1:109 Change of Life in Huangyan (II)

At 2 a.m. the next day.

"The cells all over his body were very badly damaged. Sorry kid...... I've done my best. Merlin said.

Papalov, soaked in a glass container, was dying, barely kept alive by a machine alone. His whole body had been burned by the black flames, and it was already incredible that such a tattered body could still sustain life.

"No, no, no, you're going to cure my brother, right, mage?—you're so good, there's always a way to cure your brother!" asked Bediwell paranoidly.

"I'm sorry, he's already brain dead. The mage shook his head and said, "I can find a way to keep his body from dying... But all he had left was this broken body, and there was no more consciousness left. "You're kidding, aren't you? You're just kidding me, aren't you?" Bediwell still didn't believe it.

"Bedi, that's enough. Merlin is not omnipotent, and those who have died cannot be saved. Now it's time to prioritize your arm. Leave it alone—" Arthur said.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt!" Bediwell said with a nonchalant expression, "Look, the arm was gone for a moment, and then I couldn't feel it." Did I really lose an arm? Or was it just a dream?

By the way, this is a dream, and my brother is not dead at all! When I wake up tomorrow, everything will return to the way it was, and my brother will appear in front of me again! I will take pleasure in bullying my brother as before. Ha, hahahahaha!"

Arthur mercilessly slapped Bedeville, who was giggling.

Bediwell covered his hot face and came back to his senses: "Arthur?" Immediately after, the werewolf boy's cold body was tightly hugged by the knight. Arthur held him so tightly that he could barely feel the pain other than being held so tightly.

"I know you're in pain. That's what it's like to lose a loved one, and you and I know it better than anyone else. Arthur whispered, "So, now, don't run away, don't hold back, just cry as much as you want." "Whoa, whoa, a!!!!!!!!a His tear ducts were already lacking, and tears continued to pour down as if to wash away the pain in his heart!

"Brother—my brother died for me!!" Bediwell cried, "it was me who should have died, it was me, it !!!!was me, it was me, it was me, it was me, I was the one," Bediwell, "I was the one who should have died." Arthur hugged him tighter, "I don't know why, but I can feel it vaguely." You made a deal with the immortal for my sake. You wanted to sacrifice yourself to save me, and it turned out like this. So—" Arthur let go of Bedeville, looked at the boy face to face, and said, "At least let me cry with you." Tears rolled down the knight's face. The emotionless knight now felt bursts of sorrow, as if ten thousand arrows had pierced his heart.

"Even if your brother is gone, you won't be alone. We are your family, crying with you when you are sad, laughing with you when you are happy - I can't laugh yet, but I will find a way. Arthur said.

"So promise me not to cry alone in the future, okay?" Bediwell did not answer, tears had already blinded his eyes, and his throat had long been hoarse from crying. But he wasn't miserable. At this moment, a feeling of happiness washed away the great sorrow in his heart, like a small haven in the midst of a storm, allowing his broken heart to find peace for a while.

Family.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, the observation deck at the top of the **Division Tower.

"Look, the sun is rising. Arthur patted Bedeville and said, "It's almost time to leave, I'm almost freezing." "Hmm," Bediwell was sleepy-eyed, and he snuggled up to Arthur. Because of the loss of his left arm, his snuggle was almost clinging to Arthur's. The werewolf boy opened his eyes slightly and looked at the rising sun, and said not very soberly: "Let me sleep a little longer, brother" Arthur hesitated, he was so cold that if it was usual, he would have pushed Bediwell away and started to get angry. But at this time, he tolerated the coquettishness of the werewolf boy. He whispered in an almost gentle tone, "So...... You just go back to sleep, Babe. ＂