After hearing this, Levi could no longer keep his fist in the air and punched the auctioneer in the face, knocking him several meters away.
He held the broken eggshell in his hands, his eyes filled with pleading and tears of shattered hope: "Marshal...what should I do?"
It is said that men do not shed tears easily, but they do so when they are sad. When Levi thought of his comrades who had fought on the battlefield with him and could only rely on their willpower to avoid going crazy, tears began to flow uncontrollably.
You know, those warriors built the stability of the Federation with their own flesh and blood! They can die on the battlefield, letting their flesh and blood disperse into the void, but they shouldn't have to endure such torture!
Ji Yuan's breath was also unstable. Horrible purple lightning began to appear around him, and a ball of lightning condensed in his left hand.
He looked indifferently at the auctioneer with an expression of ignorance and fearlessness, and with a slight movement of his left hand, the thunder ball hit the auctioneer's head accurately.
Facing the auctioneer's horrified expression, he curled his thin lips into a cruel smile: "It's true that this is a sin zone, but you are just a hired hand. What gives you the right to provoke me?"
Seeing that the auctioneer was almost dying from being struck by lightning, he turned and walked to Levi, looked up, patted Levi's shoulder, and sighed.
Levi knew that the sigh contained powerlessness, even the helplessness that others could not imagine appearing in the First God of War.
Watching his comrades-in-arms who had been loyal to him fall into riots or die at the hands of the Zerg, Ji Yuan endured too much loss and pain as a marshal and even more as a soldier.
Levi held the eggshell and followed Jiyuan out silently.
Feng Qingyue originally planned to follow them in, but seeing that the situation was not right, she took the little fox and quietly hid behind a blind spot.
I just happened to hear the farce between them and the auction.
Tu Shanyou whispered to Feng Qingyue, "I've heard before that many of the soldiers he led had mental disturbances due to the high-intensity garrison work. Their human research department had no effective measures, and many soldiers died as a result."
After Feng Qingyue heard this, the memories of the 21st century that she had long forgotten were inexplicably brought back to her mind.
Some time before her original era, her motherland had been through many hardships, with wars raging everywhere and being besieged on all sides internationally. However, there was also a group of warriors who built a prosperous era with their flesh and blood, and paved the way for peace and prosperity with their immortal souls.
For Feng Qingyue, who grew up listening to various patriotic songs, defending the country is supreme, it is what the people want, and it is something that requires sacrificing one's life and blood. Therefore, she is always grateful to the soldiers and is willing to do everything she can to help them.
Just when she was distracted, Ji Yuan had already walked up to her: "Little friend, are you still here? The auction is over." At this time, he did not speak as strategically and coldly as he did on the warship. Instead, he revealed a kind of silent sadness and imperceptible disappointment.
Tu Shanyou looked at Feng Qingyue who seemed to have made some kind of decision, and sighed secretly: Sure enough, kind people will always be kind, no matter who she is.
Feng Qingyue looked up at Ji Yuan. Out of gratitude and respect for the soldiers, she decided to help them.
Ji Yuan looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes were still clear and gentle, like the finest warm jade, but why was there a hint of determination and desperate courage in this gentleness today?
Feng Qingyue took a deep breath. She looked at Jiyuan seriously and began to speak seriously, "As you know, Youyou is my contracted beast. Her friend Guixu Lingqiao once gave her something. I think it will be useful to you."
Ji Yuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Feng Qingyue didn't wait for him to speak. She said gently, "This thing contains the powerful spiritual power of the Lingqiao, which can cure the spiritual turmoil of the warriors. Besides, isn't the prosperity and peace we enjoy due to you bearing the heavy burden on the front lines? I hope everything is well with you all."
After she finished speaking, she forcefully stuffed a few light blue beads into Ji Yuan's hands, then turned around and ran away.
Levi nearly broke down in tears as he listened to the little girl's gentle words. They were human beings, not gods. They needed care, not just blaming them for the war's failure. They had already been stabbed many times on the battlefield, and they didn't want to return home alive only to be stabbed again by the people they protected.
How lucky they are, it seems like they have met a soft-hearted little god today!
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