Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Upon hearing this...

"Whoosh—"

All eyes were instantly drawn to it.

March 7th suddenly raised his head, his eyes bursting with hope.

Dan Heng's lifeless eyes flickered.

The air froze for three seconds.

however.

Under the white cloth.

A dead silence.

The figure remained motionless.

"..."

Bronya frowned.

"Mr. Sambo, while I understand how you feel, please refrain from joking at a time like this."

"I'm not kidding!" Sambo exclaimed anxiously, "It really moved! Dr. Natasha! Please take a look!"

All eyes turned to Natasha.

Although they have undergone hundreds of tests in the past few days, the results are always the same.

But what if?

What if he really didn't die?

The healer from the lower district also had a solemn expression on his face.

She sighed.

Although reason told her it was impossible.

With all internal organs gone, eyeballs missing, and a broken spine... such injuries are beyond saving even by a miracle.

But looking into March 7th's hopeful eyes...

Natasha still went over.

"Let me check it again."

She lifted a corner of the white cloth.

Xing's deathly pale face was revealed.

Lift your eyelids...

Okay, there are no eyeballs at all.

Check his pulse.

It's cold.

"..."

Natasha stared at the star for a long time, but found that there was really no movement at all.

At last.

She slowly stood up.

Facing the hopeful March 7th, facing that Sambo with a look that said, "I didn't see it wrong."

Natasha closed her eyes.

Unfortunately.

Slowly...

shook his head.

"..."

The light in March 7th's eyes went out instantly.

She slumped back to the ground, crying even harder.

"Liar... Sambo, you liar..."

Why give me hope... and then leave me in despair...?

……

"quack!!"

The star (consciousness) lying in the coffin let out a heart-wrenching roar in its heart.

"What a quack doctor!!!"

"Why don't you turn me over and check my spine?"

"It's almost fully healed!"

Xing was frantic with worry.

Just then.

Seele spoke.

The warrior from the earth's fire also had red eyes.

She felt a pang of sadness as she watched Natasha shake her head.

To ease the oppressive atmosphere and to express respect for the heroes.

Seele stepped forward and said, following Bronya's words:

"Since...since it's already like this..."

"Then...let her stay."

Seele's voice choked with emotion as she looked at Xing's "body," her gaze growing ever more resolute.

"The star... bled its last drop of blood for this land."

"I believe..."

"She would definitely be willing..."

"Stay here."

"Watching Yalilo get better little by little... watching this ice and snow melt away... and walking towards the light."

"This is...her glory."

"..."

star:"???"

No!

Who said I was willing?!

Isn't this repaying kindness with enmity?

The immense fear unleashed Xing's potential.

"Move!!!"

"Even just... one finger would be fine!!"

"Click."

Perhaps it was because their will to survive was too strong.

Under that white cloth.

On the right hand, wrapped in bandages and placed against the chest.

That one...

index finger.

Sudden.

It twitched.

The amplitude is very small.

But in a still image, it stands out particularly.

It moved!

Sambo called out again.

This time, he stared intently at Xing's hand, seeing it clearly!

"Did you see that?!"

Sambo was so excited that he jumped right next to the coffin, pointed at the finger, and his voice cracked.

"Did you see that?!"

"This time it's a finger!!"

"She really moved!!"

"She's not dead!!!"

however.

This time.

No one showed any hope anymore.

in contrast.

The atmosphere around us became even more oppressive, even more...

anger.

Especially Danheng.

That man, who always kept his head down, like a statue.

When Sambo shouted a second time.

Completely enraged

Sambo's behavior...

It is giving the living false hope.

Furthermore...

Insult her.

They insulted the girl who shed her last drop of blood for them.

"..."

Dan Heng suddenly raised his head.

Those blue eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Bang!"

He shoved Sambo away.

His strength was astonishing; he pushed Sambo so hard that he staggered and almost fell over.

"Enough!!!"

Danheng erupted.

"Is this funny?!"

"She's already like this..."

"It's already shattered like this..."

Are you going to make fun of her again?!

"Are you going to... torture March again?!"

Danheng pointed to the ground where March 7th was crying so hard he was almost fainting, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you... dare to insult Xing again..."

"If you dare say such irresponsible and crazy things again..."

"Clang—!!"

With the clouds in hand.

The gun tip was pointed at Sambo's throat.

"...Don't blame me...you're welcome!!!"

"I……"

Sambo was stunned.

Looking at Dan Heng's murderous expression, he felt so wronged he wanted to cry.

"I...I'm serious..."

"I really saw it..."

"I'm an honest person... um... I usually like to joke around."

"But this time I really saw it!!!"

"I'm innocent!!"

but.

Nobody believed him.

Even Himeko frowned and cast a reproachful glance at Sambo.

Danheng ignored Sangbo.

He turned around.

Looking at the stars on the coffin.

Looking at that white cloth.

"..."

"Let's go."

Dan Heng said in a low voice.

He bent down.

Carefully.

The star, along with the white cloth, was taken from the coffin...

He picked her up in his arms.

"Danheng?" Bronya was stunned.

Danheng, holding Xing, turned around.

He looked coldly at Bronya, at Seele, and at those who wanted to "keep" the star.

The voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

"The star... won't be buried here."

"It's too cold here."

He glanced at the person in his arms.

"She...is afraid of the cold."

"She doesn't like it here."

"She likes... lively and bustling places."

"I like rummaging through trash cans, I like drinking Himeko's coffee, I like listening to March 7th nagging. I like eating the cement on our train."

Dan Heng raised his head and looked at the Star Train in the sky.

"We'll bring her...back to the train."

"Bring her back to...her favorite place."

"Take her back...to her home."

Even if it means death...

"I want her to...die in her home too."

"Instead of... being pressed under this cold statue."

Done.

Dan Heng no longer looked at anyone.

He carried Xing and strode towards the Star Chariot.

His back view was resolute.

Aloof and proud.

And it also carries a kind of...heartbreakingly deep affection.

……

……

In his arms.

Xing (consciousness) listened to Dan Heng's words that resonated in his chest.

"..."

She suddenly didn't want to move.

I don't want to explain anymore.

The sense of security from being tightly protected completely relaxed her tense nerves.

"call……"

Xing let out a long sigh of relief.

saved.

really……

Danheng is still the most reliable.

Although sometimes I can be a bit stubborn.

Although it can be quite infuriating at times.

but……

take me Home.

This sentence...

sounds so good.

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