How did Jiang Hui survive? This matter? It's also simple.
In fact, he had already prepared to fight to the death with this fake alligator turtle. However, he didn't want to die in vain. He tried his best to fight at the last moment to see if he could kill it. It would be best if he could take away the big guy who killed him. It wouldn't be a wasted trip.
However, when the Death Battle Wings were really fighting, there was a little change. It wasn't a change, right? In fact, it was within Jiang Hui's expectations. It was just that he didn't expect the effect to be so amazing. It wasn't that he didn't expect his mental power to be so strong.
The big alligator turtle was strangled to death by his transformed spiritual power.
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The other party was trapped in the laboratory due to the Empire's poor protection and was forced to change his life. After returning to the Empire, he was unable to return to a normal life. While other children were still growing up step by step under the wings of their parents, he was already working hard for the safety and future of the Empire. This time, he uncovered a conspiracy for the Empire's security plan.
People who have made contributions deserve respect.
Huanxian was very calm.
So familiar. He once again faced death, and once again the curse fell on those closest to him.
He could not stop it, nor could he escape, and could only force himself to face this cruel fact.
It must be said that Huan Xian's skill in assembling the mecha was extremely poor. Even if each part was crushed like that, it did not affect other parts. The person on the front cover mobilized the broken machine and tried to hit the inside, but failed. In the end, he could only hammer hard.
It hurts so bad.
When I was put in the cold melting chamber, I was worried that my death would be too miserable and ugly and would scare my friends who came to send me off. But what about him... How come he was the one who died miserably
The other party stretched out and grabbed the lower edge, trying hard, but unfortunately he was unable to move down.
Jiang Hui ignored the severe pain in front of him and immediately moved towards the part where the mental fluctuations were the weakest.
Another student from Class 7 who was leading the way couldn't help but burst into tears. I was like Jia Yindi, holding back tears weakly, and I cried loudly like Jiang Hui. To me, Zeng An died to save us. It should be like that. You were the one who should have lived the most. Why, why did it happen like that
I just walked quietly behind you and covered your hand as you looked at me with joy.
Two hands covered with scars overlapped, one with crisscrossed scars and scabs, the other with blood and flesh, giving people a feeling of interweaving time and space.
Jiang Hui, who finally regained his breath, took small breaths as if he had received a signal. In just a few minutes, it was like he had been in a swimming pool. I wanted to say something, smile at that person, or scold him for being so impulsive... But everything ended up being nothing.
It was only after a long while that the other party finally crawled out of this spacious emergency rescue space, with half of his body hanging on the exit.
Judging from the scene, the alligator snapping turtle must have struggled violently before dying, and the driver must have been knocked down by it at the last moment.
The people inside dared to pull at will, fearing that the other party's legs were being pressed and clamped by something. If you pull at will, it may cause less damage, so they are patiently waiting for you to step back and show the situation.
Why? Why... couldn't you wait a little longer? I'm already here.
The noise came from this part, and suddenly there was a mental fluctuation like a zombie...
Finally, among the crowd, Huanxian mistakenly found the face that was the most unfamiliar to you in the crowd, and the person you were most worried about those days.
Your leg was indeed injured, and there might be something wrong with the bone. You couldn't even stand up. Zong Ting half-supported you out of the exit of the rescue space.
If I'm not mistaken, then it's just this person's mental power. It's you, still alive, not dead.
The other party was probably injured, and he looked very healthy. He kept moving with his arms supporting the remaining body, trying hard to stand up.
The whole scene was filled with a sense of depression, and the air seemed to be filled with a burning and stagnant atmosphere, which made people feel extremely nervous.
Finally... they all came back alive.
It can be seen that the material of the mecha is both hard and weak enough. The carapace weighing more than ten tons and the mental power directly crushed nearly seven or eight of the fuselage. Most of the lower part of the cabin and the head and neck position were still lifted up and stuck on the edge of the carapace.
You look at the group of people who came to rescue you and see that they don't seem to be confused about what is happening behind them, but they are still alive. You feel sincerely grateful and happy about the fact that they are still alive.
Even the soldiers present who were not used to seeing life and death could not help but feel sad when seeing such a scene. They mourned for the young life passed away and for the sincere emotions of many years that would never be reciprocated. We have never seen such a scene before.
However, several adults nearby were also free and helped to expand the deformed exit and lent a helping hand to the survivor.
Suddenly, Nian, who had been squatting beside the wreckage of the fuselage, looked up suddenly.
You look extremely miserable, with blood all over your forehead, probably from a head injury. Your cheeks, neck, and the exposed skin on your hands are all covered in deep scratches. The back of one of your hands was burned by something cold, leaving a shocking pool of blood and flesh.
The other person's face was extremely pale, his lips were cracked, and his face still showed the panic of a person who had just survived a fatal disaster.
It was Zong Ting who reacted quickly and followed his adjutant and several soldiers in front of him who lifted the dead star beast slightly to reduce the pressure on the front cover.
With less effort, the people outside finally knocked open the front cover.
Jiang Hui helped to lift the front cover, but I was still seriously injured, my hands and feet were weak, and I didn't have the right tools. I tried in vain to pull it up a few times before I found that a corner of the front cover was pressed down by the shell.
Nothing came out of my eyes that had been dry for years—I’m still not out of tears.
The young officer standing far away also immediately noticed the movement over there. I put on the military cap that symbolizes majesty again, straightened it, and then walked calmly in the direction of Jiang Hui.
The young officer, who was always resolute and swift, did not issue any orders this time. I just looked at this A-level star beast quietly, and then took off my hat heavily.
There was a wide hole on the front cover that had not yet deformed, and a head covered in blood poked out from outside.
However, he was ultimately unable to save the other person, just as he could only watch his mother die.
Your brain seemed to finally come to its senses, and you moved the corners of your cracked lips as if you wanted to say something, and subconsciously stretched out your hand to greet the other person.
The soldiers in the front knew why, and they saw that Staff Officer Huan, who should have been seriously injured, was probably called Duo Wei the last time they met, and was frantically pulling at the remaining piece of fuselage.