He hoped that what happened tonight was another strange dream. But the temperature of the fire and the smell of viscous blood were so real that he had to believe in the truth of it all.

If given a choice, he would refuse to be swept up in it so he could leisurely wander home, open a can of iced Coke and curl up on the couch to watch the Premier League broadcast.

In front of him, however, was a monster with claws raised, a scorching breath in the air, a scarred masonry floor, and an unknown girl beneath the deformed shutter that had been struck on the side.

Of course, if she didn't make a sound, the girl would be a corpse with still temperature in a few seconds. And he didn't seem to be able to escape from such a magical scene.

If there is enough time, An Yiran wants to regret it in his heart, regret that he chose to come to this street tonight, regret that he couldn't escape the scene in the first place because he was panicked, of course, this is just if.

The truth is, there's no time for him to regret it, what he has to do, but what can he do? Pick up a stick on the side of the street and rush at the monster, say some lines that are so handsome that they explode, and then hammer the monster to the ground with a radiant stunt?

All he could do now was sit still and wait for death, the cruel reality was enough to erase all illusions.

He looked at the girl who had collapsed by the roller shutter, the wound on her right shoulder pierced through her chest and back, red blood tumbling and flowing at the wound, her head bowed, the high ponytail tied behind her head was draped by the violent impact, and it hung messily, and the black trench coat was faintly purple and black because of the blood soaking.

Even if she's not dead, even if there's no next attack, she'll probably soon lose her vital signs from blood loss.

An Yiran just looked at it, although it was a stranger who met for the first time, a strange girl who pulled out the flaming sword for the first time, she could defeat these terrifying monsters with gorgeous sword skills and the flaming sword in her hand in more than ten seconds, making people feel that she was born to master the master of killing.

But it was such a girl, and now she fell in front of her, and her life was in danger.

She shouldn't have fallen like this, she threw her weapon at the last moment to save herself, and then fell under the claws of the approaching monster.

However, the person she saved had no power to fight back, he could only watch the blood splash around, the red flame on the long sword in front of him was about to be extinguished, and his mind was still thinking about regretting that he had come here tonight. An Yiran quickly skipped such a scene in her mind at this time, she was so stupid, what was the point of doing this, the destined ending was that they would be cleaved by this monster or pierced through the heart, and the final tragedy of this life might appear in the headlines of the next day, in the sad eyes of their parents.

An Yiran didn't know how he stood up, and where he got the strength to step forward and rush out with his legs, he rushed towards the girl at the fastest speed in his life, faster than he was in the 100-meter relay at the high school sports meeting.

As he stopped in front of the girl, the monster raised its paws and the shadow of the dim streetlight had already come behind him, enveloping them both completely.

An Yiran half-knelt down and gently hugged the person in front of him. He could feel her heart still beating, but it wasn't as strong.

Turns out she's not dead yet. At this time, his heart seemed to be relieved, but the next moment it tightened again, and he could feel the breath of death just a few seconds later, in the figure approaching behind him.

The girl had already closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slowly in the breeze, and the excessive blood loss had made her face sickly white, and this sharp woman was so weak at this time.

She is the current beauty under the moon, and she will always be a beauty under the moon. An Yiran just hugged her like this, waiting for the claws behind her to fall.

"It's really that you're involved in something fatal, what's the point of saving someone like me. An Yiran muttered softly, he didn't know if the girl could hear it, and he didn't care if she could hear it, so he was talking to himself. "yes, we don't even know each other's names. ”

So in the end, it's only fair to at least let me die before you. He didn't say that, and he couldn't believe that he had made such a decision until the end.

He thought that even if he died, he would drag out some time to die again, or at least die on the way to struggle.

His heart was relieved again, the wind behind him was howling, An Yiran hugged the girl, turned his head, the black claw was already close in front of him, he stared at the tip of the claw that shone a little cold in the light, and let it attack him.

How nice it would be if everything in front of you was an illusion, tell yourself that it was a dream and that this monster would disappear in the next moment.

His gaze distorted, and the space in front of him seemed to shatter for a moment, and the sharp claws in his eyes mingled with the pupils as the center point.

That's what it's like to die? It must not be painful. He was secretly glad in his heart, but such a scene seemed to be somewhat familiar, and he suddenly thought of those strange dreams, the children in the dream, the streets in the dream, and the scenery in the dream, all twisted together like this at the last moment, and at this time, the scene in the dream was actually reproduced in front of his eyes, it was not that his vision was distorted, but the claws of the monster were twisted in the air, as if they had been swallowed into that shattered space out of thin air.

Although the monster's body is still advancing, no matter how much it advances, it is absorbed by that space and cannot reach An Yiran's head, which is the tip of the claw at first, and then the lower arm is successively swept into it. Seeing that the situation was not good, the monster stopped its forward momentum and tried to withdraw its claws. But what was pulled back was only half of the arm, and its elbows were gone!

It froze for a moment at the sudden turn of events, but then the delayed pain caused it to let out a sharp growl.

An Yiran was awakened by this roar, he was not dead, not even injured, although he didn't understand what was going on, but under the experience of the rest of his life after this catastrophe, all he could think of was to escape!

With the last of his strength, he picked up the girl horizontally, not knowing whether to congratulate himself on being strong or if the girl was too light, this action was done easily, and he carried the girl in his arms in the continuous sharp roar, and rushed towards the other end of the street.

Seeing this scene, the injured monster didn't care about the pain and wailed, raised its other claw, and catapulted in the direction of An Yiran with the force of its leg.

However, at this time, there was a bang on the roof of the building in the distance, and its outstretched claws were smashed alive in this explosion, and the violent impact lifted it backwards and fell to the ground, without waiting for it to react, there was another explosion, this time it was its head that exploded, and the body that lost its function was in between getting up and not rising, and then lost its support, and finally fell softly.

On the rooftop behind the plaque of the Sanlian Department Store, the smoke of the Black Eagle revolver in the man's hand was still not extinguished, and he pushed the shell case out with the shell removal rod and stuffed two more .44 caliber bullets into it. It's hard to imagine that he just used this weapon to fire accurately from such a distance.

After seeing that the target was completely silent, he put away the Black Hawk and turned his gaze to An Yiran, who was holding the girl in his arms.

"Lao Zhang, she missed, let the medical team be in place. ”

After speaking, his mind silently replayed the picture just now. The distorted space visible to the naked eye, the monster that lost its arm in it, he could have shot earlier, but the sudden situation made him change the timing of his shot.

The man lit a cigarette and turned to disappear into the darkness, leaving only the little sparks that burned as he inhaled the smoke to melt into the darkening night around him.