Wedge

The north wind roared sadly, rolling the dense snow mass, and raging wildly in the dark and empty world. Under the wind, the snow mass was as hard as flying sand, violently hitting a broken temple in the vast wilderness.

The temple has almost collapsed, and only the main hall is still intact. Guanyin in the middle is mottled with paint. She sits on the lotus platform, half-dropping her eyes and looking down at the world compassionately. Guanyin is like the left corner of the backwind. Four yellow and thin men shrinking around the bonfire, with their backs against the arms of a tall man like Guanyin. , holding a thin skinny little girl, her head leaned weakly on the man's chest, closed her eyes unconsciously, and only the faint breath in her nose proved that she was still a living thing.

The tall man was holding the little girl's head in one hand and a spoon in the other, pouring warm rice porridge into the little girl's mouth.

A sudden thunder outside the hall, and lightning instantly illuminated the heaven and earth. The storm roared sadly, rolled up the snow mass, and rotated quickly, as if spiritual. It rushed straight from the empty and distant sky to the broken temple, penetrated into the door of the temple, bypassed the Guanyin statue, and rushed to the people and fire in the hall. The prosperous fire was extinguished.

Li Xiaoyao did not know how long he had sunk on the extremely beautiful and cold seabed. A hot warm current suddenly rushed into his body, and his lax consciousness suddenly gathered. Li Xiaoyao struggled to emerge from the surface, but his hands and feet could not move at all. In an eager panic, Li Xiaoyao suddenly felt that his eyes could be opened.

"The little sister woke up!"

A surprised scream pierced Li Xiaoyao's eardrum, but made her extremely irritable. She only felt that one side of her body was as hot as if there was a fire, but her fingertips and feet were cold and numb. Between breathing, her chest tingled like a needle, and the noise in her ear caused a shrill in her head. The sound turned into hundreds of sharp steel claws and desperately wanted to tear her and tear her into pieces and throw her out. In pain, her stomach was ****. The warm and straight gushed out just now. Li Xiaoyao subconsciously wanted to curl up, but she couldn't move at all. Her body didn't seem to be her, and she couldn't even make a sound in her head. The sound was more sad and sharp, and in extreme pain, Li Xiaoyao lost consciousness again.

Outside the hall, the wind and snow in the distance seemed to be silent in an instant. Only around the broken temple, countless whirlwinds of different sizes flew at high speed, swirling snow dust, sobbing low, screaming sadly, unwilling to retreat, and daring to enter.