Overturned Tower

It was clearly the sunshine at noon, but it made Hang Shao feel cold in his heart.

...For some reason, when he gets along with Xiaoya, he always thinks of the pain of the past.

Thinking of my mother hugging me with a smile, thinking of myself showing off what I had learned in her arms, thinking of the worries hidden in the smile on my mother's face...

Thinking of the strawberry cake that fell to the ground that day, and her dying cry.

——So much so that he remembered his own name. Hated by him, disgusted by him... a name that he fears separation from.

Great hero.

Am I worthy?

I'll get a few.

No matter how bad a hero is, he will never be unable to save even one person.

He didn't even dare to mention his name to others... If he did, he would be curiously asked, "Since you are called a 'great hero', who have you saved?"

He was afraid of such questions.

The answer is zero.

In the end, "strangling" can't save anyone, not even yourself. People around him died one after another, and the things he valued withered one after another. He felt nothing but his own weakness and incompetence.

Because he is weak, he never dares to say anything and guarantee anything; because he is incompetent, he never dares to put his true wishes on the stage and inform others of his goals. In this way, he can retain his final dignity from infinite failure...

"……not like this."

The girl with wavy golden hair and dark blue eyes shook her head vigorously with tears in her eyes.

When she heard the self-deprecating words of Hangzhou, she burst into tears.

The wound is very painful...the burning pain is getting clearer and clearer from the broken part of the tail.

But she didn't cry out of pain. I just feel a little inexplicably aggrieved because of it.

And this kind of grievance, when Hangsha lowered his head and felt sorry for himself, turned into sadness and welled up in his eyes.

"You saved me... you endured the severe pain after the operation and saved me from being useless..."

Xiaoya sobbed: "I am the one who is useless..."

She could inexplicably feel the self-mockery in Hangzhou's heart, and she was angry because of it - angry at the pain of the past that was always lingering around her benefactor, and also sympathetic to her own incompetence.

——She can understand the mood of strangulation.

Because she is also so weak and incompetent. When she is attacked, someone else must come to her rescue. Just like the princess kidnapped by the devil in a fairy tale.

But she is not a princess after all.

She does not have a father who is a king, she herself has no money, and she is not lovable enough. She is just an unwanted ornamental fish with nothing to offer. She cannot fight, has no psychic powers, and cannot awaken the power of the Holy Order.

But even so, she was always loved and protected by people. The people who helped her died one after another, and she witnessed the death of the old people who loved her one after another...

The more this happened, the more guilty she felt. Because she couldn't do anything decent in return, she could only do her best to help others. In this way, I hope that my incompetent self can repay the kindness of others for helping me as much as possible before I die.

Because of this, she could clearly feel that the essence of strangulation was the same as hers.

He was just a little more careful than he was... because he had suffered deeper injuries and instinctively wanted to protect himself. That's why he hid his soft essence inside a hard shell. As time went by, he even forgot about himself.

"Mr. Strangler...at this moment, you are my hero!"

Strangler's pupils shrank slightly. His fingers that touched Xiaoya's hair were retracted like an electric shock.

Xiaoya did not hesitate, and used her last strength to speak out what was in her heart: "Even if I am the only one who will remember your kindness...I will never forget it. There is a person who has not yet completed the operation and is facing the pain." Painful, he rushed over and saved me from the gunpoint, who had nothing to do with him.

"I will never forget it until I die! I will absolutely, absolutely never forget it!"

She used all her strength and shouted with all her strength.

But even so, her voice was still not loud. Due to her excessive weakness, her voice sounded like a murmur in the night. The explosions outside covered up many of her words...but this was the only sentence she hoped she could hear.

Just shouting these words with all her strength would make her feel dizzy, and she would feel severe pain from her severed tail - but she still tried her best, hoping that the strangle could sense her sincerity.

Because she had felt it, her consciousness began to fade away. If it weren't for the fear of death before, she might have been in a coma now. But being scared like this once before suddenly made her energetic again.

Now that this obsession was gone, she felt that she might fall asleep at any time.

If you fall asleep this time, you may not wake up.

So no matter what, she had to convey her feelings to Mr. Strangler before falling asleep.

Otherwise she will definitely regret it - she will regret it until she dies!

"……ah."

Hangsha opened his mouth, wanting to say a lot of things, but nothing came out.

Only at this time will he hate his own reticence and regret his lack of education.

"……Thanks."

He was silent for a long time, and still could only say in a low voice: "Thank you for trusting me...

"No, don't waste any time - your wounds still need to be treated."

He now became unconcerned as to why the fight was fought.

He picked Xiaoya up from the ground and held her sideways in his arms, being careful not to touch the base of her broken tail.

This was much simpler than he thought... He also didn't expect that Xiaoya would be so light.

Is this the weight a girl of this age should weigh?

Or is it because she lacks a big tail that she becomes like this?

Strangler hesitated for a moment, then picked up the tail from the ground and put it on his shoulder.

He didn't know if he could take it back. It’s better to pick it up first, since it’s not too heavy for him anyway.

Xiaoya, who was held in Hangsha's arms, suddenly left the cold floor and her body temperature became very low. She even felt hot because of the fiery temperature of Hangsha's body.

But at this time, this "spicy" hug made her feel so at ease. The strangled embrace is like a pot of hot soup with red oil. As if she were soaking in slightly hot spring water, she felt intensely sleepy and might fall asleep at any time.

"Don't fall asleep."

Hangzhou noticed Xiaoya's sleepy expression in his arms and whispered.

His low voice is like a lion's roar, and his very low voice is like a bass sound that can make people's hearts tremble. It immediately restored some energy.

"Um……"

Xiaoya murmured unconsciously.

Suddenly relaxed, she felt like she was gradually melting into the pot of red oily soup.

"Talk to me, Xiaoya."

Strangling said.

"say what……"

"... Just say whatever you want."

Strangler didn't know what he should let the injured say at this time.

But soon he wouldn't have to think anymore.

"Buzz——"

"Buzz——"

Because at this moment, many drones flew over and surrounded him.

Like being surrounded by a swarm of wasps, the buzzes overlapped and resonated. It was a cringeworthy buzz.

Xiaoya was also awakened by the buzzer - she immediately realized what had happened.

She patted Zhuangzhu's arm hard without hesitation. But it was like being photographed against a hard stone, and Strangler was completely unmoved.

"Run quickly..."

She struggled and said: "This is the company's security drone... They will track murderers and suspected criminals without scales, and then explode..."

"Ah, I've seen it before."

Strangler replied calmly: "It's not a big problem...but your tail may not be saved. You probably need to replace it with a prosthetic body."

As he spoke, a ray of light turned into a barrier, wrapping Xiaoya in his arms layer by layer.

This time, he didn't plan to carry Xiaoya behind him anymore.

He changed the position of holding her - like carrying a bag of rice. Although it didn't look good, it freed up one of his hands.

"...Will I drag you down?"

When Xiaoya saw this, she was silent for a while and then asked in Hangsha's ear.

She said firmly: "Put me down. If you use your magic to protect me... none of us will survive.

"They won't hurt me...because I am a scaled person, and I have never killed anyone, really..."

"I do not believe."

Strangler replied flatly: "I don't dare to bet. And you must get treatment immediately... I put you here, there is no difference from killing you."

"But I have nothing to do with you, Mr. Strangler..."

Xiaoya's voice turned into a sob again.

She hated that she was so incompetent that she could only cry when faced with this kind of thing...even her existence itself would drag down the strangulation.

She had seen Strangler's light shield - it was his strongest defense and the starting point of his abilities.

If it were used to protect oneself... Mr. Strangler might not get into trouble at all...

"You just said that I am a hero. There is never a hero who can run away."

"But... one alive is better than two dead..."

"Someone has said that before. But I regretted it later."

——I don’t want to regret this time.

he said.

Strangler looked at the approaching drones and slowly clenched his fists. Then slowly let go.

Finally letting go of "prioritizing saving his own life", he felt nothing but regret... and only joy and relaxation.

Maybe he should have died long ago. he thought.

"If I don't succeed, we will die together."

Mahavira whispered: "But I will try my best to rush forward some distance. With luck, we will all be saved."

“Either die together or live together.

"Wish me good luck, Xiaoya."

The next moment, Mahavira did not hesitate - rushing towards the direction of the previous prosthetic clinic.

Last night I had difficulty breathing when I was lying on my back, so I had to lie on my side to fall asleep. So I measured my blood oxygen during the day today, and the result was down to 93%... After taking a few breaths of oxygen, it returned to 95%-97%, which was a little scary.

The specific picture has been posted to Ah B’s news. Tomorrow the cat may have to go to the hospital to have a look...

But my antibodies haven’t formed yet, and I don’t want to go. If I go, I might be infected again (sad)