Su Qiluo frowned in confusion as she looked at the warning signal displayed on the screen.

Why did the enemy's fighter jet start its self-ignition program after only a few minutes of absence?

With doubts in his mind, he looked at the red warning displayed on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then drove in that direction anyway.

He stopped after driving about ten meters.

This is a safe distance, and there's no one on the street right now. Even if the fighter jet explodes, it won't have a significant impact on him.

He opened the fighter jet search system and checked the situation inside the fighter jet.

Searching for regular fighter jets takes a long time, and accurately locating the inside of a fighter jet like this is even more difficult.

Because the doctor's fighter jet was an obsolete model, it didn't have any robust anti-search features, making it easy to bypass.

Su Qiluo looked at the message "Sorry, the search has been blocked and cannot continue" displayed on the search system, raised her hand to close the search system, and then picked up a pair of binoculars, wanting to see what was happening inside through the glass shield.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it, and what you find is astonishing.

That person dressed in black, with long, flowing hair, and surrounded by plants—wasn't that Mu Qingyun?

Why was she on an enemy warplane, and one that had spontaneously combusted?

Su Qilu felt a pang of panic, but at this moment, he didn't have time to think and quickly piloted his fighter jet in that direction.

But after moving only about a meter, an explosion suddenly shattered the sky.

Oh no!

Su Qiluo quickly picked up the binoculars beside him and looked in that direction.

Red flames shot into the sky, and black smoke rose from that location, swirling together with the flames above the city. Countless fragments rained down and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Mu Qingyun!"

Su Qiluo's mind went blank. The hand that could twist off a person's head could not even hold a pair of binoculars. His hand slipped, and the binoculars fell to the ground, the lens shattering into two pieces.

He stared blankly at the flames and smoke not far away, the sound of the explosion still echoing in his ears, and faintly, he could also hear Mu Qingyun's painful cries.

Was she on that fighter jet?

Seeing the fighter jet in front of him disintegrate into countless fragments, Su Qiluo couldn't accept this outcome. He preferred to believe that Mu Qingyun was still with the doctor and the others at the military academy, waiting for him to return.

No, she probably won't come out. She's definitely waiting for me at the military academy.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt.

He'd encountered his comrades die during missions before, but it's alright. He can take revenge, he can take her share with him, and protect Capaqiong together.

There are still two enemy planes that haven't been destroyed. He... he should go...

"Mu Qingyun!"

Su Qiluo shouted out uncontrollably, his eyes red-rimmed, a single glistening tear rolling down his cheek and disappearing into his neck.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his face; although tears were streaming down, his hand was still wet.

He had never shed a tear since he could remember, but this was the first time he had felt overwhelming pain, his eyes stinging, and tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

So it turns out, crying is something you can't help but do.

......

"She probably won't survive." The middle-aged man hid behind an office building, watching the fire in front of him, his tone full of schadenfreude.

After they escaped, they welded all the exit doors shut, so Mu Qingyun couldn't escape and could only explode and disintegrate along with the fighter jet.

Hmph, serves her right. Who told her to be so reckless as to press the self-destruct button?

"What a pity. The new toy I finally set my sights on has sharp claws, but unfortunately it didn't grab the right spot." Chrison looked at the burning fighter jet, his eyes full of regret.

"By the way, are you still looking for Su Qiluo?" he asked the middle-aged man beside him.

“Definitely not. Our fighter jet is destroyed. Even if we find the people, we might not be able to defeat them. Besides, their reinforcements have already arrived. Let’s retreat first. There’s plenty of time.” The middle-aged man looked at the spot where the fighter jet crashed again, then turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, a hint of excitement crept into Christon's voice.

"What's wrong with you now?" The middle-aged man turned to look at him, puzzled. Following his gaze, he saw a pretty girl walking down the street, seemingly doing nothing.

He recognized the pretty girl; she used to be featured on TV every day, with videos of her going to other garbage planets to help purify the water.

"This is Mu Xueyao, the princess of Kapaqiong?" The middle-aged man looked at the beautiful girl and chuckled. "What, you haven't taken a fancy to her again, have you?"

Krisen chuckled. “Since Mu Qingyun isn’t available, we can use her instead. Hasn’t Kapaqiong been promoting the fact that this princess has extraordinary water purification abilities? I’d like to see if the rumors about Kapaqiong are true or false.”

"She's all alone right now, you should hurry up and go," the middle-aged man urged.

"It's nothing, it'll only take a few seconds."

He raised his hand, controlling the sedative spray and the thin, silken rope binding Mu Qingyun, and quickly attacked Mu Xueyao.

Mu Xueyao didn't even realize the danger coming from behind her. She only felt a spray of mist in front of her before she completely lost consciousness.

The rope wrapped around her body and dragged her to Chrison's side.

"Let's go."

"good."

Clutching his spoils, Chrison grinned wickedly. "Poor princess in my arms," ​​he thought, "when you wake up, you'll see just how cruel the darkest place in the world truly is."

......

Su Qiluo retrieved the fighter jet into his bracelet, stepped into the fire, and stood a meter away from where the flames could engulf him.

Although the flames at this location couldn't engulf him, the flames could still scorch his cheeks.

The scalding temperature was just inches away, but he was not afraid at all.

"Mu Qingyun, what should I do? I don't even have your remains or ashes."

What do you need those for?

A faint sound came from behind. Su Qiluo heard the familiar voice and froze on the spot, even forgetting to turn around.

"I'm asking you a question. What do you need those for? You don't want me to die, do you?"

Looking at Su Qiluo, who had his back to her, Mu Qingyun almost immediately understood what Su Qiluo had seen and guessed.

Although she spoke weakly, she tried her best to make her voice sound more relaxed so as not to worry Su Qiluo.

"You're not dead?"

Su Qiluo turned to look at her, her eyes red and moist.

Is she...crying?

Mu Qingyun didn't expect Su Qiluo to cry, even though she herself was seriously injured. But she still smiled and said, "Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I? Don't you all say in your little storybooks that the protagonist is invincible?"