Star Iron, but the amount of animation

The hand that was pressing on his right shoulder bent forward and held his neck. The two arms crossed and wrapped around his neck.

The weight was piled on top of the left shoulder, a slightly pointed chin rested on the shoulder, and the cheek was lightly pressed against the cheek, feeling cold to the touch.

Silence is still silence.

But it wasn't the kind of silence that made people feel suffocated.

The silence was like her embrace, comfortable and gentle.

A new feeling appeared on my cheek.

Ice cold water.

It's tears.

"You bastard..."

Jingliu finally spoke, but it was only the first sentence, and it seemed as if he was blaming the boy.

"What's wrong with me?"

"......It took me a long time... to make up my mind......"

The woman's sobbing made him realize clearly that she seemed to be crying.

I cried...

An Jing suddenly felt a little dazed.

When was the last time I saw her cry like this...

It seems... it was a long, long time ago...

At that time, he was so weak that he couldn't even stop a few people from walking away...

"Then I apologize to you..."

When people are immersed in memories, their emotions are always special.

An Jing spoke softly, revealing a rare tenderness.

His gentleness was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely opening the floodgate of rationality, and the river of grievances suddenly poured out.

Jingliu cried, and it was the first time in thousands of years that he cried so miserably.

She did not cry when the boy was shot to death by two hunting arrows, she did not cry at his grand funeral, she did not cry when she turned her sword against her former best friend, and she did not cry when she killed the evil dragon that was almost as strong as him.

But it was just a rare concession, a gentleness, and clearly just a completely meaningless sentence, but it made her cry inconsolably. He was not at all like the mad swordsman who killed people without hesitation and had a heart as cold as iron.

"I...I don't want you to hate me..."

The woman was almost sobbing as she spoke.

"How could that be..."

An Jing actually couldn't understand why she felt that she hated her.

But at times like this, he generally doesn't need to take the initiative to do anything.

Just sit here and make it a spiritual tree hole.

"I really...really miss you...I know you're still alive...I...I don't dare to look for you...I'm afraid that if I see you again...I won't be able to let go forever...You're all I have left..."

"That's fine... If you don't want to let go, then don't. How can I dislike you?"

"What if I follow you all the time... I will go with you wherever you go, I will meet with you whoever you meet, I must cook your meals, you must sleep with me, I must choose your clothes, and you can't lose my sight in your eyes for even a moment..."

As she spoke, bit by bit, her arms embraced him tighter and tighter. That obsession seemed to be transformed bit by bit, becoming deeper and purer, without any impurities left.

Until finally, Jingliu's crying had stopped.

"...That does seem a bit annoying."

An Jing's mouth twitched. He couldn't imagine that kind of life.

She let go.

But his palm remained on the boy's shoulder.

Then, push hard.

Jingliu suddenly pushed the boy down and rode on him.

The woman reached her right hand behind her head and removed the black cloth, revealing eyes that were scarlet and almost as red as solidified blood. Her eye sockets were still red and swollen from crying.

"Then you shouldn't have come to see me..."

She licked her dry, slightly cracked lips: "There's no way back... You're mine... You're mine... You can only be mine!"

Jingliu leaned over and bit the boy's lips hard. She almost used up all her strength, but still failed to bite the boy's lips enough to make them bleed.

A hundred years of longing and struggle turned into crazy possessiveness and love at this moment, making it almost impossible for the woman to control herself.

The surge of emotions was so strong that it could not be expressed in words, but she could not keep them in her heart which had limits any longer. She had to take some measures to release them.

So her hands moved on their own, and the boy's clothes were torn apart, almost into rags, revealing the still thin body underneath, as familiar as it was a hundred years ago.

Similar scenes and bodies seemed to bring back more memories and more similar emotions. The cumbersome battle skirt was extremely troublesome to take off. The armor that she had cherished so much in the past hundred years now made her feel extremely annoying. She tore them all apart almost roughly and threw them onto the muddy ground to the side.

He leaned back slightly, moving his seat from the boy's waist to his legs, and then An Jing's pants were torn into pieces.

Volume 1: Chapter 181: How a Careless Cannon Loader Loads Shells

Jing Liu found that he seemed to have overlooked one thing.

She only noticed the change in the boy's height, but forgot that that place seemed to be counted as part of the body...

It seems... it seems a little... too scary...

The woman thought that she had become much stronger and was definitely able to withstand the ferocious beast that she had not been able to handle a hundred years ago.

But she had never expected it.

She is not the only one who will grow.

For a moment, looking at that thing that was almost as wide as a fist even in normal condition, even the scarlet in the pupils was scared away a little.

But now... there is no way out! Otherwise, she will be too ashamed to see the boy again...

This is just like being afraid of the enemy before fighting, and fleeing with weapons and armor thrown away. It is a great shame and a nightmare that will never be forgotten in this life!

But, but——Having said that...isn’t this a bit too scary?

Of course she knows her own body... It's definitely not the same size, it doesn't match at all...

Anyway, try it first...

The heroic shell loader was trying to aim the shell at the hole and attempt to load it.

But apparently there seemed to be a small mistake in their logistics, and the style of this shell did not quite match the barrel.

Moreover, the loader was a typical rookie, a bit like someone who had not received strict training and was forced to come in to make up the numbers. In the end, he gritted his teeth and forced the soft shell in without any care.

Even though the shell had not yet entered the state of being ready to fire, the barrel had already shown severe deformation and was almost shaky.

If the material used to make the barrel was not extremely tough, it would have broken long ago if it were made of ordinary materials.

But even so, this inexperienced loader had no intention of pulling it out.

She even seemed to be thinking about how to launch the shell.

It also makes people sigh that being uneducated is really terrible.

It's only because her gun barrel is so extraordinary, otherwise it would really be fatal.

Well known.

This type of artillery shell, made of the latest materials, is generally relatively soft before it is ready to be fired.

This is also the main reason why this careless and sloppy loader was able to force a shell with a caliber that was obviously much larger than the barrel into the gun.

But this also creates a problem.

The shells could not be fired.

It's stuck in the barrel.

The loader suddenly realized what was going on.

You must enter the standby state before you can launch.

But how can this shell be put into firing state?

The theoretical performance of the loader is not ideal.

She really couldn't remember it.

Just as she was frowning, gritting her teeth, and taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm and think, the shell suddenly began to change.

The barrel of the gun was visibly stretched out again. This time, even this extremely tough material could not hold up and finally some cracks appeared.

In order to make the operation more convenient for the staff, there is actually a complex neural connection device between the loader and the barrel to facilitate some complex operations.

It was precisely because of this that the bursting of the barrel caused great pain to the loader. Even though she had always had great endurance, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.

What…is going on…?

Jingliu couldn't help but look down.

As we all know, artillery shells also have their own machine souls.

The machine soul was naturally unhappy about being forced into a small and narrow place.

Therefore, it will ignite itself and slowly enter the state ready for launch.

This type of shell is relatively soft at first, but after entering the state ready to be fired, its volume and hardness will slowly increase, until finally, its volume and hardness can even increase several times!

This process is usually slow, which means that every change in the barrel will be clearly felt by the loader, as painful as cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Finally, with a silent crack, the barrel could no longer hold on and broke apart.

Red oil flowed out from the crack. The tremendous pain made the loader lose the frown that originally symbolized that he could still endure it. Instead, he looked at her in astonishment and a confused panic.

That was not the ritual flow of oil from a gun barrel the first time it was fired.

If this continues, her gun barrel will not only crack, but may escalate into a fracture or even shatter!

However, the shell was probably only half loaded. The loader looked at the barrel that was getting bigger and bigger and had already been severely deformed. The pain from the neural link device caused physiological tears to be secreted from the tear glands, and even something began to flow out of his nose and mouth uncontrollably.

But at this moment, a cool and comfortable feeling suddenly came from the barrel.

That is the repair fluid secreted by the shell after detecting damage to the barrel.

It is one of the most technologically advanced things in the world of mankind, and it can repair and strengthen any material to a terrifying level.

At least the loader shouldn't have to worry about her precious barrel shattering into pieces.

But the pain never subsided at all.

Even if the repair fluid strengthens the toughness of the barrel again, this strengthening still has a limit. As the shells are loaded in the process of being launched, they are getting closer and closer to the new limit.

Fortunately, the amount of repair fluid was sufficient, and after continuous repair and reinforcement, it finally supported the size of a shell that was fully ready to fire.

This scene is really terrifying from the loader's perspective.

The barrel was no longer recognizable as a barrel. It had been stretched to the point of almost becoming the shape of a cannonball. The cannonball was so huge that it took up an unknown amount of space in the already small cabin. It even occupied her seat and lifted her up high.

The loader's feet could barely touch the ground.

She looked down.

In fact, the shell was not completely accommodated in the barrel, and a considerable portion of it even leaked out.

She really couldn't imagine how terrible it would be if she stuffed it all in.

At least she didn't dare.

The loader realized his own shortcomings and mistakes, because the punishment was too severe and too harsh. At that moment, the pain transmitted through the neural sensor device made her mistakenly believe that she was going to die.

But soon, new problems arose.

Volume 1: Chapter 182: Big Cannonball Destroys Small Cannon Barrel

What to do next.