Star Iron, but the amount of animation

He used a gun to try to break the lock, but the lock didn't break but the vibration made his palm hurt.

An Jing felt bitter.

He seems to be unable to accomplish anything without the system!

“It seems I did.”

The boy held a gun and casually spewed negative thoughts, not expecting the girl next to him to give any useful answers.

But suddenly, the sunlight seemed to be partially blocked by something, causing him to look up subconsciously.

A "human" figure walked out of the only way out of the dead end.

"Oh haha."

An Jing, with an expressionless face, took a step back and protected the girl in front of him.

Image: "Young Jingliu", Location: "Images/1705579326-100393654-111216728.jpg"

Volume 1: Chapter 2: Save... Him...

Bei Wang is an ordinary Buli soldier, neither warlike nor bloodthirsty.

He was forced to join the army after he became an adult. As the army fought everywhere, he was lucky enough to survive over the years. Although his men had their hands stained with a lot of blood, he was promoted to the level of squad leader.

He pulled the hideous-looking broadsword from the corpse and watched the fierce battle on the street coldly, without rushing to find the next opponent.

Bei Wang remembered that one of his new recruits chased a little girl into an alley not far away...According to common sense, he should have come out long ago.

Not right.

He frowned.

It would be better if that boy didn't suddenly get horny.

He walked to the alley with a knife in hand, but the scene was worse than he had imagined.

died.

His head was stepped on and exploded, it was pure slaughter.

Even though he had rarely seen such a bloody way of death, the bodies of his comrades in the war were either chopped into pieces, or burned to ashes, some were scorched, frozen into ice, suffocated in the wall, etc. This was indeed the first time he had seen a death by having his head stepped on and exploded.

Bei Wang was subconsciously a little wary. This caution had saved him many times in the past.

There were still two Xianzhou people standing in the alley. The murderer was probably the boy with the gun. There was blood and mud on the soles of his shoes, and his body was splattered with white or red tissue fragments.

The little girl was standing behind him—well, now in front of him.

Bei Wang was a little dazed, his brows furrowed, and he gripped the knife nervously.

What's going on?

The boy suddenly stood behind the girl with a cold look on his face.

First of all, he was ruled out because of fear and cowardice.

...Are you going to use that little girl as a meat shield?

This possibility was a little hard for Bei Wang to believe, but it seemed to be the only possibility left after excluding all other possibilities.

The girl wasn't very big, but she was a piece of meat. He would have to use some effort to split her apart, and it would also block his view, so the boy could wait for an opportunity to make his move...

But even among Buli people, few people would do such a selfish and cruel way of fighting. Could these upright people of Xianzhou do it? He had never heard of it in his long life.

But thinking about the bloody death of his men and the cold expression on the boy's face, everything seemed to be connected...

Bei Wang swallowed his saliva, alarm bells rang in his heart, he thought that this idea was difficult to come by, so he might as well give up. Why would he risk his 2000 credit points for a month? Whether this battle was won or not had nothing to do with him, it all depended on the outcome of the battle between the big guys.

collapse!withdraw!Sell!slip!

......

"he's gone."

"I can see it."

An Jing walked out from behind the pale-faced girl with a nonchalant expression and snorted disdainfully, "It seems that he is just a rat, not worth worrying about."

The girl choked, probably because she didn't expect him to say such shameless words. "

"Anyway, we are safe, temporarily."

The boy had talked enough and had to think about his next move.

Although I don't know why the beast came over to take a look and then retreated, this place is still unsafe. Maybe he went to call for help. Staying here would undoubtedly be the difference between dying now and dying later.

When I got to the alley entrance, there was no one lying in ambush.

The battle outside has already come to an end. The wolf-headed men have the advantage in numbers, and the only humans still alive on the street seem to be himself and the little girl behind him.

"May I have your name"

An Jing suddenly turned around and asked.

"...Mirror Stream."

"It's quite a coincidence. My name also contains the character 'Mirror', but I don't know if it's the same pronunciation or the same character."

He looked at the monsters that had formed an encirclement and were advancing towards him in an orderly manner, and sighed.

"Any last words?"

The girl didn't say anything and An Jing didn't care.

He began to recall the force postures used when operating the system.

Struggle a bit.

No matter whether you can survive after using your skills, at least try your best to operate it first, maybe you can get two in return.

Straighten your body, hold your breath, and hold your breath.

"Roar!!!"

A werewolf who seemed to have lost control of the murderous intent in his heart rushed over with red eyes. The black-haired boy's pupils instantly dilated, and his gun shot out like a dragon, hitting the bull's eye in an instant!

It’s worth changing!

The werewolf was nailed to death before he even had time to wail, but he also lost his balance slightly due to the powerful blow, and his body was pulled forward and he couldn't stop for a while.

Under this kind of encirclement, this flaw, which lasted for more than a moment, was undoubtedly fatal. The next moment, a long knife chopped off from the right side of his chest and got stuck between his ribs.

The intense pain made his eyes turn red, and suddenly a surge of strength surged out of his body, reducing the pain. He pulled out the spear and stabbed with his body!

"laugh--!"

The sound of meat entering.

One for two!

More and more werewolves gathered around, and there were even more on the streets in the distance! This was an overwhelming numerical advantage, and only when you really faced it could you experience the despair.

"Damn it... System, if you don't make a statement, you're going to be replaced by a new owner tomorrow! Please save me!"

The system still didn't work at all, and he had almost given up hope. While the adrenaline was still taking effect, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife embedded in his body, and threw it in the direction of the girl behind him, without even looking back, thinking about how to get two more.

The most frightening thing when outnumbering the majority is that someone like those two fools will rush forward recklessly. After dealing with those two, the situation fell into a stalemate that occurs in most situations where the majority is outnumbered.

No one wanted to be the first to step forward, after all, what would be the outcome? The two dead men were still lying on the ground. They had no reinforcements, and the only one who was able to resist was seriously injured. They just needed to wait quietly, as the blood loss would make him lose his ability to fight, and it would be even better if he took the initiative to attack.

As time passed, An Jing could clearly feel the adrenaline fading. His clothes were soaked by the blood flowing from the wound on the right side of his chest, and his body was cooled down by the cold air.

The pain became more and more severe, and he was almost too exhausted to stand. Every time he took a step back, the monsters that had formed a complete encirclement would move forward a few steps. The distance between them was gradually reduced, and the feeling of oppression almost solidified into a block, making him almost fall down.

"The one behind is called Jingliu, right?"

His vision was already a little blurry, but An Jingjing asked without replying.

"Yes......"

The girl's voice was still trembling.

Yes, it's a sin to encounter such a bad thing at such a young age.

As the saying goes, when a man is about to die, his words are good. At this point, even he didn't have the mood to say bad things.

"Oh... forget it. I guess it's over. If you can survive, remember this crappy name An Jing. An means "an shen li ming" and Jing means "mirror". I don't know if it's the same character as yours..."

"It's the same word..."

The trembling turned into crying, and he knew that she probably understood something and felt helpless.

"It's the same word..."

He took another step back, and his left calf suddenly went limp as if it had lost consciousness, and his whole body fell backwards.

The monsters gathered in front of him seemed to be grinning. They pounced on him impatiently, piercing his flesh with their weapons and eating his blood.

"Shua——!!"

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of rays of light flashed by, and the standing monsters fell down in groups like harvested wheat. Blood overflowed and condensed, almost covering the soles of Jingliu's shoes.

She stared blankly at the woman falling from the sky, and suddenly she reacted and rushed forward to pick up the black-haired boy who had closed his eyes.

But those weapons almost pierced his body, so she could only half-support herself and beg to the woman.

“Save him!”

The woman just glanced and shook her head.

"It's too late."

"...No...There must be a way...Please!"

"Sorry, there are people waiting for me."

The woman retracted her gaze and said, "Just wait here, the rescue team will be here soon."

She hurriedly left behind her refusal and instructions, then flew away again. The sword flashed like a shadow, and groups of monsters fell down.

Only Jingliu was left kneeling there. She looked down at the young man half lying in her arms, with a dead look on her face.

She couldn't do anything...she had to watch everyone die...

With his strength, if he hadn't come to save her, if he hadn't been dragged down by her, he wouldn't have ended up like this...

It was all her fault... She was the one who should have died...

But suddenly, a ray of light bloomed in the blood mud beside her, stealing her sight.

That is...what?

Jingliu reached out and twisted it out.

...a seed?

Crystal clear green seeds emitting dazzling light and huge vitality.

An idea suddenly popped into her mind, and then she made a desperate effort to realize it.

Holding the cheeks of the boy in her arms and inserting the seed, a difficult problem was placed before her.

How do you feed an unconscious person?

The answer is no, and it is a very dangerous behavior, even equivalent to murder.

The gap is often the most unacceptable to people. Giving hope and then shattering it and covering it up is even worse.

Jingliu's hands fell limp at his sides, and he stared blankly up at the sky that was dyed red. For a moment, the only thing left in his heart was hatred for himself.

There were hurried and rapid footsteps, and anxious cries.

"There are survivors here! Come quickly!"

There seemed to be a ringing sound in my ears, and the closer the footsteps came, the louder the sound became.

Until the end, the stranger supported her and said something in her ear, but it was completely inaudible.

An intense feeling of fatigue came over him, and his tense nerves relaxed in retaliation as safety arrived at this moment. Jingliu felt as if a thousand-pound weight was hanging on his eyelids, and he couldn't help but droop them.

"Save...him..."

She was still murmuring these words before she fell into coma.