In An Yiran's life experience, he is more often willing to play a role that is not on the cusp, and if you compare people to parts, he definitely belongs to the kind of person who lacks most of the competitive parts.

With hair that is not long or short, with well-rounded but not outstanding facial features, and his height is also the average of his peers, except for his slightly thin body, he is the center button in a text document.

I will never cause trouble because of a moment of enthusiasm, and even if there is a discordant incident around me, it will not affect me. Not keen on socializing but also has his own circle of friends, not keen on studying but always maintaining an upper middle level of grades, the people above will not notice him, and the people below will not see it as a goal, so the university also chose a southern city that is not good or bad.

Although his hobbies include the supernatural and the occult, he is limited to the identity of a bystander, and no matter what kind of reality he feels in it, he cannot accept it.

"In fact, most of us are just ordinary people, and you will always understand after everything you have been through. ”

Who said this, An Yiran can't remember clearly. He liked this quote very much, because it identified with his outlook on life.

Instead of blind confidence to the end of the bloodstream, it is better to make yourself a part of the wise man at the beginning, and the life of chewing tasteless and discarding it is often the least hurtful.

As an ordinary person, his consciousness told him that pretending that everything in front of him was an illusion would make him easier.

But reality gives you the right to fantasize, but it never gives you a vaccine to prevent disillusionment.

The woman in black had already rekindled her sword, and the fast-moving monsters flickered in her pupils, one, two, three, there were seven monsters gathered around, three in front, two on the roof, and two behind them, and they would be in attack range in about ten seconds.

With these conclusions in place, she pointed the tip of her sword at the ground, with the blade pointing downward, in a low-top position, and she wanted the group of monsters to attack first before making the next attack.

She took a stance and looked at An Yiran behind her, the boy's eyes wandering around, as if looking for a safe position, but the shrinking encirclement simply didn't allow him to spend more time judging.

"Squat down, lower your exposed area, and I'll take care of the rest. She turned around and spoke softly.

An Yiran immediately did so when he heard it, although he looked a little cowardly to a woman's instructions, but it didn't matter if he coerced in this environment where he was about to die, he gritted his teeth, craned his neck and raised his head, so that he could also see the movements of the monsters around him, he felt that this action was really obscene, but he couldn't care so much, I believe that the woman in front of him might be the best choice.

When their side was ready, the five monsters in front and behind also entered the range of close range, and the two monsters on the left and right sides also jumped down from the roof, as if they wanted to tear the two people in front of them apart in a way that had no dead ends.

At this time, she also moved, took a step forward with her right foot, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword flipped slightly, turning the blade sideways, and the scarlet fire flew up and down, like a snake spitting letters, waiting for the opportunity to launch the deadliest onslaught.

"Red King, sickness. With a soft shout, before she could finish speaking, her left foot had stepped out, and through the inertia of her body's movements, she swept the sword forward at incredible speed.

Only a flash of the scarlet blade could be observed in the air, and the next moment, the monster that rushed to the front collided head-on with this blade, making a muffled sound like a forged iron weapon.

The monster that was hit was instantly knocked out of the air, rolling on the ground as it lost its center of gravity, its dark black claws dragging a claw mark several meters long on the large masonry pavement.

The moment the first monster was knocked away, she released the hilt of her sword with her right hand and turned to the ground, and after almost no interval of transition, she quickly swept the blade of the sword to the left side of her body with her left hand, drawing a graceful 270° arc of fire in the air.

The other two monsters that hit her head-on just one after the other lunged at her back, and the arc of fire slashed hard at the monster's chest, colliding with the monster behind it as it retreated from the impact.

Her eyes flickered, then she quickly jumped up, adjusted her body to the angle just facing them, and pushed forward with her right hand on the handle.

The sharp tip of the sword stabbed into the monster's chest with scarlet flames, and then continued to advance with unstoppable momentum, piercing through the other one that collided with it.

The flames that touched the wound boiled at this moment, and almost jumped into the bodies of the two monsters, and they didn't even have time to wail before they were crawling all over their bodies by the plague-like flames, and in an instant, most of their bodies were melted under the extremely explosive flame attack.

All this happened in a matter of seconds, although An Yiran was an absolute layman for swordsmanship and tactics, but this sharp and ruthless offensive means and extremely high efficiency still made him secretly marvel in his heart.

Her fight was like a solo dance, with a swift and straight shot at the point. This woman is not a simple beauty under the moon, but also a king on the killing field.

The monster that had been knocked away at the beginning steadied its body, and the black skin on its chest was burned out of a deep pit due to the first attack being swept by the sword, and it let out a hoarse roar in the direction of the woman in black, apparently battered.

After seeing this scene, the monsters on both sides and behind them stopped moving forward and stood in place, forming a stalemate for a while.

But the stalemate didn't last long, and with a few more poignant roars, the monsters moved again, this time completely targeting the woman in black, spreading out their pitch-black claws and charging at her from all directions.

She didn't pay any attention to the attack lines of the monsters, and just slammed her sword into the ground. With his hands on the handle, he closed his eyes slightly.

"Red King, release!"

The heat, this time even An Yiran felt the absolute heat, and her sword also changed this time, and the flames that were originally tightly wrapped around the sword body began to spread wildly outward, gushing out like erupted magma.

Some sporadic splashes of fire and flame on the monsters in the rush, and the skin that was touched was melted away in an instant, and now the fire and flame power erupted from the sword body is no longer comparable to just now, she pulled out the long sword from the ground, and danced from the top of her head as a shaft, between the rotation of the sword body, the monsters that touched it instantly melted and shrunk into a ball because of the extreme temperature.

After touching three monsters in a row, only the one on the side remained, and its lifespan was only a few tenths of a second before the end of the sword dance.

At this time, her heart tightened, it should be five, but only four of them rushed towards her! At this time, she saw clearly that the one that was initially shot away by him did not enter the team that surrounded her, but at this time went towards An Yiran behind her!

It was too late, there was not much time left for her to react, and at the last moment, she directly retracted the momentum, and used the strength of the moment to get rid of the Red King and threw it to An Yiran's side.

An Yiran already knew that he had no way out when he saw the monster rushing towards him, and although fear occupied most of his main mind, the legendary marquee before the man's death seemed to be unfolding in front of him.

He was relieved to think of this, and although he was about to die in the most unusual way in this most familiar place, the uneasiness gradually disappeared, and he gradually closed his eyes, and by that time the black claws were almost reaching his eyelashes.

As if this time was peacefully eliminated, An Yiran did not feel the pain of death.

I only know that the surgery is minimally invasive and painless, but I never thought that death can be so comfortable. When he opened his eyes, everything around him had not changed, the destroyed pavement, the corpses of monsters that had melted after being penetrated, and the body parts that had been splashed out were scattered everywhere, the only difference was that the black claws in front of him had stopped in front of him, and began to dissolve at a rapid speed until they were gone.

In front of what should have been the location of the charcoal-black body, the Red King was stuck diagonally on the ground, and it was he who finally burned the monster that was about to take his life. Before An Yiran could take a breath, another scene unfolded in front of him.

A little farther away, a monster full of holes stretched out its claws and stabbed straight towards the girl in front of her, although the girl immediately used a side dodge, but it seemed to be too late, time seemed to be extremely slow at this time, An Yiran saw that the pitch-black claws slowly touched her clothes, and then penetrated deep into the skin, piercing the muscles, there was a sound of bones cracking, and finally completely pierced the girl's entire right shoulder.

It lifted the impaled girl into the air, then threw it out, her body slamming against the roller shutter of the goldsmithing shop.

It turned out that she was so light, and there was almost no sound from the collision. Blood splashed in the air, and a part of the temperature was also splashed on An Yiran's face, and the scene full of bright red eyes looked like hell in the ghost chronicles.

Not content to just go through the girl's shoulder, it took another step towards the girl who had collapsed by the roller shutter, aiming to penetrate her chest!

An Yiran thought a lot, even more than he had just thought when he was determined to die.

He not only thinks about how his past life has passed, but also thinks about how he will spend his future days, but it is now, and what he needs to think about more is now.

In the land where he has lived for nineteen years, in the pedestrian street not far from home, in the street under the moonlit night, after all this strangeness tonight, but also on the girl in front of him who does not know whether she is alive or dead, or is about to die.

He thought that people would eventually know that he was just an ordinary person. Thinking of this, he didn't know whether it was lucky or unlucky.

The young man's eyes didn't know whether he was happy or sad.