Sikong Yao lay on Meng Xiyao's back and kept puffing out the heat. 【Book by】

The air flow was as hot as fire, hitting Meng Xiyao's face, making the uneasiness in his heart even stronger.

"Sikong Yao, are you okay?"

He asked urgently, but Sikong Yao didn't seem to hear it, and his thoughts were already muddy.

"Mom...... Elder brother...... Where did mom go......"

Meng Xiyao pressed the back of his hand against her forehead again, and the temperature was higher than before.

In the sky, the thunder snake kept surging, and a thunderbolt suddenly appeared, resounding through the nine skies.

The rain became more and more ferocious, as if it were a torrent devouring human life.

The mud and sand under his feet became wet, and Meng Xiyao accidentally slipped on the half-slope.

At the critical moment, he turned around and protected Sikong Yao in his arms, and the two rolled down all the way.

Sharp stones pierced his back, and the hard wood lay on his bones and nearly cracked.

Eventually, he slammed into the root of a large tree, and the force of the force nearly broke his spine.

The wound on his back, which had been scabbed, began to tear open, and blood mixed with the rain.

The slightly acidic rain seeped into his wounds, and the pain in his back was continuous.

Misfortune and blessing came, and because of this, the two of them stopped, so as not to roll off the cliff all the way.

Sikong Yao kept panting, his consciousness began to become blurred, and his reddened cheeks were like red-hot charcoal fires.

Meng Xiyao didn't care about the pain in his back, and picked up Sikong Yao again.

"I'm not going to let you have anything to do......"

He could feel that Sikong Yao was trembling all over, slightly and at high frequency.

"Mom...... Mommy don't leave me ......"

She was trapped in a nightmare, and she couldn't help herself from the mire of the past.

Meng Xiyao looked up at the sky, and the thunder in the dark clouds became more and more ferocious.

Rain the size of a mung bean slammed down on his face, and the rain had no intention of abating.

The mountain road at night was too steep, and he was carrying Sikong Yao on his back and couldn't take risks.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to find a place to settle down first. I can't let Sikong Yao get drenched in the rain anymore.

There is a small cave in front of you, and there may be jackals and beasts in it.

But he couldn't care about it so much, Sikong Yao's situation was not optimistic.

He shrugged his shoulders and gently dragged Sikong Yao up. Try to make her as comfortable as possible.

Then Meng Xiyao quickened his pace and ran towards the cave.

Halfway up the mountain, the drunkard's dwelling.

Yang Muling reinforced the fence and had just returned from the house.

The umbrella, which had been destroyed by the heavy rain, was slowly closed, apparently no longer usable.

She drank a large bowl of ginger soup and said to the drunk man standing by the window, "Master, close the window quickly, it's cold." ”

The drunken man stood up straight, looking up through a curtain of rain to see the sky that made up for the black clouds.

The layers of dark clouds couldn't hide a little light, and a star with a purple-red essence looked very strange.

The drunk has been here for I don't know how long. The rain had already wet his robes.

With a "snap", Yang Muling closed the window and scolded: "Master, why are you in a daze? ”

The drunk let out a slow sigh, his words full of concern.

"The demon star has appeared. I'm afraid of blood. ”

Cave.

Sikong Yao's panting sound continued to echo in the hollow cave at this time, making Meng Xiyao's heartbeat faster and faster.

Before, all the way down the mountain, there was only one thought in my heart, which was to rush back to the drunkard's residence to seek medical treatment.

And choosing to take shelter in the cave in this way, the obsession in my heart was put aside.

Meng Xiyao looked at Sikong Yao, who was confused, and suddenly fell into chaos.

He began to become flustered, and he was so anxious that he walked back and forth in the cave.

Meng Xiyao bit his lip tightly. A faint smell of blood permeated the air, and he tried to calm himself down.

At this moment, only he can save Sikong Yao.

If you panic yourself, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The rain-soaked clothes clinged tightly to Sikong Yao's body, outlining bewitching curves.

And at this moment, Meng Xiyao has no distracting thoughts in his heart, only one thought of saving people.

Inside the cave, some dry grass clippings were found in front of me. At present, there is no tool to make fire, so the most primitive way of drilling wood for fire can only be used.

The stick spun rapidly, and the tip of the stick and the grass clippings intertwined and a wisp of gray smoke drifted slightly.

A drop of rain fell down the ends of his hair, dousing his flames.

Meng Xiyao was about to collapse, and the wooden stick was shattered by his fist.

His head ached. Fear kept rolling back and forth in his mind.

Facing Sikong Yao, whose fate was hanging by a thread, he had nothing to do.

A feeling of helplessness welled up in his heart, and he felt his powerlessness again and again since he was trapped in Fulongzhai.

He has no ability to change anything, and he has always had to be submissive.

He began to become paranoid, and fanaticism ate his sanity.

Meng Xiyao clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking into his palms, and the stinging pain made him sober up a little.

"No, now is not the time to think about that."

He tried his best to contain his thoughts, and snatched them back from nothingness.

Rain contains bacteria and dirt, and the pores are open when you are in the wild, so the cold and mild temperature of the rain makes it easy for bacteria to invade the body.

Fire is the hope to dispel the cold, and it is indispensable.

He changed a pile of grass clippings to make a new fire, and the fire was extinguished again and again, and he ignited it again and again.

Finally, a wisp of burnt smell wafted up, and the flames quickly ignited the dried grass clippings.

He quickly took off his clothes, and with a slight twist, he squeezed out a puddle of rainwater.

He twisted and twisted, trying his best to let the rain seep out, and the fibers of the textile were almost broken by him.

He dried his clothes over a bonfire, then laid Sikong Yao flat on the ground, blindfolded himself.

He untied his rain-soaked clothes and changed into his own.

After groping around in the cave to make sure everything was safe, he ran outside in search of herbs.

As he left, he covered the hole with layers of straw and picked up some animal feces on the ground and smeared them on the straw.

The feces also contain undigested fruit scraps, which are bear feces that can be used to disperse wild beasts.

Then he went into the woods in search of an herb.

The wind was howling, the rain was pouring down, and he took every step. Circumstances are working against him.

The sharp wind cut his body like a knife.

The mud under his feet made it difficult for him to walk.

The rain was beating against his face, preventing him from opening his eyes to the point where he could not see the way forward.

However, against all the odds, he stepped out step by step.

Because he saw it. The basal leaves are rosette-shaped, ovate-shaped green sheets as thin as paper, and an inflorescence rises tall and sways in the rain.

That's the plantain he was looking for, a weed that diluted water, cleared away heat and detoxified.

It was a lifesaver before dying.

He pulled out his feet that were deep in the mud and burst out with incredible strength.

He ran out of the plantain, his figure like a ray of light.

He uprooted the plantain and smiled maniacally.

Slowly protecting the plantain in his hand, a heavy boulder fell in his heart, and fatigue instantly surged into his heart.

His physical strength was exhausted long in the beginning. It was obsession that made him persist all the way to the present.

But it's not over yet, he still has to rush back.

The rain and the wind weighed him down, but he still managed to take his steps.

One step, two steps, three steps. Four Steps......

He didn't know that he had run so far all at once, the cave seemed so close at hand, but it was miles away.

The rainstorm is like a raging devil who wants to destroy the weak life.

The wind seemed to roar, telling everyone that humans could not be resisted by nature.

Raiden also joined the ranks and acted recklessly.

The silver snake blew up a century-old tree. The wind uprooted it, and the torrential rain piled up in one piece, and it came in one gulp.

The mud and rocks collapsed, carrying the large trees all the way down.

The resulting place is completely destroyed, and all obstacles have become accomplices at this time, washed down under the traction of the uncle.

The mud under your feet is also helping to abuse. He no longer had the strength to move forward.

He was prostrate on the ground, watching only as the mudslide was about to engulf him.

Meng Xiyao was unwilling, unwilling to fall down.

He hasn't done his mission yet, but what can he do?

He slowly closed his heavy eyelids and waited for death.

The mudslide roared all the way. With an arrogant posture.

Meng Xiyao tugged at the plantain in his hand tightly, remembering Sikong Yao's glance and smile.

Time rewinds little by little, Fulongzhai, Xiamen, College, the heart of holy food......

The regretful scenes were played like a marquee, and he remembered the first time he saw Sikong Yao.

He wears a cat-eared hair ornament and a cat-faced mask, and she searches for black truffles at Pros Farm with a playful smile.

He remembered her innocence.

"Well, I'm here to find a black truffle."

He remembered his rude charge.

"Do you want to use your nose to search for black truffles? Don't you ......?"

He remembered the promise he had made at first sight.

"No matter, if I find the black truffle later, it's all mine."

"Okay, it's all yours."

So, he opened his eyes suddenly, and he couldn't die yet.

The purple light flashed in the sky, Meng Xiyao pulled his feet out of the mire, and with a leap of strength, the mudslide tilted past his ears.

He ran wildly, all the way to the cave.

The muscles were torn, the blood was broken, and he was desperate.

"Untitled III", Li Shangyin: Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-step......

The cave was getting closer and closer to him, and hope beckoned to him.

It's just around the corner, it's finally here, and it's really nice not to give up.

He smiled with relief, and we would all be okay together.

Just when Meng Xiyao was full of joy.

A gray wolf came out of the cave with a mouth full of blood.

The wolf licked his lips, scarlet fangs in his eyes.

He suddenly petrified, and the plantain slid down between his hands, and he slowly fell......