burn me

burn me

Author: Thinking of a name is so tiring

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While wandering around, Mu Ran picked up a girl casually, wanted to dump her but didn't, and found that this girl seemed to have known her a long time ago, and by the way, she also had some friendship with her teacher.

——But this will not affect her progress. As an orthodox middle school girl, Mu Ran will not give up her pursuit.

But... She really wanted to regret it.

It's a pity that it's too late.

...

Cecilia has never regretted it, but she silently recites 'Spicy Chicken Muran' several times a day.

——Reluctant to fight, what else can I do.

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<The whole process is ignorant? Yier: I am also very desperate.What kind of beautiful love did I witness???

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The protagonist has double amnesia (?), fighting monsters and upgrading all the way to find memory (?).

The author's IQ is limited, but he will try his best to stay logical and draw a circle successfully. (sad)

The author is a joker, and the whole staff may be (often) funny from time to time.

Content tags: Western fantasy in another world

Search keywords: Protagonist: Cecilia; Mu Ran┃Supporting role: Yier┃Others:

Chapter 1

[? ? ]

She didn't know what she was—a human being, or a soul or something.All she knew was that she seemed to have slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, she was in this dilapidated stone house.

She can't touch things in the house.Every time she stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup that was dusted day by day on the table, she always pierced through it in a daze——at the beginning, she would use too much force because of anger, which seemed to her to be even a teacup. The tables are all leaked.

She thought it was very interesting, but it wasn't an interest that could last for a long time, and within a few days she began to want to go out for a walk.

From the inside, it seemed like a secret room without windows or doors, but she didn't feel any anxiety. She just walked towards the wall like she used to poke through the table, and then stretched out her hand— —

She touched the wall.Cold, hard walls.

She touched the wall?She poked at the cold wall in disbelief, then turned and reached for the teacup on the table.

Then she "poked" the table again.

She took a few steps back and sat down against the wall.She didn't have any anxiety similar to "what if I can't get out", she just thought it was amazing.

She can touch things, she can't touch things.

So what is she?After so many days, she almost has to accept that she is something like a ghost, but she doesn't seem to be a ghost at all.

She is not human.She is not a ghost.

who is she?

"That's right... who am I?" She suddenly became confused. She leaned her head against the wall, staring at the table that she had "poked" countless times in a daze.

That's right...how did she suddenly realize—she didn't know who she was.

Who is she?

[Muran]

The dim spots of light huddled on the roots of the big trees after the strong wind blew through the forest, as fragile as the wings of a butterfly that could snap off.

Mu Ran pushed aside the dense vines, revealing the wooden door that had been covered before, with a distressed look on his face.

She stumbled into this forest while traveling to this town a few days ago, and stumbled upon this house by chance. ——and the familiar magic circle on the dilapidated wooden door.

how to say.Mu Ran used her fingertips to draw the incomplete lines on the door, trying to recall her own incomplete memories like this magic circle.

The eyes were so familiar that she felt like a fire was burning in her eyes.

"Crack—boom."

Mu Ran caught off guard and watched the rotten and dusty wooden wall collapse into a pile. Before she could put away her fingers in the air and step back to avoid the dust, she felt something hit her foot.

It hurts.Mu Ran reflexively withdrew his feet, lowered his head and met a pair of dark eyes.

The owner of the eyes knocked his head on the ground because of her retracted feet, his expression was ferocious, but his eyes were fixed in a daze.

"I `m coming out?!"

"Who are you!?"

The voices of the two people sounded at the same time, echoing in the empty forest, startling a bird perched on a branch not far away.The bird didn't fly away, it just circled around them.

"I... I don't know who I am." Someone who just thought about the philosophy of life rubbed his head and sat up, "I haven't even thought about it yet, you knocked the wall away. It's so hard Stone wall."

I'm afraid I'm not a fool.Mu Ran cast her eyes on the wood shavings behind the person lying on the ground, and then raised her head to look at the bird belly flying around her and slandered.

"Hey..." Mu Ran felt her clothes being grabbed.

"What's the matter?" Mu Ran knelt down and looked at the girl who turned around and sat facing her, and for a moment thought she was a little cute sitting obediently, "I didn't break the wall of the room, it was it. It's been in disrepair for a long time and I can't hold it anymore." She raised her chin and motioned the girl to look back.

But the girl didn't listen to her words and turned her head to look, but stared at her face—to be precise, her jaw froze.

Mu Ran's jawline is indeed beautiful.She has sharper edges and corners than the human race she has seen during her travels, with deep-set eye sockets, and a pair of emerald green eyes appear deep and serene.

In terms of exquisite appearance, she is more like an elf of the elves, but she does not have the characteristics of the elves.This face can only be pushed to the limitless genetic potential of human beings.

"You're so pretty." The girl sitting on the ground didn't know how to be euphemistic at all, and praised her directly, which made Mu Ran's ears blush.

"...That," Mu Ran pursed her lips, and said fiercely, "Do you need me to take you home?"

"Okay, okay." The girl sitting in a ball on the ground immediately straightened up, "Do you know where my home is?"

"...I don't know." Mu Ran stood up and pointed in a direction, "If you walk along this road, you will see a village. Maybe the people there will know where your home is."

The girl turned her head in the direction of her fingers, and she answered after a long while, "Can't I go with you?"

"We are not going in the same direction." Mu Ran stretched out his hand to her and pulled her up from the ground, "This place is not far from Cruduser, and there are no beasts, you just need to walk forward with peace of mind." "" Mu Ran patted the dust on the girl's shoulders, then continued after a pause, "Maybe you can meet the apprentice pharmacists who come here to pick herbs. You deliver it to your door."

"But...but..."

"Go." Mu Ran's tone unconsciously brought some toughness, smiled at her, put on her hat, turned and left.

Chapter 2

【? ? 】

The girl who was left behind by Mu Ran did not go directly to Cruduse as she said. She watched Mu Ran stay away from her sight, then squatted down and picked up the inconspicuous wood chips at her feet, lowered her eyes and rubbed them for a few minutes. Next, he smiled inexplicably.

Ten minutes ago, she really didn't know anything.But it's hard to say now.

Those green eyes—yes, eyes full of vitality but full of coldness.Like the frosty but still unfading forests of Flossen in the far north.

It was those eyes that reflected her figure more than ten minutes ago, full of reflections.

——Just like what she remembered in a trance for a moment, it was still those eyes, which seemed to contain the greenness of all the forests on the mainland, filled with her figure.

——The figure of her being nailed into the stone slab by the holy sword.She was judged by the owner of her eyes.

How blissful, that moment, that moment—

Your eyes are all about me.

"I won." She suddenly laughed.

"Muran."

【Muran】

The name of this forest is obviously extremely perfunctory, just like the nearest town, it is directly called Cruduser. ——Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the town builders borrowed the name of the forest to name it.

But just like its perfunctory name, the road here is obviously very perfunctory.When Mu Ran went deep into the jungle, she didn't know how many times her clothes were caught by the branches. The shoes on her feet were already stained by the mud, and even her feet felt a little wet.

It hadn't rained, but the ground was very humid.

Mu Ran pursed her lips, and wanted to cast a cleansing spell on herself, but she gave up this tempting idea after thinking about the muddy road ahead.

The humidity is getting heavier, and compared to the fashionable and dry land where I met the girl before, the environment here is like the coast before the storm.The coast is still full of gravel, here is silt.

Damn sludge.Mu Ran couldn't help cursing in her heart when she fell into the mud again.She looked down at her embarrassment and felt unrepentant, so she simply summoned a strong wind and blew away all the plants in front of her that blocked her view.

I don't know if it was because the wind finally cleared her sight, or she touched some mechanism, when the two leaves passed her sight slowly, a stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Presumably this is the historic site she heard about...?Only one stele?

Mu Ran stepped forward and patted the stele irresistibly, but there was no earth-shattering or even the slightest reaction.However, she looked down at the land under her feet, and the area around the stele was unexpectedly dry and tidy.

She rubbed her feet against the ground under her feet, and it felt like she had been imprisoned by some kind of formation——it was even possible