Long Liang wanted to use all his last strength to save the last straw.

But when he wanted to rush up, he was stopped by countless people on the mirror, including those who were blessed by God and those who were republic.

"He is a mirror-based person! He is only considering the mirror-based person!"

"Long Liang is not considered the leader of the Republic! He is a mirror-based lackey! He is our enemy!"

"You don't have any say here!"

These words were like thorns, piercing Long Liang's chest. He saw Qin Zifang die at the dying death, but he was powerless.

The "heavy snow" falling from the sky destroyed the decades of authority established by Long Liang. He could no longer interfere with the mirror war on the upper and lower sides, and he no longer had the right to speak.

This is trapped in a logical circle.

When Long Liang is assumed to be the person on the mirror, as long as he has the identity of the mirror below, he will slightly face the mirror. Even if he is a traitor on the mirror below, even if his entire starting point is just for the mirror below, he will still be nailed to the traitor's pillar of shame.

Yes.

Long Liang admitted that he had selfish intentions.

But he also devoted himself more to the Republican Alliance.

But no one will listen to these futile explanations.

Feng Xiangxin and Feng Lixin brothers shouted loudly.

The two of them took out a sandbag and put the dying Qinzifang into the sandbag. They pulled out a deep blood mark on the ground, mixed with a lot of sand on the ground, dyed it into dazzling blood sand.

Kotoko's mouth was slightly open.

He seemed to be saying, "I must have made a mistake, I must have made a mistake..." He tried hard to climb out of the sandbag, struggled with the last strength, and wanted to tell everyone that this was a wrong situation and that all this was wrong.

He wanted to tell everyone here in a faint voice.

Fairy tales exist, hello, I, everyone’s good situation can be formed, but bad people have destroyed this beautiful fairy tale.

He wanted to explain clearly.

He is about to die.

He was scared.

He was not afraid that he would die, but that he would not be able to complete his master's tasks, that his own mistakes would lead to a big mistake in this world, and that he would see his disappointed eyes.

He was really scared.

Over the years, he has been working hard, from a weak son of the violinist family to now, and he often remembers the scene of himself kneeling down and begging his master to take it in.

At that time, the master saw a disappointed look in his eyes. He felt that he was old and had no talented foundation, so he could no longer become a talent.

Why did he work hard?

Maybe... I just hope that one day my master can fully recognize himself! Why did he work hard?

Maybe... I don't want to see those disappointed eyes again! He is so afraid that the man who gave him all hope in life will be disappointed in him! He can't climb out of the sandbag anymore.

He has no strength.

Qinzifang's hand grabbed the hole of the sandbag tightly. He was afraid that the hole would be completely blocked, so he could not even make the last defense.

Feng Xiangxin stepped on his feet until Qin Zifang's hands were completely twisted and deformed, just like the chicken feet of a newly born little chicken. He finally couldn't wait for the last light, and his whole world was trapped in the closed darkness.

People outside this sandbag world are caring wildly.

They shouted "War" and they kicked the sandbag around, like a ball, passing each other with a smile, he handed it to you, you handed it to me, I handed it to him... The carnival on the mirror was like a party of wild beasts.

Everyone became participants of sin, including those who were once purely good, and they also became part of these people.

Some people also frowned and watched.

Li Zichen, Alifa... dozens of immortals from the Republic stood behind Long Liang, frowned and watched the carnival of hundreds of thousands. Li Zichen and the others did not want to participate in it, but just stood there hesitantly, not knowing what to do.

"I can't believe that you are the mirror."

Finally, Li Zichen squatted down and pulled Long Liang up, "How could he harm the child he has cultivated for decades of hard work in the Republican League now?"

Long Liang smiled with difficulty.

Li Zichen sighed heavily and looked at the sandbag that was being hit and passed on by people.

"But..." "After that."

"It seems...it's impossible to remedy."

...Twelve o'clock in the evening.

It has been several hours since the Qinzi room has climbed up and down the mirror.

Twenty heavy trucks in the forbidden area, hundreds of thousands of people outside the forbidden area, and Qin Mo and others from the observation deck, were still standing there, waiting anxiously.

After Qinzifang returned from Sky City, the mission was over perfectly completed.

Many people are waiting, and some are starting to celebrate.

The mirror has received their supplies, which proves that peaceful coexistence can really exist well. Shen Yize and others are very happy, including the vast majority of hundreds of thousands of Chinese military soldiers, who like to see such a perfect result.

"It's getting late."

Shen Yize smiled and looked at the watch, saying, "I guess your apprentice is left on the mirror for a lively meal together!"

"yes!"

Luo Zian smiled and said, "I can vaguely hear the lively movements in the Sky City. I guess you will leave your apprentice behind and celebrate together!"

Qin Mo remained silent.

After a while.

A huge lifting platform of the Republican Union landed slowly.

It was not until this time that Qin Mo smiled, and it seemed that Qin Zifang had finally come to safety.

At this time, many people from Huawu could not hide their inner excitement and burst into warm cheers. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and everyone's tense nerves finally got a moment of relaxation.

Boom! The lifting platform suddenly fell on the ground! In the midnight sky, rolling yellow dust splashed, and in that moment, it confused everyone's eyes.

The yellow dust is still dissipating with the cold wind on the winter night.

People's applause immediately rose, and the earth-shaking applause of hundreds of thousands of people was like a huge symphony, adding a different background music to the cold of this early winter.

But as the dust dissipated, the huge symphony immediately came to an abrupt end.

It seemed as if the strings of the "musical instrument" in everyone's hand were completely broken.

People were originally looking forward to the hero's return and presented all the applause to Qin Zifang. From today on, he may no longer be a nameless person, and people may no longer call him Qin Mo's apprentice, and people will give him the name he should have.

He is Qinzifang.

The first great guy to achieve the exchange of mirror materials on the upper and lower surfaces.

Flowers, applause, and the names of heroes are all ready.

But the hero... has not returned.

The sandbag covered with blood was placed on the lifting platform in shock. Even though Qin Mo was far away, even if the sky was very dark, the sandbag covered with blood could still see clearly. It was too eye-catching, and it was a little dazzling that made Qin Mo unable to bear to look at it.

Twenty heavy trucks fled from the penalty area in panic.

Just as the weak person who showed favor was rejected, the figure of the car that fled in a panic stumbled and had no backbone.

Heavy trucks drove out of the forbidden area.

The gate to the penalty area was blocked again in a bang.

What was brought back together was the blood-stained sandbag that rolled down from the container truck to the ground, and the body of the sandbag was covered with dazzling blood sand, like rubies, carving a different kind of beauty to the sandbag.

The sandbag is opened.

The body of Qinzifang was revealed from the sandbag.

At the same time, there is a line of words inside the sandbag, which is twisted with blood and powerless: My death has nothing to do with the mirror, I committed suicide.

What a ridiculous sentence.

Just like maintaining the dignity of the weak, this sentence is written inside the sandbag.

The corpse buried in the sandbag can clearly see the various scars on his body. Suicide actually contains fists, footprints, and sunken ribs... This suicide is so ridiculous and the price is so terrible.

What’s even more ridiculous is that when people saw the inner wall of the sandbag, many people forced to laugh with embarrassment.

"It turned out to be suicide. Brother Ovary is really unwilling to think about it!"

"Haha! We almost misunderstood the brothers on the mirror. Can't he choose other places if he commits suicide?"

"Maybe Qin Zifang wanted to die long ago..." How cowardly and inferiority complex was such that these people could say such words.

"Qin Mo..." There were many people who wanted to comfort Qin Mo who was stunned.

"roll."

He only said one word.

On the day of Qinzifang's funeral, Qin Mo deliberately returned to the south of Huahai Jiangnan from Jianhuang. During the free period, the lower mirror and the upper mirror were not moving at all, as if he was in a boundless embarrassment.
To be continued...