MTL - Lessons on Raising a Partner-Chapter 71 Who and who?

"Brother, will we die?"

"No."

"So why are moms and dads dead?"

"...I don't know, but I won't let you die."

In the more than ten years of the escape cabin, Karl woke up every day to ask August about the problem. He never understood why he and August were so weak and strong, but powerful. The Yajuan family, almost all died.

As he did not understand, why was Lidini, who was originally very light, but he was in his arms at the moment.

"Lidney...Lidney..." Carl gently put Lydney on the ice, and then he rolled over and climbed up, pulling Lidney into his arms and gently tapping his face.

Lydney's face is very cold, because of excessive blood loss, his face is gray, his breathing is very weak, and the wound on his chest is still slowly overflowing with warm blood.

"Lidney..."

"You open your eyes, okay..."

"I beg you... don't leave me..."

Carl squatted on the ice, shouting Lidney's name in a word, tears slammed into Lydney's face, mixed with the cold water.

"Karl!"

"...God" Colin clenched his fist and stood beside Cosson, watching Carl and Lidney whispering with blood.

As soon as they crowded out the crowd, they ran to Karl. As a result, they saw Lidney hit the bullet and fell into the lake.

Cosson rushed forward, pulled Lydney's eyelids, and shook his wrist again. "He still has a heartbeat, no expansion, call the emergency center!"

"It’s too late... It’s too late... It’s just premeditated. Do you think that the emergency center can now send a car to save him!!” Karl yelled at Cosson’s hand and shouted, his eyes red. Full of bloodshot, "The first high-explosive bomb did not hit him. The second time even used a grenade that was banned in a hundred years ago. Where did you see the ordinary riots and use a grenade! !"

The impact of the merchant ship incident a hundred years ago was too great. The empire had to ban the arms company from producing the grenade gun, a non-humanistic weapon. Since then, the grenade gun has gradually disappeared in the interstellar.

The empire has always been strict with the control of arms. The civilians are protected by mechanical police and cannot possess weapons. The attack weapons that some noble people can possess are all equipped with mechs. They must be used in the presence of organic armor. It will not let the mechs enter the flower street through the port of berth, but to avoid the mechanical police who cause raids on the embankment, it will not be an ordinary mob.

Carl is almost unable to control his emotions. He can feel that Lydney’s heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker, and breathing is even more ignorant. “No, no... Don’t leave me, beg you... Deni..."

Colin had already removed his eyes and walked aside. Carl’s crying was very depressed, very low, but with deep despair, tearing his eardrum, Colin took a deep breath and felt that he was about to be taken by this stock. Depression is driving crazy.

A white figure suddenly rushed over and slammed into Lydney, and the sound of the knee bones on the ice was unusually crisp.

That is Hai'an.

After Hai'an suddenly fell by Auguste, he heard his hoarse voice - "Karl! Lidney! Your Majesty!!"

Then Hai's heart suddenly jumped up and the breathing became very short. After a few loud explosions, he heard people screaming and crying, and Auguste would take him from a moment. When he got up, Hai'an looked up and saw that the ice that had been standing by Lydney and Karl had now become a blood pool.

The strong **** smell makes Hai'an have a vomiting *.

Not far away, several mobs shot at the innocent people with machine guns, pleasing their lives, the smashed flesh and blood blew the ice, and the dead bodies of the dead gradually stiffened in the cold wind. Many people have died. Hai'an can feel the gradual expansion of death around him, and Lidini, the life closest to him, his life is gradually disappearing.

Hai'an subconsciously ran to Lidini, stumbling on the ice, a piece of green vines growing under his feet, paving a smooth road for him, and quickly disappeared after he left.

"Hey!" Auguste quickly chased it up. In the current chaotic situation, Hai'an is simply a moving target, and the green vines are so obvious on the sky blue ice. However, Hai'an was eager to mobilize the elements of the wind, and Auguste could not catch up with him for a while.

Without the pain of his knees, Hai'an sat down, his hand sticking to Lydney's chest, gasping with a big mouth, and silently reading the magic term of healing.

But after a long time, there was no reaction at all, and Lydney’s heartbeat stopped beating at this time.

Hai'an tried to calm his trembling hands and clenched his teeth. "I will save you..."

He didn't want to see anyone leaving in front of him.

Like miracles, Hai'an's fingertips gradually shed crystal clear white spots, with a slight heat, Lidini's wounds covered densely, and the last glare of golden light flashed, waiting for Hai'an After the hand was removed, the original **** wound on Lydney's chest disappeared.

Instead, it is smooth and hot, without any damage to the skin, as if it has never been hurt.

Lydney’s body temperature began to rise again, his heartbeat became strong, his face became rosy, his breathing was steady, he ignored his wet hair and wrinkled clothes, and now he looks like he is asleep. Just as serene.

The mechanical police had arrived, shot and killed the mob, and calmed the storm, but those who died would never open their eyes again.

They came to the embankment with hope and hope for the new year. They may still laugh and laugh at the last moment, but the next moment is a **** of blood. Some people are deadly, and they don’t know what happened when they die. Some people broke their legs and legs after a shot, and they struggled to mourn and die.

Leave infinite grief and despair to the living.

Hai'an breathed a deep breath and sat back, but leaned on August's leg.

He looked up at Auguste, and Auguste bent over and hugged him from the cold ice, his face calming. "Go back first, Corson, you stayed for Jieming."

"Good." Colin ran away after a sigh of relief.

"Need me to help?" Colin looked at Carl's cautiously swaying Lidney and asked.

The wound in front of Carl's chest has not been dealt with. The Asian Julong can blend all metal prostheses. As long as it does not hurt the head, no matter how serious the body is injured, it will not die, but even then, the injury will be painful.

And Carl's injury is not necessarily lighter than Lydney.

But Karl shook his head, and Lidini’s movements were so soft that he was afraid of hurting his arms. “No, I’ll come by myself.”

He needs to make sure that Lidney is still alive.

Live well in his arms.

Carl didn't dare to think back to the picture. He didn't know if he wouldn't be mad if he didn't save Lidney in the end, but he can be sure that he will die with Lydney.

From then on it became a machine of revenge.

This is absolutely premeditated. It is only that Karl is still unable to determine which side of the people are doing it. Both the Liberal Union and the Empire have great suspicions.

As Auguste said, what they bring is not the future of peace, but endless blood and killing.

On the shoulder of Auguste, Hai An squatted a face tightly into August's neck. Both hands hung on August's neck and closed his eyes. The elf brought death. The desperate atmosphere is very sensitive, and the smell of strong **** smoldering and charred body in the air of the **** makes him very uncomfortable.

"Oh, nothing." Colin followed Beth, looking worried at Haian.

Auguste reached out and touched Hai's head and held him tighter. "It should be fine."

"Auguster, you have to be careful, look at him..." Colin frowned, and paused to continue, "...is likely to have been eyeing."

"I know," Auguste's eyes looked straight ahead and his tone was firm. "But I won't let him get hurt."

In the church of Ernie,

"... hope that you will be born again in pain, and that your soul will rest in peace..."

Paladin sat in front of the table in the corner of the church, flipping his eyes and flipping the Bible, and chanting his eulogy.

There was a buzzing sound at the door, and Ye Shu came back with Lorenzo.

"He is not dead." Ye Shu said softly after walking to Paladin.

"It’s not dead..." Paladin sighed and closed the Bible, closing her eyes and turning around Ye’s waist.

Uncle Ye caressed his smooth silver hair. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Lorenzo ignored them and went to the other side of the table to sit down, take the harp, and twirled a few times, the strings made a pleasant sound, Lorenzo closed his eyes and began to sing -

"...the end of the road covered with fallen leaves is the eternal refuge, bringing the blessings of Ernie to every bleed land..."

The peculiar character of the harp is crystal-clear, such as the dew-like music echoing in the empty church, Lorenzo's clean and gentle singing accompanied by the sound of the piano, like the moonlight rushing out from the night, giving the supreme Music enjoyment.

"Lorenzo... I hope that your eyes will see the beauty of the world, not like Dean... a glimpse into the bleak cemetery..."

Paladin's head was buried in Ye Shu's arms, and the voice was muffled, but it was very clear.

When Lorenzo heard it, the hand that plucked the harp slammed a loud sound, and the song screamed abruptly. The strings broke and broke Lorenzo's fingers.

"Tick--"

That is the sound of blood falling to the ground.