But at this time, they have to be strong, they have to hold on, they can't and can't fall. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They also have to send Kang Jiasheng on the last ride, they have to be good, otherwise Jiasheng will be worried.

As soon as Kang Jiamin raised the flag in his hand, it was blown up by the wind in an instant, and the hunting sounded.

"Twelve groups listen to the order!Don't cry!" Kang Jiamin said in a choked voice! Obviously, he had just wiped away his tears, his eyes were still moist, and he just couldn't cry.

The people of the twelve groups all wiped the tears on their faces, and at the same time stretched out their hands to raise the flag, and replied in a hoarse voice: "The twelve groups listen to the order!"

The miracle seekers looked at them with great sorrow and sorrow as they did, but they did not cry, and they could not cry.

So, they all held back their tears!

Watching their group walk forward, Emma Bull felt guilty while being satisfied with Kang Jiamin's performance and the performance of the 12th group.

The Templar descended the steps, following Emma Bull and her party, and behind them were the Miracles on both sides, starting in the first row at the front, row after row, all following them.

This is a silent and serious team.

When they left the Three Cities and appeared in the eyes of ordinary people, there was not a single one who was not infected by this solemn emotion.

In the same way, when the miracle seekers who came out spontaneously stood in a row on both sides of the road, one by one, for a moment, they only felt that everything was worth it, or at least they were grateful.

Although it was a little crowded, no one made any noise, and no one showed impatient looks, and the sadness on their expressions was no less than theirs.

Dressed in dark clothes and carrying plain white flowers, they swayed in the wind and brought the best souls to heaven, where flowers bloomed.

Especially when they see those old people, some even need to be supported by others when they are standing, and some of their bodies are almost 90 degrees, but they all insist on standing here, the loving sadness in their eyes is like the loss of their beloved grandson.

Those ignorant children, there is less ignorance in their eyes at this moment, it is yearning, worship, and the sadness and sadness of losing the hero.

All these make all the miracle bearers, their desperate struggle and inevitable sacrifice worthwhile.

Kang Jiamin's gaze swept over the faces of those people, and he said silently in his heart: "Jiasheng, you see, there are so many people seeing you off, they all bless you, all your efforts are worth it, you have finally become the big hero you have been looking forward to, sister, sister is proud of you!"

Kang Jiamin thought about it, her eyes stared at her, but she still couldn't hold back, a tear slipped down, and against the backdrop of her red eyes, it seemed like a bloody tear.

She's at the forefront, so it's easy for the eyes of the public to notice her.

Those bloodshot eyes are distressing to look at, and anyone with long eyes can see that she is holding back and not crying, but in the end she still didn't hold back.

The tears that flowed were so distressing to watch.

But Kang Jiamin quickly held back, unlike her over-strength, Shao Qinghe was not so strong, she cried all the way, and then her tearful eyes made her a little unable to see the road in front of her.

Naturally, the ordinary people also noticed her, because she was crying too sadly and pitifully.

Of course, people think that the miracle workers are for the sake of humanity and go out on a mission regardless of the danger, that is, for them.

Now that they are protected, at least their lives are safe for the time being, and the people around them will not be lost as long as they are still there.

But the miracle man, the dead miracle man, was so young, how desperate his loved ones would be when they lost him, how sad his lover would be when they lost him, how sad his friends would be when they lost him.

Out of the second city, to the first city, people are still standing neatly.

At last the group went out of the city gate, and came outside, and not far from the city gate, they made a platform out of wood.

Kang Jiamin stared at the wooden platform, she already knew in her heart what it was for, when she thought of this, she felt that she was about to collapse again, she seemed to stop, stop all this, even if it was such a good victory, at least, at least she could look at him.

But reason has been suppressing her emotions, and her steps are still moving forward.

Emma Bull stopped about ten meters away from the wooden platform, and the whole team stopped.

Emma Bull stepped forward alone, planted the flag of the Winged Nation on the wooden platform in his hand, turned to face Kang Jiamin and the others, and said, "We chose to be outside the city of the Winged Country, in the hope that Kang Jiasheng's miracle can go wherever he wants, and no longer just be trapped in this Winged Country. ”

"It's the best way. Emma Bull said and looked over to Kang Jiamin, which was actually said to the twelve of them.

This is indeed the best way that they have studied in the Holy Church and think it is, so I hope Kang Jiamin and the others feel the same way.

The most common is cremation, which is better than being buried in the ground, rotting, and becoming food for insects.

Kang Jiamin closed her eyes and opened them again, Emma Bull knew that she had agreed, and she felt a rare sense of atonement in her heart.

So Emma Bull didn't say anything, but stepped aside, and the people carrying the coffin stepped forward and walked step by step towards the wooden platform.

Shao Qinghe stepped forward and was caught by Kang Jiamin, Shao Qinghe bit his lip, and the bright red blood was stinging.

Kang Jiamin also looked reserved.

The coffin was placed on the wooden table, and Emma Bull had already raised the torch when the coffin bearer had left.

Emma Bull looked at Kang Jiamin again, and when she saw the blood on the corner of Shao Qinghe's mouth, her heart trembled fiercely, and she forced herself to look back, walked to the wooden platform, and put the torch on the wooden platform.

In an instant, the fire swept into the sky, and the dark sky turned red.

Shao Qinghe still couldn't hold it and knelt on the ground, looking at the raging fire, feeling that his heart was also burned to ashes by the fire at this moment.

Kang Jiamin stared at the coffin in the firelight, she sent away her father, mother, and now her own brother......

Clenched fists, nails embedded in the flesh.

"Dad, mom I'm sorry, I didn't take care of Jiasheng, I failed you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Kang Jiamin lowered his head, and tears fell into the soil.

Silence was the most silent consolation at this moment, and the raging fire not only burned their hearts, but also their blood, once again!