Chapter 143 Goodbye Rongrong
Duan Lingyi appeared behind the four people, covering her chest, but she looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.
There were several large tears on the original leather armor and overalls, and the iron hammer that was always carried on the shoulder was dragged on the ground because of its owner's fatigue.
Her face no longer had the usual healthy and cheerful look, but instead was terribly cold and hard, with her brows knitted and one hand pressed tightly against her chest as if trying to suppress unbearable pain.
Moreover, the four of them seemed to see a flash of blue light on Duan Lingyi's face for a moment, but when they looked carefully, there was nothing.
"Lingyi, you're here. Are you... okay?" Du Xifei was originally very surprised to see Duan Lingyi, but seeing her shaky appearance, she hurried forward and supported her worriedly.
She frowned and looked at Rongrong, then at Duan Lingyi, her heart full of hesitation. She was in this state now, should she really ask her to save Rongrong?
After all, Du Xifei and Duan Lingyi have been friends for many years. No matter how worried they are about Rongrong, they will never ignore Duan Lingyi's physical condition.
However, the reality did not allow her to hesitate for long. Duan Lingyi gently brushed away Du Xifei's hand and shook her head, saying, "It's okay. I was just hit by the shock wave."
Then he staggered to Rongrong.
She glanced at Rongrong, who was lying face up in Meng Yi's arms, waiting for death. Her eyes were slightly dry. She turned her head away and sighed, "How did you get yourself into this state?"
The warm palm gently took Rongrong and covered her broken face, then slowly picked out the broken stones stuck in the gears one by one.
"Is that Lady Lingyi? Wuuuwawawa!" After hearing Duan Lingyi's voice, Rongrong, who had been keeping a tense expression, finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Rongrong is in so much pain, it really hurts! My hands and legs are gone, Rongrong is really going to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
The shrill cries filled the entire alien space. The despair in the cries almost made the three people nearby burst into tears, and the other fairies present also lowered their heads silently.
How could it not hurt? A puppet that was almost identical to an ordinary fairy except for its soul naturally had sensory organs.
Rongrong is designed to be a crybaby. In the pain of having her entire body almost blown to pieces, she should have cried miserably from the beginning.
But when she thought about how everyone was suffering, Rongrong, who had always been willful and did whatever she wanted, endured it for the first time in her life. She didn't want to add more burden to anyone else.
She is proud to have always existed as a doll because she is so useful. Her remaining self-esteem prevents her from becoming a burden to anyone or a worthless waste.
But there are exceptions to everything. The person next to her now is none other than Duan Lingyi.
Although Rongrong and Duan Lingyi are just the relationship between the creator and the creator, she actually always regards Duan Lingyi as her mother. People can only cry loudly in front of the people closest to them.
In front of Duan Lingyi, Rongrong could let go of herself and cry without any image, because she would never despise herself for being useless, because she would completely accept herself...
Tears kept flowing out of the broken half of his eye socket, mixing with the dust on his face, forming black lines winding across his face.
As a doll, Rongrong should have had almost infinite life and a brilliant life, but now she can only lie in tattered and dirty ruins, waiting for the moment when the white light in her chest fades away.
She was still so young, she wanted to see the wonderland, she wanted to grow mushrooms, she wanted to be with Meng Yi forever - she didn't want to die!
Even though I said so much before and tried to comfort my master, who would want to die if it were possible?
Crying, wailing, sobbing, the white light on his chest flickered more and more violently, without stopping for a moment, revealing his master's despair and unwillingness.
But Duan Lingyi just hugged the little doll tightly, muttering to herself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have created you. That's why you are so miserable."
Pang Zun at the side couldn't help it, he stepped forward and asked: "What's the point of you apologizing here now? Why don't you find a way to save it quickly!"
Duan Lingyi was silent for a moment, and finally raised her head. Only then did everyone finally notice that something was wrong with her.
Half of her face was covered in a virtual dark blue, and one of her eyes flashed with data from time to time.
The half of the face that was not covered by the data was full of pain and regret, while the half that had been digitized was full of formulaic indifference, as if crying and laughing, neither crying nor laughing, which seemed extremely weird.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't save her. I couldn't even save myself."
Before everyone could be surprised, Duan Lingyi continued, "It was a miracle that I was able to create Rongrong. She had a complete circulation system in her body. What's damaged now is not only her body, but also her circulation system."
"A broken cycle is almost impossible to completely repair, just like the food chain in the human world. The disappearance or drastic increase of any link will cause the collapse of the entire food chain."
"The human world can still rely on natural adjustments to slowly recover, but Rongrong can't. She is a man-made product."
"Not to mention that I couldn't be saved before I became like this, it's even more impossible to save me after I became like this."
Duan Lingyi considerately held Rongrong in her other arm and lifted up the arm that had become completely blurred to show it to everyone.
"Lord Lingyi, are you going to die too? No, Rongrong doesn't want you to die. Rongrong doesn't want you to save me! Go away! Go away!" The little puppet struggled desperately in Duan Lingyi's hand.
She naively thought that Duan Lingyi would not have to die this way.
“How... could this happen? Ha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha!” Du Xifei, who was standing aside, was on the verge of falling. She barely managed to hold onto a piece of rubble beside her, and then suddenly broke down in laughter.
In one day, she was not only about to lose Rongrong, with whom she had always lived, but also her only friend, which made her almost suffocate with heartache.
Among countless deaths, the only one who is alive is the most painful.
"Chief, are you okay? I will take you back to the empire immediately. There are so many talented people in the empire and there will definitely be someone who can save you!" Mandola hurriedly flew to Duan Lingyi and persuaded her.
As the prime minister who assisted the king in managing internal affairs, she did not notice that the chief had such a serious health problem. It was her dereliction of duty.
However, her long political career allowed her to maintain basic rationality even when she was panicked.
Since there are no restrictions on material resources, every fairy can freely do what she wants, so many outstanding talents have emerged in various fields of the empire in recent years.
With everyone's combined efforts, she didn't believe that they couldn't find a way to cure the Chief.
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