The nth time I met my puppet

Sanbing was originally happy to see Wan Nan open her eyes, but when he saw her opening her mouth for a long time without making any sound, he moved his head closer and heard Wan Nan's outrageous remarks.

Sanbing's expression froze instantly. He knew every word in Wannan's sentence, so why couldn't he understand when they were put together?

What was she talking about? He…liked dying?

? ? ? ?

Sanbing was anxious and angry for a moment, but when he wanted to explain, Wan Nan closed her eyes again. Sanbing was no longer in the mood to explain anything. He put his trembling hand close to her nose. There was no breath, she was dead.

For a moment, his whole body froze, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. Just trying to utter simple syllables made his throat dry and painful.

He gently shook the person in his arms again, and seeing that she still didn't respond, he hugged her tightly in his arms. It took him a while to find his voice.

"No... Impossible... You must be lying to me again... You must be..."

His voice was dry and choked, and he didn't even notice a tear sliding down his face and falling on Wan Nan's face. He wanted to wipe away the tear for Wan Nan.

But the next second, Wan Nan's body gradually became transparent. He suddenly panicked and hugged Wan Nan even harder, but the next second he found nothing. Wan Nan's body had turned into starlight, and when the wind blew, nothing was left.

The soldier stared blankly at the disappearing stars, feeling a constant pain in his heart, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

Would it be sad even if I didn’t have a heart?

Even though it wasn't his first experience, he still felt like the first time, like a confused and bewildered child.

He regretted not recognizing her and protecting her earlier. He regretted not being able to give her the gift he prepared for her. If he had done so, would everything have turned out differently?

Will it still be the same as before...?

Unfortunately, it's too late. There is no if, and he no longer has this opportunity.

There was no going back, he had lost her all over again.

"Next time... I will definitely... recognize you!" Sanbing bit his lips and spoke word by word.

After the sadness came anger. He was abandoned and betrayed again. He needed a place to vent his anger. The person who killed Wan Nan was already dead, but the monster was still killing people.

He suddenly laughed without warning, and the sky was filled with lightning. The demons that had no time to dodge were instantly reduced to ashes.

The Executor's rage is unstoppable. No one, no demon, can stop it.

Many people even had their hair singed because they were too close to the monsters. The scene was very chaotic for a while, with monsters dying and the recruits' hair singed.

Seeing the situation reversed, the monsters hurriedly retreated, but could they run faster than the lightning? At least they had to be hit by a few lightning bolts, and only by enduring them could they survive. Almost half of the monsters were reduced to ashes in this sky full of lightning.

All the remaining people survived, but those who had passed away would never come back.

Yan Le was still standing there in a daze, looking at the direction where the starlight disappeared. She couldn't understand why such a good person suddenly disappeared?

Even if a person dies, the body should be left behind, but why?

Nothing left?

Yan Le couldn't understand why. Why was there nothing left? Not even a name? It was as if she had never been there.

"Sister? Sister... you promised to make me a cake when you got home... where have you been? Sister... why can't I even remember your name..."

Yan Le could no longer hold back her tears, they burst out like a dam breaking. She fell to the ground, holding the sword in her hand and crying bitterly.

Yanle is just a child, and her only relative is Wannan.

Once again, she had… nothing.

But why is it different from before? She was also penniless before. At that time, she just wanted to have enough food and clothes every day. Now when she returns, she can still have enough food and clothes, but why is she so sad?

Because... the extremely gentle sister who made cupcakes for her will never come back.

But it was clearly agreed that she would protect her sister, and it was clearly agreed that she would be the one to protect her sister this time, but in the end she was still the one being protected.

The sister who was vague yet clear in her memory, protected her gently for the last time as always, at the cost of her life.

"Sister... why are you so stupid? I may be able to dodge it..." Yan Le choked, and her sword seemed to have lost its use again.

After dealing with the monsters, the scattered soldiers prepared to go back with the survivors, but Yanle did not follow. He frowned and didn't want to care about it, but thinking of Wannan, he turned back.

He simply picked up Yan Le, who was kneeling on the ground, with one hand and took him away. Yan Le was relatively young and short, and when he was picked up like this, his feet could not even reach the ground.

"You...! Killing my sister isn't enough! What else do you want?!"

Yan Le spoke angrily while struggling and kicking her legs in the air. Tears were still on Yan Le's face, and she looked very unhappy at this moment.

Sanbing's voice softened, a rare occurrence. "She saved you, not to let you give up on yourself. If we're destined to, perhaps we'll meet again in the future."

Yan Le suddenly broke free and angrily retorted, "Liar! Your words can only fool a three-year-old child! I'm just young, I'm not stupid!"

Yan Le seemed to be completely enraged by Sanbing. He still felt unsatisfied after he finished speaking, and continued to talk almost without thinking.

"My sister is dead! Killed by you! Killed by me! The dead cannot be resurrected. I'm not like you, who can't even recognize this! Especially you! You treated my sister so badly when she was alive, and now that she's dead, you seem even sadder than me. Why are you pretending!"

Yanle hated him, hated him to death. They were all responsible for Wannan's death. Yanle would not shirk her own responsibility, but it was impossible to say that Sanbing had no responsibility.

The skirmisher was silent, he felt a little tired.

The little girl's sharp and clever words pierced his heart, making his mood, which had just calmed down, hurt again and he couldn't breathe. What Yan Le said was also true.

Wan Nan chased him for a long time this time, but the difference between this Wan Nan and the Wan Nan he knew before was too big.

He couldn't recognize it after all.

So as Yan Le said, it was he who killed Wan Nan. He had never seen Wan Nan so weak, so cowardly and so timid, but she also looked more like an ordinary person.

If he meets her like this again next time, he will definitely protect her and teach her swordsmanship, just like she once taught him.

He looks forward to it like this, the future has infinite possibilities, but he hopes that the future will have the ifs he expects.

He said silently.

"I'm sorry, next time, I will definitely protect you."