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

Qi Ye rolled twice on the ground, clutching his leg, before remembering that he still had a healing light cone on him.

He quickly activated "Painful Flight," and a warm, pale golden light enveloped the fracture site.

The pain subsided within seconds, and the fracture healed at a visible speed.

His leg was healed, but he didn't stand up immediately.

Because Starbuck was standing next to him, his two little hands waving frantically.

Her round little face was filled with panic and guilt.

"Starry Night! Starry Night! Starry Night!"

She squatted down beside Qi Ye's legs, pointed with her little finger to the spot where she had just broken her leg, and then pointed to her fist.

She just wanted to punch him, not really break his leg.

Qi Ye peeked at her expression through his fingers and decided to act a little longer.

He closed his eyes again, rolled around on the ground, and cried out in an exaggerated sobbing voice:

"My leg, my leg is broken! It hurts so much! I'm going to die!"

"I'll never be able to walk again! I'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life! And we can't even afford a wheelchair!"

"Starbucks! Starbucks, Starbucks!"

Starbuck was so anxious that he circled around his head.

Just then, the footsteps of March 7th came from the edge of the square.

She had just seen Walter take a photo with his own statue.

Turning around, I realized that Qi Ye and Xing were not where they were. I followed the sound and came over.

Then she saw the round little doll on the ground.

March 7th's eyes lit up instantly.

She rushed over in three strides and scooped up Star Bhikkhu from the ground.

She held it up in both hands, her face showing an expression of being so overwhelmed by its cuteness that she was almost intoxicated.

"Oh my god, what is this! Where are the stars?"

This looks just like a star! So small! So soft! Look, she even has a helmet!

As she spoke, she rubbed the Starbucks sticker against her face, her voice becoming shrill.

"Where did you come from? You're so cute! Can I take you home and keep you as a pet?!"

"Starbucks! Starbucks, Starbucks!"

Xingbi struggled in her arms, pointing her little finger at Qiye, who was still rolling on the ground.

I tried to tell her that there was an injured person over there who needed attention.

March 7th completely missed her point.

She held the star-shaped bhikkhu in her hands, looking at it from left to right, and liked it more and more the more she looked at it.

They even started investigating whether her little helmet could be taken off.

Is this helmet just for decoration or can it actually be worn?

Why do you keep calling me Xingbi? Can't you say anything else?

Are you hungry? I have some cookies, would you like some?

A cough came from the ground.

It was only on March 7th that he noticed a humanoid object wriggling at his feet.

She glanced down and nudged Qiye's elbow with her foot:

"Why are you lying on the ground? Aren't you cold?"

By the way, did you see Xing? This little cutie looks just like her.

"I've been rolling around here for a while, and the first thing you saw was her."

Qi Ye's tone carried a hint of resentment at being neglected.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he casually brushed the snow off himself, stood up, straightened his collar, and pretended that nothing had just occurred.

March 7th glanced at him:

"Weren't you just acting like your leg was about to break? How come you're better so quickly?"

After saying that, he continued to rub his face against Xingbiqiubi.

He stood up and dusted off his pants.

Then he heard a microphone test with an echo coming from the high platform in the square:

"Hello, okay, no problem!"

Fellow residents of Belleburg!

I'm in a good mood today, so I'll sing "Siberian Memories" for everyone!

This is something I created myself back when I was fighting the Law Master on the snowy plains.

Although not many people have heard of it, you're in for a treat today!

Walter had already stood in the center of the platform, and a microphone had appeared in his hand at some point.

He was standing on a wooden box that he had somehow moved there.

A circle of residents, still caught up in the atmosphere of "Yang Chaoyue Square," had gathered around the area and hadn't had time to disperse.

March 7th stood to the side, still holding the little mascot in her arms.

She looked at Walter, who was clearing his throat on the platform.

Then she looked at Qiye, who was rubbing her knees next to her, and her expression changed from "So cute" to "What should I do?"

"...Is Uncle Yang really going to hold a concert?"

Qi Ye also looked at the platform: "Judging from this, he has even prepared the music."

"When can we get back to the train?"

Qi Ye thought for a moment: "Once he finishes singing this song, we'll probably be able to persuade him to go back."

March 7th glanced at the little mascot in her arms, which was trying to break free from her embrace.

He glanced again at Walter on the platform, who was signaling the crowd to quiet down.

Then she let out a long sigh:

"I think I'll probably never be able to get back on that train in my lifetime!"

Later events proved that Qiye was right.

Walter sang a total of seven songs, from "Siberian Memories" to "Anti-Entropy War Song".

From "Herrscher, Begone" to "This Is the Last Time I'm Saying Goodbye"

She also added a song she composed on the spot, "Yang Chaoyue Square Theme Song," halfway through the performance.

As soon as light snow began to fall, the crowd in the square gradually dispersed.

He reluctantly put down the microphone and turned to look at Qixing.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"We're waiting for you to finish singing," said Qiye.

"We're done singing. Let's go."

Walter jumped down from the platform and brushed the snow off his coat.

"I'm in a good mood today, I'll treat you to soup when I get back."

"Let's keep singing tomorrow!"

Everyone was speechless.

And so we stayed in Belleburg for several more days.

The next afternoon, Qi Ye was bored when hope Er said she wanted to show her father the cooking skills she had learned over the years.

He gladly accepted the invitation, and even brought along Starbucks, since she wasn't very old and he could just put her on his shoulder.

Bronya had already warned Seele about her current cooking skills.

But Qiye didn't think that a mere meal could cause such a big deal.

He's had Himeko's coffee before, so how could it be worse than hers?

As it turned out, Seele's destructive power in the kitchen far exceeded his expectations.

She can drop the knife while cutting an onion and it flies up to the ceiling.

I kicked the door sill several times while pouring the oil into the pan.

Finally, after much effort, a plate of stir-fried dishes that looked fairly normal was brought out, and Qi Ye picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Before he could even chew, his pupils dilated suddenly, and then he fell straight backward.

A whole slideshow flashed before my eyes.

Every day he lived in this world, every death, every resurrection.

The face of everyone he knew was finally captured in a single line of text:

The cause of death was eating the food his daughter had cooked.

He closed his eyes, preparing to welcome the fifty-first resurrection.

I do not know how long it has been

When Qiye woke up, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar bed with a swaying miner's lamp above her head.

He turned his head and saw a little girl wearing a yellow woolen hat squatting by the bed.

Hook's two little hands were clutching his collar, and he had a kind smile on his face that was completely unlike that of an eight-year-old.

How should I put it? The expression on her face was like a kindergarten teacher watching a child who had fallen down.

It's like an elderly mother waiting for her son, who's still in bed, to get up and have breakfast.

"Baby, are you awake?"

What did you just eat?

I used the power of the light cone you gave me.

How come you slept for several hours?

Qi Ye paused for two seconds, then asked, "...What did you call me?"

"My darling, every night."

Hook blinked.

"Nightly Baby, isn't it nice to listen to?"

Qi Ye stared with his mouth agape at the little girl in front of him who was calling him "Ye Ye Baby" in a very serious manner.

I also remembered that I had sold a light cone to Hook before, and this seemed to be one of the side effects.

"Baby, does your head still hurt?"

Does your stomach still hurt? Do you want some water? Boss Hook will get you some.

Dr. Natasha said that after you wake up, you should drink plenty of water and avoid eating junk food.

Although you used to be a garbage can, now you're a human being, and humans can't eat garbage.

As he spoke, Hook reached out to touch his forehead to check his temperature.

Qi Ye opened her mouth, looking at her kind and busy appearance.

Suddenly, an extremely absurd name popped into my head.

He has a problem: his mouth talks faster than his brain.

By the time he realized he shouldn't have said it, it had already slipped out of his mouth.

"Loli Mommy"

Hook paused, tilting his head to look at him:

"Loli Mom? Is that a nickname?"

That Hook is your little mom!

"My sweet baby, Mommy's here every night, don't be afraid."

As she spoke, she rushed over and hugged Qiye's neck, patted his back, and her kind expression deepened.

Qi Ye let Hook hang around his neck.

I feel like my conscience is being repeatedly torn apart by an eight-year-old little girl.

Next to her, Starbuck sat on the pillow, its short legs swinging back and forth.

He looked at him with an envious gaze, and then uttered a meaningful "Starbucks".