Chapter 339: The Snow Field is vast

Tears swept across his cheeks, leaving wet marks, blown by the wind, the temperature of dripping ice instantly overwhelmed the pitiful body temperature of the skin, and the thin tear stains gradually condensed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Then, the next teardrop washed away the cold and kind tears again, and the continuous cold wind continued to blow in the face.

And in this continuous melting and condensation, the delicate skin on Ziyan's face gradually dried up and shrunk, shelled and peeled, no longer smooth and moisturized, and became dry and rough.

However, where does Ziyan have the heart to care about this?

The sky was getting darker little by little, and Ziyan didn't know how long she had been looking, but she knew that the light on the snowfield had weakened a lot, and when she looked up, it turned out that the sun had already set, and a full moon had hung up in the middle of the sky. Fortunately, this harmful snow light is not without benefits, even if it is already late at night, although it is an overwhelming red light like blood, but there is enough light for Ziyan to see things clearly, he is already very lucky.

The original Jianshui autumn pupils can no longer shed tears, and the original black and white eyes have only left black colleagues, but the original whites of the eyes are covered with dense red bloodshots. The corners of the eyes have been cracked, and the bloodshot is frozen in the corners of the eyes, like blood-red tears.

Does it hurt? Of course, it hurts, every second is a hellish pain, like a pinprick and a fire, and it hurts to the heart. But so what? He...... I haven't found it yet! What if she closed her eyes and couldn't see him, and he died?

Really, it's not like she didn't see the breath. That strong wind, there was no one else around. The corpses that fell from that strong wind, in addition to the corpses of the Hun pursuers who had already died before and were squeezed out of the last bit of life potential by Aoda, there were also Xiang Jiajun and Mengjia Jun.

How did Ziyan feel when she saw the first fresh corpse lying motionless on the ground? Ziyan couldn't remember it anymore, or rather, she didn't want to remember it either. Anyway, the heart in her chest at that time seemed to be like this, empty, still, and immovable.

Fortunately, the face that was turned over and revealed was not Xiang Yu. Although it shouldn't be, after all, no one deserves to die, but Ziyan still secretly rejoiced, and that heart slowly beat again, fortunately, the person who died was not Xiang Yu.

More torture is yet to come.

Whenever she saw her bloodied body lying on the ground, she always had a cardiac arrest, and it was not until she turned over and saw a face that was not that familiar that her heart came alive and beat again.

But gradually, even such a simple thing became difficult for her to do. Her walk on the snow gradually became more difficult, staggering, and she would fall to the ground at any time, originally Ziyan thought, even if she climbed, she would crawl to find him. What is the saying? Life is different, death is the same hole. Even if they can't be in the same hole, it's okay to be in the same Qiu. Doesn't she still have a fur on her?

But, no, she has to stand up, if she doesn't stand up, how can she see the figure in the distance? How do you feel the body, be sure that it is not him who is dead, or find him who is alive? Just look at these corpses, in that tornado like a meat grinder, how miserable the corpses were, many of them were almost shattered, but what about her? She even has a big body on her body, and there is no external injury, which shows how well he protects her! He protected her so well, he must not have the strength to protect himself, so how badly injured he must be! Since he protected her with his life, what can she do if she reciprocates a little? That's as it should be, right? So no matter what happens to him, she's going to find him, right?

But even if you find him, how can such a simple thing become more and more difficult?

Purple Smoke struggled to get up from a section of the trunk, and there were dripping red liquid dripping down his hands, and when he just appeared in this icy and snowy place, it was still steaming white, and when it smashed into the snow, it was already a red coral bead one by one. It was the rough bark that she had just rubbed when she had fallen on the trunk in too much of a hurry.

Ziyan looked around blankly, but there was no clear outline in front of him, only black shadows one after another. This is the third time that the trunk of a tree has been recognized as a human figure, and who called this trunk about the size of a person? At least in her eyes.

But, Xiang Yu, where are you? Do you know Yu'er is looking for you? You must be very proud now! When you were looking for Yu'er before, the heavens and the earth almost turned the whole of Kyushu upside down. But I'm hiding well, and I just won't let you find it. Seeing that you are anxious, knowing that you are worried, I just don't come out.

Now Yu'er has been retributed, and now Yu'er is looking for you, Yu'er knows how anxious you were at the time, and knows how worried you were at the time, so don't hide, okay? Yu'er knows how uncomfortable it is to find someone, and Yu'er won't hide in the future so that you can't find it, so you come out, you come out and let Yu'er find it, okay? Yu'er is very scared now, afraid that she won't be able to find you. Were you so scared at that time, so afraid that you wouldn't be able to find Yu'er? Yu'er knows it, Yu'er knows it's wrong, so you come out, okay?

I don't know why, Yu'er wants to cry now, but her eyes are dry and uncomfortable, and she can't squeeze out tears.

No, you can't cry, you haven't found Xiang Yu yet! If you want to cry, you have to wait until you find him to cry, cry to him, let him know how bad he is, so bad and so bad, hide and not let Yu'er find him, it all scared Yu'er to cry.

Ziyan raised her hand and wiped her eyes, wiped the blood scabs on her hands and the corners of her eyes, and red blood beads came out again, pasting her face, and her nose was full of cold rust smell, and her eyes were blood-red.

Then, raise your feet and continue walking towards the next thing that looks like a humanoid.

Ziyan didn't know how long she had been looking, nor how many corpses and human-like things she had turned over. The hands were cut one by one by stones, from the bark of trees, from the stubble of the corpses, and with scattered pieces of iron. It didn't take long for the blood to stick her hand with the cane and the branch that she had picked up as a pathfinder, and every time she tore off the branch, it was like tearing off a layer of skin, and it was really painful to tear off the blood and blood scab. But what if you don't? She couldn't be sure with her eyes now that it was the person in front of her! She had to touch it with her hands, touch it with her hands, touch it if it was a person or a branch or a stone, if it was a person, she would have to touch whether it was a person or a corpse, and most importantly, if it was the person she was looking for.

He tore his hand off the branch again, and what he touched was a cold nail leaf.

Ziyan was shocked, trembling and panicked, putting his hand through the gap in his armor and reaching into his heart.