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

"General, we need to speak with you about something... about Kafka... um... where is the General?"

Shence Mansion.

The gate was open.

On that enormous general's chair, which symbolized the supreme commander of the Cloud Cavalry, was not the white-haired man who always squinted and slacked off.

Instead.

It's a pink and delicate little... Diviner.

Fu Xuan was sitting upright in that chair that was far too big for her.

Arms on chest.

With eyes closed.

He tried his best to straighten his back, attempting to uphold the dignity that belonged to a general.

Hearing the sound from the doorway, she didn't even lift her eyelids, drawing out her words in a affected, pretentious tone:

"What's the matter?"

"I... cough, I am the Grand Diviner."

"Are you looking for Jing Yuan?"

Fu Xuan slightly raised his chin, his face full of inscrutable meaning:

"He's neglecting his duties; I don't know where he's been slacking off."

"If there's anything, just tell me."

"Even more reliable."

The air was still for a few seconds.

Doorway.

Covered in blood and having just survived a fierce battle, March 7th and Hoshi were stunned.

March 7th blinked.

Looking at Fu Xuan, whose toes barely touched the ground and who sat in the huge chair like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

Then he turned to look at the star next to him.

The two exchanged a glance.

Xing gestured her height expressionlessly, then pointed to the chair.

Although her lips didn't move, the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"puff……"

I just couldn't resist on March 7th.

"Pfft!"

That laugh was like a fuse that ignited a powder keg.

"Who?!"

Fu Xuan, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly opened his eyes.

I saw those two guys at the door trying to suppress their laughter, their faces turning red.

The "general's dignity" that he had worked so hard to maintain collapsed instantly.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Fu Xuan jumped off the chair.

Perhaps because the chair was too high, I stumbled slightly when I landed.

But that didn't stop her from getting angry.

She stood with her hands on her hips, pointing angrily at March 7th and Xing, her pink ponytail trembling:

"Is it that funny?!"

"I... have no intention of actually usurping the throne and becoming a general!"

"Jingyuan's not here, so what's wrong with me sitting here? Can't I even have some fun?!"

"What kind of look is that! It's incredibly disrespectful!!"

Looking at the Grand Diviner who was jumping up and down.

Even Dan Heng, who had been on edge the whole time, showed a hint of helplessness on his pale face.

The higher-ups of this celestial ship...

Why does this feel even less reliable than the March 7th Festival?

"Alright, alright."

In the end, it was that reliable adult who stepped forward.

Walter Young adjusted his glasses and tapped his cane lightly on the ground:

"Taoist Fu Xuan, we do indeed have something urgent to discuss with the general."

"Kafka's matter has been temporarily resolved."

Old Yang's expression turned serious, and he pointed to the three "disabled people" behind him:

"Our current situation is not good."

"Danheng's hand was badly injured, with the bones damaged."

"And stars..."

"We need treatment," Walter said in a deep voice, "especially for Xing's physical condition. I'd like to ask Xianzhou if there's anything we can do."

Hearing about important matters.

Fu Xuan stopped making a fuss.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

He stepped forward, looked at Xing's pitiful chest, and frowned slightly.

"This... is indeed a bit outrageous."

Fu Xuan shook his head.

Then.

She closed her eyes.

The divine eye on his forehead turned slightly, emitting a faint purple light.

Calculate quickly with your fingers.

"Um……"

After a while.

Fu Xuan opened his eyes and nodded confidently:

"I've figured it out."

"The divination indicates that the Gate of Life is in the East, and the benefit lies in the alchemy cauldron."

She raised her hand and pointed into the distance:

"Your injuries are beyond the capabilities of ordinary medical clinics."

"Go directly to the Pill Refining Department."

"There are the best alchemists and medical equipment in the entire Immortal Ship."

At this point, Fu Xuan paused, and as if to demonstrate his reliability, added:

"I'll send a message to the Alchemy Department right now."

"Have them arrange for someone to meet you."

"Go ahead without worry."

Fu Xuan patted his flat chest, making a solemn vow:

"I have already calculated it."

"May this trip be very auspicious."

"Everything will...go smoothly."

The words fell.

A deathly silence fell over the Shence Palace.

March 7th: "..."

Dan Heng: "..."

Walter: "..."

Everyone looked at Fu Xuan with an extremely complicated expression.

"Hello!!"

Fu Xuan keenly sensed something was amiss in the air.

Her face darkened, and she became anxious again:

"What kind of look is that?!"

"What does this mean? What does silence mean?!"

"Do you question my divination?!"

"How could I possibly miscalculate something so trivial?!"

"Let's go! It's so annoying to look at!"

He was berated by the enraged Grand Diviner.

There was nothing anyone could do.

They could only support each other as they left the Shence Mansion.

However, it's at the entrance.

The team split into two groups.

"I won't go."

Walter Yang stopped in his tracks, gazing at the plaque hanging high above the Shence Mansion, a glint of light flashing behind his glasses:

"Some things..."

"I need to ask Jingyuan in person."

Old Yang looked at March 7th and Danheng:

"Take Xing to the Dan Ding Si for treatment."

"Remember, proceed with caution."

March 7th nodded with a pained expression:

"Don't worry, Uncle Yang, as long as nothing unexpected happens..."

Although I always feel that Fu Xuan's "smooth sailing" flag has been planted all over his back.

……

Half an hour later.

Dan Ding Si Ferry Crossing.

The sea breeze is bleak.

A few withered yellow leaves swirled across the empty square.

Let alone the people who were there to meet them.

There wasn't even a ghost in sight.

Only a few unidentified seabirds were defecating on the dock piles.

"Smoothly my foot!!"

March 7th stamped his foot in frustration:

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Lord Fu Xuan's words are a lie!"

"What happened to the promised backup? What happened to the auspicious sign?!"

Dan Heng clutched his still-bleeding arm and cautiously looked around.

Something's not right.

"It's too quiet."

As the most important medical institution in Xianzhou.

Especially after the great chaos, the Dan Ding Division should be bustling with activity.

But now.

It was eerily silent.

There was even a faint, almost imperceptible smell of medicine and burnt food in the air.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Dan Heng gripped the Cloud-Striking Sword tightly in his hand.

The three of them cautiously made their way into the Dan Ding Division.

I just turned a corner.

at last.

A living person appeared ahead.

He was a pharmacist from the Dan Ding Division, dressed in a dark green robe.

He was sneaking along the wall, carrying a bunch of random medicine bottles in his hands, his face full of fear, as if he was hiding from something.

"Great! Someone's here!"

I was just about to go up and say hello on March 7th.

The pharmacist suddenly heard footsteps.

He suddenly turned around.

This turn of the head had a significant impact.

He saw the last star.

The stars at this moment.

The image is indeed a bit...

He was covered in blood (most of it was from the blade, and a small part was his own).

Hair is messy.

Most importantly, there was a dent in her chest, and she was holding a white, bony stick (rib).

And those unwavering golden eyes were staring intently at him.

Under the dim light of the sky.

This is even more monstrous than a monster!

The pharmacist's already taut nerves snapped instantly.

Pupil earthquake.

His mouth was opened as wide as it could go.

A piercing scream was rising in her throat:

"magic……"

Demonic Yin Body!!!

The word hasn't been fully uttered yet.

He hadn't even finished pronouncing the first syllable.

brush!

A gray afterimage vanished from the spot in an instant.

next second.

The pharmacist only felt a blur before his eyes.

A blank face was already pressed against the tip of his nose.

[You think you're so great just because you shout? You think you're so smart?!]

Followed by.

A bloodstained hand rapidly magnified in his vision.

No nonsense.

Without any hesitation.

Physical noise reduction.

"Smack!!!"

A resounding slap, so crisp it even echoed.

The pharmacist rolled his eyes.

He didn't even utter a sound.

He collapsed limply to the ground.

world.

It's quiet now.

March 7th's hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the gesture of greeting:

"Um, hello... uh?"

"no……"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!!!!"

"Xing, what are you doing?!"

"Wait...wait a minute, this isn't really appropriate!"

……

A few minutes later.

On the main road of Dan Ding Si.

A strange combination has emerged.

A pink-haired girl pouting.

A young man with a cold expression, clutching his shoulder.

There's another one...

He was wearing an ill-fitting apothecary robe, with the hood covering most of his face.

He was holding a deer leg that was bigger than a human face.

He walked with a blank expression while mechanically opening his mouth wide.

"Awoo."

P.S.: More to come later. I went to visit relatives and friends for the New Year today and haven't had time to write.