388 escape

I don't know when I woke up. When I woke up, I saw a darkness.

The body is imprisoned and can't move, but through the faint smell of Qinan, it should be Qian Yumo.

She called his name, but she didn't hear a response. She was motionless and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

She labored to pull out an arm and took out the night star from her skirt...

The faint light illuminates the face in front of you...

He seems to be asleep, but...

Pointed to the end of his nose and trembled... After a long time, he felt a faint breath.

Tears slipped down immediately.

She hurriedly erased it, looked around, and was surprised to see that they were in a small space at this moment, about allowing people to stand half bent down, and there was also a width of the position on the left and right, which was not as narrow as she thought. It was a temporary shelter that Qian Yumo worked hard to create for the two at the critical moment, but he ......

She hurriedly bit her lip.

She doesn't have time to be sad. The most important thing now is to leave here. Because the air is limited, she can't let both of them suffocate here, and she can't consume this limited air because of her useless feelings.

She held her breath and listened for a while... Was it buried in the depths and could not hear the movement on it or had the avalanche stopped?

But she didn't have more time to hesitate, and she struggled to move herself out of Qianyumo's arms.

The temperature originally attached to her body dissipated with her movements, and his body gradually cooled down.

Luo Wener almost cried.

He has always liked to warm her with internal strength. Even at the last moment, he was worried that she would suffer from the cold, but now...

Qian Yumo, are you relieved? Do you know that if you... I can't live, do you know?

She quickly climbed to Qian Yumo's feet and took out a dagger from her leather boots.

She exhaled. Fortunately, the dagger hasn't been lost yet.

I can't tell the direction and which side is closer to the ground. I just clenched the dagger and dig it desperately.

Snow, the usual snow is light and loose, but who would have thought that after thousands of years of accumulation, it was as hard as a stone and cold. She only chiseled a few times, and then froze and trembled, and her hands were numb.

But she didn't dare to stop. She turned herself into a machine and kept repeating the same action.

Silence and monotony make people feel that the time is particularly long and numb, especially when the air is getting thinner and the mind is more and more blank. It is simply a kind of pain of wanting to escape death but having to see it come step by step to drive away the hope that is not very powerful.

She didn't know how strong she was with every knife. She just kept chiseling the hole that was not very deep.

Except for the boring chisel sound and no other sound, the man still fell asleep steadily, as if he had fallen into permanent silence.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the dagger known as cutting iron like mud broke from the handle of the knife and lay diagonally on the ice and snow.

She was stunned for a long time, suddenly dropped the handle of the knife, moved to Qian Yumo's side, and hugged him: "Wake up, we are really going to die here!"

But the corners of his lips were quietly bent, as if laughing at her panic.

She was angry and began to toss him, but her hand somehow touched the back of his head and was immediately shocked...

At this time, a slight sound came to my ears.

She was at a loss with fear and took a while to catch the sound.

Listen carefully, it seems to be the sound of digging, and there are human words.

She suddenly became excited and lay on Qian Yumo's shoulder and calmed down for a moment. Fang stuck to his ear, and her voice trembled so much that it was difficult to say, "Amo, we... are saved!"

Then, she sat up, held the handle of the knife, and knocked on the ice wall without rhythm.

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Several people who were so heavily dressed that they could hardly show their eyes saw a woman emerge from the hole they dug, but they drilled back and immediately dragged a man out of it... It turned out to be a man.

"Please, help..."

Someone stepped forward and put his hand on Qian Yumo's nose... and left.

"Three sons, take this woman away!"

They were covered and their accents were not familiar, but Luo Wener could see that they were going to take her away and leave Qian Yumo.

She suddenly regretted that she only wanted to escape, but she didn't consider who was coming. She saw that they were holding things scattered from the car, gold, silver and other things in their hands, and they were still carrying dog-pulled sleds. One of the sled was Qian Yumo's favorite elegant white satin silk embroidery quilt.

A look again... snow, messy wood, cloth...

Are those people... dead?

She heard someone mutter a few words, and then another person began to untie her belt.

"You...you..."

Luo Wener hurriedly retreated and hugged Qian Yumo... But this man can no longer protect her...

However, suddenly I heard a fierce shout. One of the tallest men stabbled the one who was about to take off his clothes, then strode to the edge of the sled, picked up the elegant white satin silk quilt and threw it to Luo Wener.

Luo Wener understood that the man was going to take off his clothes to keep her warm.

She hurriedly shook off the quilt and wrapped it around Qian Yumo.

The tall man came forward. Although his voice was vague, she understood. He was saying, "He's dead!"

"No, no, he is not dead!"

Everyone found that this woman, who had been trembling like a frozen kitten, seemed to suddenly tie up her hair and stared at them fiercely, like protecting the most precious treasure in the world. As long as they dared to take a step forward, she would stretch out her sharp claws to tear them to pieces. Even the sled dogs hit her fiercely and couldn't help sobbing and retreating.

So this afternoon, Wang Fu and others returned to Xiangyang Village with a woman who refused to let go of the dead man in their arms.

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Luo Wener sat on the sled, and the white satin silk embroidery was tightly wrapped around herself and Qianyu ink.

She looked at the white, sparse and dry branches that kept crossing her sight, and gently pressed her face on Qian Yumo's cold face: "Amo, I won't let you die, no!"

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According to the experienced village head, looking at this weather, there should not be an avalanche, but it happened. Someone must have entered the mountain, so he sent someone to see who came. First, the other is... No matter who it is, he must not be able to live, and see if there is anything that can be taken back.

This place is covered with ice and snow all year round. It's really poor.

This trip was really rewarding, but I didn't expect that I also got a woman... and a man.

It's dead, but I don't know why this woman didn't let go.