Tu Tuqiao, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, and they were entangled with that Cao Jiao, and they had already turned their faces, but in order to deal with that Wei Taiqiang, they actually united again.

Because, the e-sports stadium under Wei Taiqiang has developed well, and the e-sports players under Wei Taiqiang in these e-sports halls have begun to occupy a certain advantage.

Through the duel with that Wei Taiqiang, those e-sports players under Tu Tuqiao have been trained, and they believe that their strength has also been rapidly improved.

Many lucky esports players are starting to make a fortune with their skills.

That Wei Taiqiang had to face the enemy's alliance.

Sweet words Han Geya

Kleber, oh, Kleber...... Why did you go back to the cave? Why do you want to die?

She buried her face in the waterproof fur of the otter's skin bag and sobbed loudly.

She felt exhausted as her weeping subsided, but she was freed from the terrible pain. After a while, she walked to the river, washed her face, and put the medicine bag in the basket. She didn't have to look at the contents again, she knew everything there.

She grabbed the rod and flipped it aside, as resentment poured over for sadness. Anger ignited her resolve, Browder you can't kill me

She took a deep breath and struggled to keep herself in order. She put in the ingredients for the ignition and the horns of the bison, and pulled out a few tools from her stack of skins. She took a round pebble from another leather strip and threw it into the air, then took it in her hand. Any stone of the right size can be used as a bullet for a bullet with a stone belt, but a smooth cobblestone can be used more accurately. She left a few.

She then found her boulder, which was made of strips of deerskin, "with a protrusion in the middle for stones." The long, thin ends are a little distorted due to long-term use. But there is no doubt that it must be left behind. She untied the leather strip that bound her elk around her body and used it to tie up what she was carrying. The leather girdle slipped down, and she stood naked, leaving only a leather rope around her neck with a small leather bag tied to it. It contained her amulet. She took it off her head, trembling all over, feeling more naked than the amulet, but the hard thing in the leather pouch reassured her.

This is all her possessions, and all the wealth she uses to survive is the hard stuff in her leather bag and her knowledge, skill, experience, wisdom, determination, and courage.

She quickly brought her amulets, tools, and bullet stones to him and fell silent. I turned my head—I really didn't have the strength to look up—and looked at him, and his expression surprised me. His eyes were half-squinted, his teeth clenched, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He gasped for air, and I realized that he had been holding his breath all the time. "I can't say." He said disheartenedly.

"Say what?"

He ignored my question: "Bella, don't you have a secret that you can't tell?" ”

He looked at me with some hint in his eyes, and I thought of the Cullens at once, and I hope he didn't notice the weakness of my heart.

Didn't you hide it from Charlie and your mother? "Actually something you don't want to mention to me?" he asked.

I opened my eyes wide and didn't answer his question, but I knew he took silence as recognition.

"I have the same ...... now Situation, can you understand it? He said in fits and starts, as if searching for the most appropriate words to say, "Sometimes, honesty can do bad." Sometimes, you may not be keeping a secret that you are keeping alone. ”

I couldn't argue with him, because he was absolutely right—I wasn't hiding my secret, I had to keep it, and he seemed to know everything about it.

I never understood what it had to do with him, Sam and Billy. Now that the Cullens are gone, why should they care?

"If you're here to make me guess, not to clarify the question, Jacob, I don't think you need to be here at all."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "it's so uncomfortable. ”

We stared at each other for a long time in a dark room, both of us disheartened.

"The worst thing is," he said suddenly, "that you already know everything, and I told you everything!" ”

"What did you say?"

He took a sharp breath and leaned over to me, his face renewing hope. He stared straight into my eyes and spoke quickly and urgently. He was facing my face and I could feel his exhalation as hot as his skin.

"I can think of a way to get rid of all problems - because you know everything, Bella! Although I can't say it to you, you can guess it yourself!! So I can get out of it too! ”

"You want me to guess? Guess what? ”

"My secret!! You can guess – you know the answer! ”

I blinked, keeping my mind clear. I was too sleepy to figure out what he was saying.

He noticed my dazed face and tried to pull myself together. "Wait, maybe I can help you." He said. I didn't know what he was going to do, only his rapid gasps.

"Help me?" I kept my eyes open, desperately resisting sleepiness.

"Yes," he gasped, "I can give you some clues." ”

He cupped my face in those thick, warm hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and lowered his voice as if to hint at what he was saying.

"Remember the day we first met – on the beach in Lapsey?"

"Of course I do."

"Tell me about it."

I took a deep breath to concentrate myself: "You asked some questions about my pickup truck......"

Disconnected in a worn place. She grabbed the long strip of leather and tossed it aside, pushed the basket aside, climbed onto the bearskin, and wrapped herself. Only then did she stop trembling and fell asleep in a hurry.

After venturing across the river, Ella headed north. But it's actually a little bit westerly. Summer days get warmer. She continued to search the open savannah for human traces. The blooming flowers show that spring has passed. The grass had grown to waist-high heights.

The weather was getting warmer, and as the days passed, Ella grew tired of the road, lost interest in the monotonous savannah, and hated the relentless sunlight and the never-ending wind. Her skin became rough, chapped and even violent, her lips cracked, her eyes became inflamed, and her throat was always full of sand. Then she came to a rare valley, which was greener and more wooded than the prairie, but it did not entice her to stop at all, and where there were no humans, everything became hollow and boring.

Although the sky was always clear, her fruitless trek kept her in a shadow of sorrow. Winter always dominates the land, and even on the warmest days of summer, you can feel a biting chill. You have to start storing food, and you have to find another place to shelter through the long, hard season. She set out in early spring, and she began to feel that she might be destined to roam the plains forever, or eventually die here.

On this night, as in the old days, she set up a dry tent. She caught a little prey, but her charcoal was extinguished, and the wood became harder and harder to find. So she would rather eat raw than bother to make a fire, and she has no appetite. She tossed the marmot aside, even though the prey was scarce, and she didn't want to widen her eyes in search of it. It's also more difficult to collect. The solid earth is entwined with dead plants. The wind never stops.

She didn't sleep well and was always plagued by nightmares. When I woke up, I felt an uneasy feeling. She had nothing left to eat, not even the groundhogs she had discarded. She took a sip of water, and now that even the water had lost its taste, she put on her back and began to walk north.

Around noon, she spotted a small stream. There are a couple of small puddles next to it. The water tasted mighty, but she filled the water bag anyway. She dug up the roots of some cattail plants, sticky and without any taste. As she searched around, she chewed on them. She didn't want to go any further, but she didn't know what else to do. Because of her mental trance, and even hempting, she didn't care where she went. She didn't even notice the proud cave lions enjoying the afternoon sun until she heard the roar of the lions.

Fear swept through her body, and she snapped to her senses. She slowly stepped back, turning west to avoid the lion's territory, and she had gone far enough north. Maybe it was the god of the cave lion who blessed her. No beast has the strength of its body. Even though it is her totem, it does not mean that she is immune to any attacks.

In fact, Kleber also knew that the cave lion was her totem. She still has four long, parallel scars on her left leg. When she returns to a cave she hid in when she was five years old, she always sees a huge melon seed sticking out of the hole. She remembered that she had dreamed of that paw again last night. Kleber had told her that she had survived by being tested and proven worthy. In a trance, she involuntarily touched those scars along her legs. "I don't know why the cave lion chose me." She thought.

When the sun sinks in the west, the sun is unusually dazzling. Ella had trekked some way down the slope to find a suitable place to pitch her tent. She thought about the dry tent again, and she was happy to fill the water bag in time. But she soon had to find some more water to use. Exhaustion, hunger, and frustration forced her to make herself stop not far from the Lion's Den.

The horizon in the distance was so brightly lit that she could barely see clearly

Do you have any other plans? You shouldn't have come with me. I'm serious. If you turn around and go back now, I won't be angry. Either way, it's time for you to make a decision. You know as well as I do that maybe we'll never get home again. But if you want to go back, it's best to leave now, otherwise you'll have to wait until next winter to cross the glacier and return.

No, it's not the final moment of decision, Sonoran. I've wanted to travel once in a long time, and now is the time. Jodala said in an irrefutable tone, while Sonoran thought there was an inexorable bitterness in his voice. Then, as if to get out of the atmosphere, Jodala changed her tone to a relaxed tone: "I never take a walk seriously. yes, and if I don't go now, I never will. This time I have made up my mind, my little brother, I will follow you.

The reflection of the sun's rays off the snowy white wilderness kept them from opening their eyes. It was already spring, but there was no sign of spring at the altitude at which they were. Jodala pulled out a snow goggle from a pocket that hung around her waist. It is made of wood, and it is shaped just enough to completely cover the eyes, leaving only a horizontal slit and tied to the head with a rope. He then quickly put the leather ring on the boot cover that wrapped his toes and ankles, and he put the boots on and put them on his back.

Sonoran has her boots ready. His craft is that of making pikes, and he carries with him his favorite pole straightener, which is made from antlers that have been forked off and drilled with a hole in one end. It is densely carved with spring animals and plants to show reverence for Mother Earth, praying that she will accept the souls of the animals hunted by the pike, and of course Sonoran himself loves sculpture. They inevitably lose some pike in the course of their hunting and must constantly replenish them during their journey. The Benchmark Corrector is especially useful when making the end of a pole, which cannot be controlled by hand alone. Sonoran knew how to straighten the bobbin or bend it into a cylinder to make snow boots by applying force to wood heated by hot stones or steam. They're just different ways of the same craft.

Jodala turned to see if his brother was ready. They nodded to each other and set off together, carrying along the gentle slope towards the vegetation. To their right, over the forested lowlands, they saw snow-covered peaks in the distance, jagged ice peaks at the northernmost end of those huge mountain ranges. To the southeast, a glittering mountain stands out among the peaks.

The highlands they had just crossed were small slopes by comparison, and the mountains formed by long-term erosion were much older than the towering peaks to the south. But the highlands are still relatively high for the rugged terrain of the huge glaciers, and they are also very close to the glaciers. Once the continental glaciers retreat to the extreme top, the highlands will be covered with forests. Now, it is a highland glacier, the epitome of a huge spherical ice sheet at the North Pole.

When the two brothers arrived in the forest, they removed the snow goggles that were used to protect their eyes but get in the way. Further down, they found a stream of water seeping out of the rock formations due to the melting of the glacier, which flowed mostly underground, and then emerged from the crevices into clear streams, flowing between the snow-covered banks like other glacial streams.