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

Imprisonment.

Outside the interrogation room.

March 7th crossed his arms, rubbed his arms incessantly, and paced back and forth.

"This is outrageous!"

"Why?! Why are we all out here, but Xing is locked up inside all by herself?"

She glared angrily at the tightly closed black iron gate.

Just now.

After a series of extremely tedious identity verifications.

Walter, Danheng, and even the noisy March 7th have all been confirmed to have no signs of "demonic possession" and have been temporarily cleared of suspicion.

Only the stars.

no way.

Who can blame her for having such a "unique" appearance?

With half of his body exposed, revealing stark white bones, this appearance would make even stray dogs on the street give way, let alone the judges of the Ten Kings Division.

They don't look like living people at all.

It looks more like a corpse that has just crawled out of its grave and is taking a stroll.

……

Inside the interrogation room.

The lights were a stark white, and felt utterly cold on my face.

Xing sat in a specially made metal chair.

"Name."

The underworld official had a stern face, and the pen in his hand clattered loudly on the table.

Xing didn't say anything.

She simply raised her still-intact right hand and picked up the marker on the table.

Galaxy Baseball Man

The messenger's eye twitched violently.

"...What is the purpose of coming to the Immortal Ship?"

Xing blinked.

[rummaging through the trash cans]

Finished.

She added a very vivid sketch—a stick figure burying its head in a trash can, with a big heart drawn next to it.

Click.

The pen in the messenger's hand was snapped in two.

Ink splattered all over my hand.

Deceiving too much!

This is simply a blatant provocation against the authority of the Ten Kings!

"Are you kidding me?!"

"One last question! Don't give me that smirk!"

"Are you a demon in disguise?!"

The atmosphere in the interrogation room froze instantly.

Xing raised her head.

His face was completely numb.

She wiped the board, then looked at the underworld messenger with the kind of look one would give someone who was mentally challenged.

At last.

He slammed the board on the table.

No. I'm Konjac Jelly.

……

Dead silence.

A deathly silence fell over the interrogation room for three seconds.

The underworld messenger stared wide-eyed at the three words, his head buzzing.

Is Konjac cool?

What is that thing?

Is it a new kind of abomination?

Or is it some kind of ancient and evil code name?

next second.

Rage overwhelmed reason.

"What the hell is this konjac dessert?!"

boom! !

The messenger slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups to jump and spill scalding tea all over the floor.

"Get serious!!"

"This is the prison, not your marketplace! If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll..."

……

Boom! ...

Before he could finish speaking...

A deafening roar interrupted the underworld official's roar.

Followed by.

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.

The wall on the side of the interrogation room was violently smashed down from the outside.

The underworld official was so frightened that he almost crawled under the table.

"W-What's going on? A prison break?!"

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

A tall, slender figure stood expressionless amidst the ruins.

His blue robe was spotless.

A trace of terrifying wind pressure still lingered on the tip of the Cloud-Striking Spear.

It was indeed Danheng.

He acted as if he had just done something insignificant, without even lifting his eyelids.

He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket.

He gently wiped away non-existent dust from the tip of the gun.

The movements were elegant and composed.

then.

He raised his head, his cold eyes sweeping over the underworld official indifferently.

His tone was so calm it was infuriating:

"Feel sorry."

"The doors here are so hard to find."

"I was just trying to knock on the door to ask for directions, but... my hand slipped."

"Keep asking, I'll just look and not say anything."

Messenger of the Underworld: "???"

You call this a slip of the hand?

Are you trying to tear down the prison?!

Before the underworld messenger could react...

Boom, boom.

A chilling sound rang out as the bowstring tightened.

March 7th peeked out from the hole behind Danheng.

The bow in his hand was drawn to its fullest extent, and the chilling aura of the Six Phases Ice condensed on the arrow, even freezing into tiny ice crystals in the air.

She tilted her head, blinked her big eyes, and looked completely innocent.

"Oh dear, this bow doesn't seem to be behaving very well."

"I always want to fly onto someone's knee."

"You, you all..."

The messenger's legs went weak.

……

"presumptuous--!!"

A sharp shout rang out.

Xueyi's figure appeared instantly at the door of the interrogation room.

"How dare you do this in the prison...!"

"Snow-Clad Judge, wait a moment."

A languid, magnetic voice, yet carrying an irresistible air of authority, slowly cut in.

It's like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain.

The tense killing intent in the air dissipated instantly.

Everyone turned their heads.

A tall figure emerged slowly from the shadows, hands behind his back.

Her white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her golden eyes smiled.

Behind him followed the warden of the slum, who was covered in sweat and constantly wiping it away.

General Jingyuan of the Luofu Cloud Cavalry.

At this moment, he looked like a wealthy old man taking a stroll, with his signature, enigmatic smile on his face.

"Oh dear."

Jing Yuan glanced at the large hole that Dan Heng had smashed, then looked at Xing on the chair.

Finally, his gaze swept over the few pebbles.

He clicked his tongue twice.

"This is like a flood washing away the Dragon King Temple!"

He turned to look at Xueyi, his tone gentle, but the oppressive aura of a superior was palpable:

"The Judge in Snow Robes"

"These are all distinguished guests that even our Immortal Ship couldn't invite."

"How could you imprison such a gloomy and terrifying place as a prison?"

talking.

He glanced at the terrified underworld official, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Haven't you seen her yet? Hurry up and bring out this... um, Miss Galaxy Baseball Man."

Messenger of the Underworld: "Ah? Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

He frantically pulled out the key and released Xing.

Xing rubbed her wrist.

stand up.

Silently, he stuffed the sign that read "Konjac Delight" into his pocket.

Keep it; you can use it next time.

……

The farce inexplicably ended thanks to Jingyuan's attempts to smooth things over.

The group left the interrogation room.

We arrived at a slightly more spacious corridor.

The atmosphere had eased, but it had become even more delicate.

Jing Yuan's gaze kept falling on the young man in the blue robe, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

That look in his eyes.

It's very complicated.

It's as if through this young, aloof face, I see a shadow from a long, long time ago.

There is nostalgia, regret, and a deep sadness.

"Long time no see."

"Old friend."