Running over for more than ten miles, the sound of the young man vomiting blood gradually became inaudible. It's not that she can't hear it, it's that she doesn't want to listen intently anymore.

Whew, it's finally out!

Su Qianruo stroked his chest and lowered his voice and shouted: "Free!" ”

Feeling the meaning of ice and snow on her head, she slowly raised her head and looked at the sky, I don't know when, pure white ice crystals fell in the sky, the starlight gradually sank, and the snow flew all over the sky.

Huge snowflakes fell from the dim sky. Suddenly, the mountains, the wilderness, and the mountain roads were all shrouded in white snow.

"Ah, it's snowing! Isn't it said that the dry geothermal area rarely snows in winter? ”

In the early morning of midwinter, a thin layer of silvery-white frost flowers was spread on the ground, and the cold air around it went straight to the cracks of the bones. Su Qianruo shrunk his neck and kept stomping his feet.

Stepping on the snow and ice, the bones seem to be frozen.

She tore off a hem of her garment, wrapped it around her bare feet, and ran out as fast as she could.

After running a mile, she paused, looked back at the mouth of the mountain stream, and behind her was snow-white, covered in silver makeup. She bit her heart and continued to walk forward in the snow.

After walking for about a pillar of incense, she stopped again and sighed. He squatted down and kept pounding the snow with his little hands, and after a while, dozens of fist-sized holes were smashed out of the snow.

Su Qianruo covered his cheek with his cold hand, struggled for a while, and then turned around and ran back frantically. The familiar scene kept regressing, her nose was red from the cold, her mouth was constantly belching white air, and her eyelashes stained with ice and snow trembled from time to time.

The body is hot, but the feet are stepping on the deepening snow, the silk cloth is soaked, forming a thin layer of ice, and the taste is indescribably cold to the bones.

She kept crushing and freezing until she came to the mountain stream, and the situation got a little better.

Blocked by the rocks, the snow could only fall from the cracks, and spread a layer on the ground, not like the snow that could reach the calf in an hour outside.

The snow here is enough to submerge the sole of a foot.

The fire had long been extinguished by snow.

There was a humanoid bulge beside the fire, covered with snow, stiff, and motionless.

Su Qianruo walked over quickly, brushing away the snow on his face with his hands, he fell on his back in the snow, and the blood stains on the corners of his lips and placket had already been frozen into pieces of dark red ice crystals.

Wouldn't it be true that the work would be dead at this point?

So what did she come back for? Collect the body?

Su Qianruo snorted hot breath at his hand, rubbed it vigorously, and then carefully stretched out his finger to probe his snort. Pointing to the cold...

Su Qianruo's heart sank suddenly, and his palm quickly pressed against his chest, and there was silence under his palm.

There is no heartbeat.

"Could it be? Could it be like Wen Yefei to be a freak with no heartbeat and no pulse? Su Qianruo comforted herself with a trembling voice.

She dragged him into a hollow, and then took out the fire fold from him, and trembled and picked up the dead branches stained with snow, shaking the snow and starting a fire.

Because his hands were shaking so badly, he burned his hands five or six times in a row before setting the dead branches on fire.

The flames rose slowly, small, red, the flames jumped a few times, fluttered upward, and gradually countless flames hugged together, and the fire reflected Su Qianruo's face, adding two points of fireworks to her.

She held her breath for fear that she would blow out the flames if she panted too much, and her two sleeves were burned out of the hole by the tongue of fire that rose up at the end because she wanted to protect the flames from being extinguished.

She slowly stepped away and moved the boy to the fire, pressing her chest as she roasted.

Everything Fenglianglou learned was not all bad. At least this trick used to first aid a man who had a stroke can give Su Qianruo one more chance to try to save him.

One, two, ten, twenty, she pressed tirelessly, and finally felt that the strength was not enough, and began to beat a few times like crazy.

"Don't die! Don't die! I don't want to take anyone's life! ”

The young man's eyebrows suddenly squeezed to the middle, and his eyelashes fluttered slowly.

Su Qianruo pressed ten times and then hammered three or four times, and he didn't dare to stop.

The boy opened his eyes three times, and finally opened a thin slit in his eyelids.

The woman in front of her looked panicked, her forehead was oozing with sweat, and her eyes were full of water, but she stared at her eyes so that she didn't let the tears roll out.

She didn't even notice that her lips were bitten by herself, and the bright red blood stained her lips like red plums suddenly blooming in the ice and snow, which was thrillingly beautiful.

She told him not to die, not to die!

Was she afraid he would die?

Why can't you die? Everyone in this world is looking forward to his death!

He controlled his gradually recovering heart, not allowing Su Qianruo to notice its beating.

It seems good to admire her crazy and almost crying.

"It's been half an hour, and the grandmother who taught this first aid technique said that if a dead person doesn't respond for more than half a pillar of incense, he is really dead!"

A hot tear fell on his chest, and if she hadn't been pressing that place, and there was still residual heat in his palm, he was afraid that he would not have had a chance to feel the burning heat of this tear.

He closed his eyes and peered at her with his psychic sense.

Many tears were already frozen in the air, only this one happened to fall on his chest, and fell into his chest.

"Fifteen! Beads, beads, children..."

The sudden appearance of a male voice startled Su Qianruo, she hesitantly raised her head and looked at the young man, who was looking at her without blinking for a moment with a pair of sharp and cold eyes.

"You're awake! You're awake! Su Qianruo kept screaming excitedly, and only then did he feel the pain in his wrist, and his fingers were numb and stiff.

She sat down on the ground, looked carefully at her swollen wrist, gritted her teeth and staggered to her feet, went to the ice and snow outside, and pinched a ball of snow to ice her wrist.

The cold air drilled into the skin, and the pain seemed to be relieved for a moment.

As soon as the pain eased, she ran back quickly, all the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat, and strands stuck to her forehead, and her smiling eyes were full of joy.

The young man opened his eyes and repeated coldly: "Fifteen! ”

Su Qianruo was stunned, looked at him stunned and asked, "What?" ”

"Fifteen!" The boy glared at her, looking away again.

Fifteen?

Su Qianruo first looked up at the sky, there was no moon, pinched his fingers and thought about it, today is not the fifteenth, it is the ninth day of the first month.

Suddenly feeling his suppressed anger to the extreme, Su Qianruo had a flash of inspiration, "Your name?" ”

The boy raised an eyebrow.

"Fifteen, since you are not dead, I will not harm your life. There is no grudge between us, and after dawn, we will part ways! (To be continued.) )