Chapter 85 Memories of Snow 1

The smoke shrouded the long-lost smoke, like the souls of the soldiers on this battlefield. If someone sees such a scene, they will probably feel that they have seen hell.

The black land is soaked with blood, and it is impossible to tell which part of the human body those fragments are. The hazy sky began to snow, a little white, as if trying to bury everything tragically deep.

In such a place, even exhalation feels depressed. But there is a slender figure, looking for countless tragic corpses, as if looking for something.

Bing Ling looked up at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger, and her eyebrows frowned slightly. There seemed to be some emotional fluctuation in the clear eyes, and then worry emerged.

She has been looking here for nearly four hours. The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the last trace of the sun has already disappeared. Coupled with heavy snow, the visibility is very low, and the sight can't be worse. If she doesn't find him again, the consequences will be unimaginable.

When she received the news of Gu Junmo's accident, she happened to complete the mission on the Russian border. She had come here as fast as she could, but she didn't expect it to come too late. It has been eight hours since he had an accident. Even if he was still alive at the time of the incident, it has been delayed until now...

"You are a woman, why do you do such a thing?"

"This will be the last time I let you go. If we meet again, you will be the enemy."

"Why do you always pester me? What on earth are you trying to do?"

"...Do you think I really don't kill women?"

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The cold snow fell on the cheeks, and the long eyelashes have been glued together. He exhaled a light and long breath, as if he wanted to spit out the strong smell of blood in his lungs. The meticulous and rigid voice seemed to ring in my ear again. Biting her already frozen purple lips tightly, she patted her face and warned herself not to waver. That man was so stubborn that she could die easily. If she couldn't see the body, she should stick to it.

There is no extra equipment on her body. Instead, because of the previous task, her shoulder was plotted by those scum in Mexico, and it is estimated that her muscles and bones were injured. Now the left half of her arm is almost out of her strength. But she didn't want to give up. She had an intuition that made her believe that the man was still alive and firmly believed that...

... I don't know how many bodies have been found. More than two hours later, the temperature has dropped to at least minus 30 degrees. She has been trained since she was a child. Seventy-two hours of water and rice, coupled with extreme weather conditions outdoors, whether it is snowy or hot and dry deserts, or humid rainforests, this is not a problem, even if she is injured. But he is different...

The heart seemed to be much colder than the temperature outside. It kept falling because of despair, and the body had been numb for a long time, and the whole body was only held by the last trace of spirit that did not collapse.

Another two hours of searching, and the snow has accumulated a thick layer on the body. She must peel off the snow with her bare hands before she can find and confirm it one by one.

...Finally, after more than eight hours of death, perhaps thousands of bodies really let her find him! The man's face was covered with oil, his eyes were tight, and he was pressed under the two bodies without any sign of life.

Bing Ling only felt that her breathing was stagnant, and her unconscious fingers had trembled slightly. Finally, she took a deep breath, reached out to probe his nose, and her heart suddenly tightened - he died!

The heart that had been falling seemed to "beat", sink to the bottom and stopped beating.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and her eyes were blurred. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and reached out to touch his carotid artery again. Under the strong and cold skin, a weak beating came along the numb fingers.

Her eyes turned a little, and she made a decision. She took off their coats from several corpses beside her and wrapped him tightly, and then moved hard to put him on his back, let him lean on the uninjured shoulder, staggered a few times, and stood up a little.

He should not be seriously injured, otherwise he would not have lost a lot of blood and such extreme weather that he would not last for so long. But although his blood is probably not his own, it must have hurt somewhere. Such weather can't be checked immediately. She can only find a way to help him maintain his temperature first, and then go to a warm place to check it carefully. It should be said that this man is lucky. It is very close to a place she knows, where there should be enough simple rescue supplies.

Because of the hair under her feet, she didn't pay attention and tripped over the snow, and the man on her body also fell to the ground.

She gritted her teeth and looked at his expressionless face, as if it was really just a corpse. After taking a few breaths, she held him on her back again and couldn't help worrying that if he had an internal injury, he would definitely kill him immediately.

"Since it's all here, don't die so cowardly."

She knew that he couldn't hear him, but he couldn't hear him. She could say it to herself.

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It has been two days since Gu Junmo opened his eyes, and the red flames jumping in the fireplace brightened the whole room. The body can't move, and the head is sinking. Even if you try your best to gather your consciousness, you can only trace back to the memory of the second you were injured by the bullet.

The eyebrows moved stiffly... Later, who saved him? Where am I now...

The house seems to be the simplest brick and tile structure, and the interior layout is extremely simple. Many medicines and bloody gauze are scattered on the log table, which should be used for him to wrap. His eyes swept over the bandage beside him, and his mood moved. He moved his fingers with difficulty, took the bandage over and hid it in the quilt.

From his location, you can see the thick snow outside the window. Is it such bad weather... Is the person who saved him still outside?

Just as he was in a daze, the door was suddenly opened, and a black figure came in. The man didn't seem to expect him to wake up, didn't look at him, and turned his back to clean up the thick snow on his body. The slender figure and the wonderful curve outlined by the tightness made Gu Junmo, who was lying in **, frown again - it turned out to be a woman...? And... it looks a little familiar...

Being on the front line of life and death all year has long cultivated a keen intuition. Bingling immediately sensed the hot eyes of the people behind her, turned back with some confusion, and happened to meet those vigilant eyes.

Seeing that it was her, a trace of surprise flashed on his face. However, the pale face that was frozen quickly calmed down, but his eyes swept by faintly, and he threw a live fish in his arms on the table, pulled off his left skirt and began to medicine himself.

A large area of ice skin and snow skin was immediately ** in the air, stained with a seductive halo because of the firelight of the fireplace, with a faint plump curvature on the chest, which is very tempting.

She was born and died all year round, and the children of the world felt that there was nothing to be pretentious about, and she did not reveal anything. But she obviously felt that the moment she took off her clothes, the two eyes that had been stagnant on her suddenly panicked and quickly avoided it.

A soft sound sounded in the room, which just came into Gu Junmo's ears, and the latter's face changed slightly. She seems to be laughing at him?

When she appeared in front of him again, she had dressed again and looked down at him with cold and arrogant eyes. Gu Junmo did not avoid it. He looked directly at her generously, but quietly clenched the bandage in his hand hidden under the quilt.

The phoenix's eyes swept his face, and there was no cold temperature. Gu Junmo was secretly speculating about her next move. Unexpectedly, there was a hunting sound of air being split open, and the next second the slender five fingers directly grabbed his throat without warning.

It was almost an instinctive reaction of his body. He was about to fight back with his backhand. A trace of surprise flashed in his condescending phoenix eyes. It seemed that he had the strength to fight back after he was injured like this and had just woke up.

However, Gu Junmo's body was not good after all, and she did not show mercy. She turned her palm into a blade and directly hit his shoulder that he was trying to move. Suddenly, a man's muffled hum and a bone "cluck" sound came from the air.

A burst of dull pain came. Gu Junmo knew that the joints on his shoulders were twisted and misplaced by this woman. His throat was clasped and it was difficult to inhale the air. His face was pale and he still wanted to move. She stared fiercely and said coldly, " put away your conscienceless vigilance. I want to kill you. I don't have to wait until now."

"If you move again, I will make you regret not dying directly on the battlefield at that time"

The terrible cold air came to face in an instant. Even if Gu Junmo stayed beside Qu Xiangtian, he was already used to the more terrible pressure, but her sudden anger still made his heart tremble slightly. I'm not afraid, I'm just a little surprised.

Rumor has it that "killing the indifferent scorpion" is one of Joker's most trusted subordinates, not only the sharp blade of the Field Department, but also responsible for the assassination. There has been a rumor among the people who fought with her inside the viper that if the snake's assassination force collides with the "killing indifferent scorpion", it may be invincible.

He remembered that he laughed it off at that time. This rumor was obviously too exaggerated. Even if he fought with her in the past, he always thought that the other party was a woman and never really fought with her. However, when he really saw her fierce skills today, he couldn't help but feel that the rumors were not unreliable. He dared not say it with one block of ten, and he was still sure of one enemy seven or eight.

He can't move now, and I don't know what her purpose is. Obviously, it's no good to be hard. The blunt pain came from the misaligned shoulder, but the man still spoke calmly, and his breath was not messy at all. He restrained his eyes and asked, as if he was asking the current weather.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

She looked at the restrained hostility in his eyes, stretched out her hand, and simply clicked, and the misplaced shoulder had been connected.

"If you twist it, I don't mind once a day."