Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Qiye's body fell forward.

There was a hole through his chest, and blood was gushing out of it.

It stained his shirt a dark red.

It dripped down the hem of his clothes and onto the ground, forming a small, ever-expanding pool of blood.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils had begun to dilate.

Fu Xuan ignored Ting Yun's words and simply caught him in a daze.

She knelt on the ground, put her hands under his armpits, and pulled him into her arms.

One hand instinctively pressed against the wound on his chest, as if pressing hard enough would stop the blood from flowing out.

But it was clearly no use; blood seeped from between her fingers and dripped onto her body.

Jingliu jumped down from Qiye's head, stumbled and pounced to his side, grabbing his clothes with her little hands.

Her white hair was still stained with Qi Ye's blood, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"My disciple... you promised you wouldn't break your word this time. You made a pinky promise with me. You said it."

She imitated how Qiye had treated his wounds, pressing her small hands against his chest in an attempt to freeze the wound.

She lowered her head, looking at her small and powerless hands, and tears finally fell.

One by one, the stones struck the bloodstains on Qi Ye's chest, splashing red water.

"My disciple... how come I failed to protect you again..."

Xing was completely stunned. Looking at the hideous piercing through Qi Ye's chest, she felt a genuine panic for the first time.

But she subconsciously glanced at the favorability rating above her head and found that it was still there.

Xing instantly understood. It was the same old trick again, the same old routine that looked like the dead were actually fine.

Her lips twitched, and she instantly went from being shocked back to her calm and collected demeanor, as if she had seen through everything.

He raised his hand and grabbed March 7, who was about to rush up to mourn.

March 7th was completely panicked, looking at the blood all over the ground.

Seeing Qi Ye lying motionless in Fu Xuan's arms, his voice was trembling with sobs.

"Qiye! Qiye, don't scare me!! How could you...?"

Just as she was about to pounce, Xing grabbed her arm tightly, pulling her so hard she couldn't move an inch.

March 7th turned around in a daze, his face full of anxiety.

"Xing? Why are you pulling me! He's already..."

Xing lowered her voice and whispered.

"Don't worry, he's not dead."

March 7th was stunned on the spot.

"Huh? He's not dead? He was stabbed right through the heart and he's still alive??"

She stared at Qiye's pale face for two seconds, recalling the scene at the Black Tower Space Station.

They realized everything in an instant.

Good grief, it's all an act again, another one of those ridiculous tricks to fake death and manipulate everyone's emotions.

On March 7th, she suddenly stopped crying, feeling both angry and amused, and forced back most of her tears.

He glared at the person lying on the ground, gritting his teeth.

Sure, very much so. As always, they love creating these kinds of scary effects for their shows.

Walter was unaware of this at the time.

His anger even overwhelmed the side effects of the light cone, and overwhelmed all his arrogance and haughtiness.

He raised his right hand and pressed his five fingers down sharply.

"Outrageous! You're courting death!"

A terrifying gravitational field descended from the sky and slammed into Tingyun.

Her body was slammed hard against the ground by that invisible force, her knees hitting the cracked stone slab with a thud.

It smashed two deep craters, and countless cracks ripped out of the floor in all directions from her.

Tingyun was pressed down and lay face down on the ground.

But that didn't stop her from continuing to laugh.

She struggled to lift her head, enduring the weight, and managed to force out a broken laugh.

"You're getting angry already? I just saved you some trouble."

"You guys are so noisy! I've been listening to you bickering the whole way, and I'm fed up."

"Now it's all good, the noisiest one is gone."

You wouldn't believe it, but that's exactly what I wanted to do.

"You've been patient enough, haven't you?"

Yanqing took a step forward, drew his longsword, and pointed it at Tingyun, who was still laughing wildly on the ground. He spoke angrily.

"Who are you?! Why did you kill him?!"

He was just rescuing Yunqi soldiers; he's also saved people I know before. He's a good person!

Tingyun was pressed down by gravity and could barely breathe, but her laughter grew louder and louder.

Then a ball of fire emerged from her body; it was a gigantic phantom.

"Who am I? I am the Lord of Annihilation, the messenger of Nanuk, the God of Destruction."

"You ants have been fighting for so long; I was planning to give you a grand entrance after the Jianmu tree revived."

"As a result, you ruined the stage I had carefully arranged."

"My carefully prepared entrance was completely ruined by that bespectacled guy."

"Since the stage is gone, I'll just have to build one myself."

She looked down at the body of Qi Ye on the ground, which was gradually losing its warmth.

The corners of his mouth still held that pleasant curve, as if he were merely commenting on a dish that wasn't quite to his liking.

"This man is the most interesting one among you, and also the most dangerous. I've known that for a long time."

"So take care of him first, and the rest will be much easier to deal with."

The entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Fu Xuan held Qi Ye in his arms, his head bowed, his face covered in blood.

She realized that she couldn't do anything right now.

She can use the Qiong Guan Zhen (穷观阵) technique to deduce countless future trajectories and predict every enemy attack.

But it cannot bring a person back to life.

She gambled everything on the reunion, only to be rewarded with a gradually cooling corpse.

She lowered her head and buried her face in Qi Ye's hair.

"...I failed to protect you."

"You died the same way last time... You were dismembered, torn to pieces, to protect me."

"I waited so many years for you to come back, and then you..."

She didn't finish speaking because she couldn't continue.

Just when she was in despair, she suddenly heard a heartbeat.

She even thought she was hallucinating, but she soon realized that Qiye's finger had moved.

Qi Ye lay in Fu Xuan's arms, and it took a lot of effort to move her head out of Fu Xuan's shoulder.

He squinted at the dark, laughing phantom in mid-air and uttered a light, dismissive remark.

"So your grand entrance was all about opening your heart?"

"Am I the first person to have their heart squeezed by the Great Lord of Annihilation? That's quite an honor."

Fu Xuan's expression changed from blank to incredulous:

"You...you're not dead?!"

"Your heart clearly stopped just now! I pressed on your wound myself, and blood was everywhere!"

Qi Ye raised her finger and pointed to the empty hole in her chest.

"It's nothing serious, just a broken heart, it's not a big deal!"

My light cone effect is still active; as long as I'm not instantly killed, I can recover from any level of damage.

"Your heartbeat stopped for a moment just now; that was just the resurrection bar loading. It'll be fine in a bit."

"But you almost choked me so badly I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't wake up even if I wanted to."

He turned to look at Jingliu, who was still lying on his chest looking completely bewildered, and patted her head.

"Master, don't cry, your ice crystals are effective."

It froze some of my blood vessels, slowing down blood flow and allowing me to recover faster.

You are the best loli master in the entire universe.

Jingliu paused for a moment, then suddenly buried his face in the not-yet-fully-healed wound on Qiye's chest.

He let out a loud cry.

She cried as she pounded Qi Ye's shoulder with her little fists, mumbling incoherently.

"You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me."

She pounded him several times before raising her head again, glaring at him with her red, tear-stained eyes.

"No more! No! Otherwise I'll punish you by making you copy the sword manual ten thousand times!"

No coats allowed in winter! No ice cream allowed in summer!

Qi Ye smiled and replied "Okay," then stood up, supporting Fu Xuan's shoulder.

The hole in his chest was still there, but the light cone effect continued to operate within his body.

The torn blood vessels and muscle tissue are regrowing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The new heart shape is gradually taking shape in the chest cavity.

But none of this prevented him from raising his head.

She looked at Huanlong with a smile as if her heart had just been crushed and she had only done a blood donation for free.

Then he extended his index finger and beckoned to her.

"I just heard you say that you ruined the entire stage, so you have to build one yourself?"

"Your stage, I'm sorry, it was gone the moment it was released into the black hole."

He clapped his hands, tilted his head to look at Huanlong, and his lips curled up even higher.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. The heart you just squeezed has healed completely."

If you want to dig something out next time, I suggest digging out your brain.

But you probably won't have a next time.

Huanlong's smile froze for a moment.

She looked down at the man who, despite having his heart crushed, was still spouting nonsense.

Looking at his chest cavity where his heart had regrown.

Looking at his comrades behind him, who were gathering their formation in preparation for a counterattack.

Suddenly I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake.

She chose the person who was the hardest to kill as a sacrifice to establish her authority.

"...What exactly are you?"

Qi Ye straightened his tattered collar and said seriously:

"I'm just a light cone vendor, and part-time wet nurse. I'm honest and fair to everyone."