to paint the lips, and then used black to slowly paint the hair and eyes.

While they were talking here, Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing all black and walking in a remote wilderness.

She came out to see what level she had reached after practicing the Blood Jade Demonic Art... When she tried some small magic techniques in the house, she felt that the gloomy feeling she had before was swept away, as if her Ren and Du meridians were forcibly opened.

So it is said that evil ways are the easiest. Look at the so-called Yin-replenishing Yang method, and then look at the Book of the Golden Flower. They all work quickly and have strong effects.

Ever since she saw the fire dragon in the comic that day, Yuan Yuanyuan didn't dare to practice those powerful magics in the house, for fear of accidentally setting her house on fire. She knew that she had made rapid progress after practicing the Blood Jade Magic Art, and she was changing every day, but she didn't know what level she had reached now.

She performed a basic fire magic spell and chanted a spell. Suddenly, a smaller fire dragon appeared on the open space and shot straight towards the open space in front.

Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned when she saw the power of the fire dragon. After all, she had only seen it in comics before, and it was never as shocking as in reality. Now, seeing the live-action version for the first time, it was truly shocking, and a feeling of heat baked her face.

She held the spell for only three seconds before letting go. The area in front of her was already charred black.

So she really had mastered this magic, and what was drawn in the comics that night was not exaggerated. She also did not turn back into a weakling after her rampage.

When Yuan Yuanyuan blew on her fingers and was about to leave, she suddenly realized that she was not the only one here...

A tree not far away suddenly moved, and a man in black jumped down from it. The man was wearing a very strange mask with a laughing face printed on it, and he was wearing a black suit that covered him from head to toe, even his hair was covered.

She looked at the man who was slowly walking towards her with no expression on her face, but she was thinking in her heart, how did this guy get here?

Oh, by the way...she hasn't learned those detection magics yet, so she can't find out if there are any monsters hiding nearby.

Yuan Yuanyuan didn't recognize the person in front of her, but she didn't dare to show any emotion on her face, let alone let others see that she was scared. She changed her shape before coming out, because a bar girl would never use that kind of magic.

She watched the man walk up to her, and the first thing he asked was, "You're still alive?"

“…Yeah.” Yuan Yuanyuan nodded.

"I thought you were dead."

...what are we talking about.

Yuan Yuanyuan felt confused and her forehead was covered with cold sweat. She stood there for a long time, listening to the breathing of the man opposite her. He obviously didn't want to say more. He just said a few words, and then the two of them remained silent.

Another minute passed, and the man asked, "Since you are alive, do you still want to come back?"

"No, I don't want to do it anymore." Yuan Yuanyuan answered almost subconsciously.

The man said, "Then be careful."

After he said this, he suddenly disappeared from the spot. Yuan Yuanyuan stayed in the open space for ten minutes before she dared to leave.

She rushed back into the house, her heart still beating fast as she closed the door and ended her illusion.

I feel like I escaped a disaster today.