Lin was gone, Yelsen was gone, the scene left behind only ruins, rubble, broken bricks, shambles, as well as a crowd of onlookers who either did not know the truth or had understood what was going on, and my wildly excessive cold sweat.
Ever since the five-person squad had landed on the battlefield with impressive impact, the cold sweat actually hadn't stopped.
Bingdisi unscrupulously patted Monina's shoulder, "Don't be sad, child, war requires sacrifice, and your brother is a hero."
Monina sighed somberly, "Alas, now one less person is needed for cooking."
"I feel this has to be the most suffocated Sighing Wall to ever be destroyed," looking at the blue and white sparkling line on the ground about ten meters away, still fizzing with electric sparks, my feelings were quite complex, "Yelsen's experience shows that if you're going to communicate with a child with the intelligence not exceeding that of a five-and-a-half-year-old, it's best to make your words clear and concise."
