Before the boy could react, he fell to the ground, hit his shoulder out of nowhere, lost his balance, and rolled down the tunnel. In the midst www.biquge.info of the whirlwind of the pen, fun, and pavilion, the boy only had time to protect his head, and his body bumped into the pit a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the upside-down onions were plunged into a pile of snow.

The boy crawled out of the snowdrift in embarrassment, secretly glad in his heart that the exit was not a hard stone, otherwise half his life would have been confessed here. I looked up to see where I was, but as soon as I moved my eyes to the entrance of the cave, the cave snapped shut.

The boy shook his head, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart, as if the cave had suddenly closed because he didn't want him to see it.

The boy immediately attributed the strange feeling to the intense journey of Shicai.

In fact, the boy protected his head for the first time, and now he doesn't feel any pain, but on his body, the first one on his shoulder is ruthless, and it is not light to hit him a few times in the tunnel, and now he will have a pain if he moves slightly. Not to mention the original large and small scars on the body, which have been dullly painful. It's just that, compared to the previous hopelessness, the boy felt that even if it hurt more, it didn't matter.

The world in front of me was white.

There are flowers, ice flowers.

There is grass, ice grass.

There are trees, ice trees.

There are mountains, icebergs.

Compared to the latter part of the Blue Wave Road, the darkness in the cave is dazzlingly bright.

The boy blinked his sour eyes and walked forward.

There's only one road here.

A road covered with wind and snow.

When the boy first walked forward, it was still very good. Under the bright sunlight, the snow on the road was a little wet.

It didn't take long for the wind to pick up.

It's overcast. Thick clouds in the sky blocked the daylight.

The snow had not yet fallen, but the wind was getting colder.

The clothes on the boy's body had worn out as he had squeezed through the mountains. The wind slipped through the hole in his clothes, and then slipped out of another hole, like a naughty child, quietly taking away the heat from the boy's body.

Earlier, Chad was full of life and longing, and he didn't feel cold. At this time, I couldn't help but shiver and felt a chill.

The boy tightened his clothes and quickened his pace.

The snow on the ground was slightly melted, and the wind blew it into thin ice, and it was a little slippery to step on. I broke my left knee when I was in the mountains, and when I crossed the blue road, my nerves were so tense that I didn't feel very obvious. When I jumped over the platform, I slipped with my left foot and fell, and when I fell down the tunnel, I didn't know if I had been hit, and when I got up from the snowdrift, I felt that it was a little difficult to walk. At this time, I was stimulated by the cold wind, and I felt that my left leg was heavy and painful, and I walked with a limp, but I couldn't go anywhere.

It didn't take long for the snow to fall.

The wind crushed the fine ice particles against the boy's bare skin.

The mountain walls on both sides of the road were covered with ice and snow, and from time to time the broken snow and broken ice were blown down by the wind, smashed on the boy's head, and in his neck, turning into ice water and soaking his clothes.

The young man walked for a while against the strong wind, only to feel that his hands and feet were getting stiffer and stiffer, and his legs could not take a step in the wind.

The boy looked up and saw snowflakes flying in the air, and the end of the road in the distance seemed to be covered by a layer of white smoke. The bitter wind swept the ice and snow, rolled and roared in mid-air, and rushed towards the boy, stinging in the boy's face, and he could barely open his eyes.

Can't go.

The boy found a shelter by the roadside, dug a hole in the snow, and curled up and sat in it. From time to time, clean up the snow cave in front of you, and wait quietly for the blizzard to pass.

The blizzard didn't last long.

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, the boy struggled to dig open the snow cave where he was hiding, trying to keep walking, but he didn't want to lose his legs.

His feet were curled up in the snow cave, like objects that were not on the boy's own body, wooden and wooden, and he couldn't move half a step.

The boy lifted one foot out of the snow cave with both hands, and lifted the other foot, trying to stand up, but fell to the ground and fell into the snow.

The boy thumped his numb legs hatefully, gritted his teeth, threw himself to the ground, and reached forward to crawl forward.

I can't move my legs, I still have hands!

Even if I climb, I will also climb into the Demon Palace!

The boy held his breath, not knowing how to have a seizure, so he was so angry that he vented his anger on the road, and he was not slow to climb at first. It's just that the boy hasn't rested well for a long time after all, and he hasn't used food to replenish his physical strength, so his physical strength can't keep up, so his speed naturally slows down quickly, and he can only drag his unconscious lower body slowly forward.

His body was clinging to the ice-covered ground, and the cold snow soaked through his clothes, freezing the boy's body.

The boy finally reached out and took out the only palm-sized cake from his arms, took a small bite, and carefully put it back into his arms.

I wonder how long it will take to reach the Demon Palace?!

The young man regretted a little, on the road of blue waves, when he tried to settle down, he shouldn't have been so lascivious and broke so many pieces of cake. At least, if you break it a little smaller, you can take a few more bites now!

The cake was frozen stiff and crunched in the mouth, making it difficult to swallow. The boy grabbed a handful of snow, stuffed it in his mouth, chewed it carefully with the cake, and slowly swallowed it into his stomach.

Although the stomach is still hungry and the mouth is thirsty, the bread should be kept and eaten slowly. And the boy didn't grab the snow and stuff it into his mouth to quench his thirst.

The boy knew that compared to hunger and thirst, the loss of calories was the deadliest thing at the moment. Eating snow only consumes a small number of calories in his body, but it does not necessarily quench his thirst.

The boy continued to crawl forward.

When you are tired of climbing, you will stop and rest for a while, take a small bite of bread, and replenish your meager physical strength.

Luckily, the boy never encountered such a big snowstorm as before, and only encountered a few small snowfalls.

Even so, the boy finally couldn't crawl. Lying on the ground, I only felt that the strength in my body was getting out of my control one by one.

The boy struggled to raise his head and looked at the end of the road, the cave that was already clear.

That should be the end of this snowy road!

It's just that the young man smiled bitterly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he lost even the strength to make expressions.

I really can't climb anymore!

My hands were so sore that I could barely hold on, and the wound on my shoulder hurt all the time, but now it was so heavy that I didn't even feel a little more. The whole body was soft, without a trace of strength, and the body kept shouting, and I couldn't ignore it, and fell asleep immediately. It's just that once you fall asleep in the snow, you can't wake up again!

The young man's fingers moved slightly, but he still couldn't lift half of his strength.

On the white snow, I saw the young man's figure standing still for a long time, lying there as if he was asleep.

The boy's hand suddenly rose and stretched forward, clutching at the dirt and weeds under the snow, and struggling to move forward.

One-step.

The young man secretly counted in his heart, his body accumulated strength, and it took a long time to climb out of the step.

Two steps.

……

"The wind and snow can't trap you. Hmph, I don't believe you can survive Yongning Dao!" Looking at the figure that bounced from time to time in the field of vision, the owner of the sight grunted and pulled the cardinal on the side.

The young man looked behind him, and somehow, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Shaking his head, the boy put his distracting thoughts aside, looked at the nearby hole, and continued to work hard.

It's here!

The boy struggled into the cave, and suddenly his spirit relaxed, and he lost consciousness.

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