At the outermost part of the underground city, in a temporary shelter built using the remaining buildings.
The magnificent hall, which was originally used to hold banquets, was now full of refugees and injured people, and the dormitory was full of seriously injured people.
Because of the lack of supplies, people with minor injuries could only sleep together with a towel.
In the atrium.
Sixteenth Nights was lying on a bed.
Right now, Sixteenth Night was in such a state that no one could bear to look at her.
Although he and Eight-cloud Ink fought against Az Dahaka at the same time, Eight-cloud Ink's fighting style was different from Sixteenth Nights'. Compared to Eight-cloud Ink's elegance and agility, Sixteenth Nights preferred to fight with his fists. It was not surprising that he was injured like this.
His arms were shattered, his internal organs were damaged, and his bleeding had already exceeded the point of death.
It was simply incredible that he was still alive.
Seeing Sixteenth Nights' injuries, Lily and Bai Xueji could not help but cry out.
"Lord Sixteenth Nights …"
"Friend of our Lord …!!"
Behind them, the elders and other children stood quietly, afraid that they would disturb Sixteenth Nights.
Since Buddhism had begun to take action, it would be very dangerous for these children to be left alone in the [No Name] community. Therefore, after Eight-cloud Ink settled Sixteenth Nights down, she immediately brought all the children who stayed in the outer gate of 2105380 over.
After witnessing Sixteenth Nights' miserable condition, all the children were speechless.
For them, who were the community's backup, Eight-cloud Ink and Sixteenth Nights, who were two of the main forces of the battle, were defeated. Sixteenth Nights was seriously injured and on the verge of death, which was undoubtedly very shocking.
There were boys with pale lips and trembling bodies, and girls with hands covering their mouths and tears streaming down their faces.
However, in such a group of elders, Lily's actions were very fast.
"Bring … bring hot water and a lot of bandages, as well as hematopoietic medicine and unicorn horn!"
"Hey, ah!"
"Hurry up! It's still not too late. Everyone go and prepare! "
Lily ran to Sixteenth Nights with a handkerchief. Although they had already done emergency treatment and received simple treatment, they had not yet washed their bodies. The people who were doing emergency treatment were too busy to do these things.
Lily used a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on Sixteenth Night's face, then turned around and shouted at the motionless group of seniors.
"Everyone, run!!"
"Got, got it!!!" "Yes.
Patter patter patter!
The group of seniors hurriedly ran around.
Lily took out the tools she needed to use the unicorn horn and wiped Sixteenth Night's bloodstained body.
A thin layer of tears appeared in Lily's eyes as she whispered:
"… Lord Snow White. Can Lord Sixteenth Night still be saved? "
"Yes."
Bai Xueji, who had been asked by Eight-cloud Ink to take care of Sixteenth Night, answered quickly. She then moistened her handkerchief with water and wiped Sixteenth Night's body.
Lily wiped the tears that were about to fall from her eyes and properly carried out the task at hand.
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[— — What a strong little girl.]
On the balcony on the second floor of the hall, Eight-cloud Ink leaned against the railing and looked at Lily and the others who were busy in the atrium.
She seemed to be about the same age as Yui. Although she was still at the age where she acted spoiled to her mother, she took care of all the housework in the community and was responsible for taking care of the farm. The people below also pestered her.
In the face of the tragedy of the community, she moved forward fearlessly.
Eight-cloud Ink could not ignore the strength of her heart and the brilliance of her soul.
"Hmm …!?"
Suddenly, Eight-cloud Ink's gaze shifted to the other side of the hall.
In the shadows that were not noticeable, a man appeared out of nowhere.
It was a tall and thin man wearing a gray suit.
He had short brown hair. That hair color … reminded Eight-cloud Ink of a person.
Kasuga Hiroyuki.
The man seemed to have also noticed Eight-cloud Ink. In the shadows, he raised his head in the direction of Eight-cloud Ink, then turned around and left.
"Interesting …"
Eight-cloud Ink's figure instantly disappeared.
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In the forest.
"Are you not going to run away again?"
Eight-cloud Ink blocked the man and asked indifferently.
The reason why Eight-cloud Ink was so calm was because he did not feel the slightest bit of malice from the man.
Under the moonlight, Eight-cloud Ink saw the man's face.
It was a very ordinary face.
Only that pair of eyes could not be ignored.
The light of wisdom flashed in them, but now it was covered by the vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.
"… I'm not running away."
The man spoke.
"Eh … forget it, who are you?"
Faced with Eight-cloud Ink's question, the man did not immediately answer. Instead, he looked at him with a very strange gaze.
It was as if a senior was sizing up a junior, which made Eight-cloud Ink extremely uncomfortable.
"Hey, what's with that look?"
"… Haha, juniors nowadays are really impatient. Forget it, if it's me, you can call me Kongming. "
Kongming?
Kongming!!!!!
Eight-cloud Ink's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me!? You're Kongming!? The super arsonist and sorcerer who teamed up with Zhou Yu to burn Cao Cao's hundreds of thousands of troops in Red Cliff!? The terrorist Kongming!? "
"… You added a long list of adjectives in front of my name. That's rude."
Kongming looked at Eight-cloud Ink dumbfoundedly.
"Sorry, sorry, but are you really Kongming?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the man who called himself Kongming suspiciously.
"Where's your feather fan? Where's the feather fan that says' I need to stay calm at all times' in the winter? "
"I didn't say that kind of strange thing. Speaking of which, where did you hear these strange rumors?"
"A director named Wu Yusen said so."
Kongming: "…"
Kongming shook his head and decided to ignore Eight-cloud Ink's words.
"… Forget it, I don't care if you're the real Kongming or not, just tell me why you're here."
Eight-cloud Ink put on a serious expression.
If this guy was really Kongming, then Eight-cloud Ink didn't dare to take him lightly.
Because Cao Cao, who had let down his guard, knelt in Red Cliff.
Kongming also put on a very serious expression and said in a serious tone, "I'm here to be a bystander."
The bullet screen exploded.
"Hey hey hey, don't do it!"
Kongming hurriedly dodged Eight-cloud Ink's bullet screen. He jumped onto a tree and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"Young man, don't do it for no reason …"
"I didn't know Mr. Kongming was so shameless."
"Nonsense! That's called my sense of humor. Otherwise, wouldn't I be bored to death in my long life? Speaking of which, how did you end up hanging out with my daughter with such a nasty personality? "
Eight-cloud Ink paused for a second.
Daughter?
"Your daughter? Who? "
"Ahem!"
Kongming coughed and jumped down from the treetop.
"Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Kongming, but more people call me Haruhibu Takaaki."
Haruhibu Takaaki? Takaaki? Kongming?
He's Yao's father?
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