"Even if you're not dead, you'll freeze to death after a while. It's icy and cold! Go back and get some wine to warm up! ”

"This trip is done, how much silver will be spent on my brother!"

"How much silver is not enough to fill your little girl's skin in the Huayue Building!" The crowd laughed as they spoke.

At this time, a pair of feet kicked the woman violently, and Yang Qiqi's shoulders and ribs were also indirectly hit twice. But no matter how painful it was, she didn't dare to make a move.

"Look dead." After saying this, Yang Qiqi felt the snow beside him sink, and with it, the footsteps were complicated and gradually disappeared.

Yang Qiqi let out a long breath, but he didn't dare to move immediately. It was not until there was no sound on all sides and there was a dead silence that he dared to move.

She was pressed by the woman, her limbs were numb from the cold, and she couldn't exert any strength. The snow under her body was slightly melted, mixed with the blood flowing from the woman, soaking her cotton jacket. It is damp and cold inside and out, and the wind is cold.

The woman's chest rose and fell slightly, her beautiful face was as pale as snow, and there were traces of blood on her lips and neck. She bred herself on, leaning to the side.

Yang Qiqi gasped and crawled out from under her with difficulty.

It turned out that the woman blocked an arrow for herself, pretending that both of them were shot to death, so that the killers thought they had succeeded. The woman was afraid that the tip of the sword would stab Yang Qiqi, so she blocked it for her with her hand.

So Yang Qiqi looked full of blood on his back at the moment, but he was not injured at all.

The woman's eyes opened slightly, and she said weakly, "Thanks to you." The woman knew very well in her heart that if Yang Qiqi didn't listen to her at that time, but shouted out with a grudge, then their mother and son would have only a dead end.

Yang Qiqi's dark eyes stared at the woman, and suddenly remembered Wen Yaojia, she felt a little pity in her heart, and said, "Your hurt ......"

The woman's good-looking apricot eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with relief: "It's useless." Little girl, you're from Nagano, right? ”

Yang Qiqi was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

The woman continued, "You go to my son, his name is Bai Eleven." Find Him, follow Him, and you yourself will be saved. ”

Yang Qiqi was secretly surprised by the woman's sobriety and transparency, his face did not change, and he said indifferently: "He may not be able to get out of this forest by himself." If I don't look for him, he'll die. ”

The woman seems to be in her chest, and the corners of her lips are touching. That wise look was exactly the same as Wen Yaojia, which couldn't help but make Yang Qiqi extremely trance. "You're so young, but you've escaped from the camp alone, and you've been cornered. You follow Eleven, and everything will work out. ”

Yang Qiqi's eyebrows moved slightly, and it was inevitable that he would be uneasy. Looking at the appearance of the mother and son, the origin must be not small. I have nowhere to go in a short time, which is the best way in front of me.

The woman raised her arm and pulled her cuffs with difficulty, and an emerald jade bracelet slipped from her sleeve to her wrist, and she struggled, "Take this to him...... Eleven, he, he's a kind child. And you...... You're a smart girl. Please...... Help her. The woman's demeanor has always been extremely arrogant, and her expression is always filled with a kind of arrogant emotion, as if bowing her head is something she will never do in her life.

But now, the woman actually begged Yang Qiqi. Her eyes were filled with heartache, reluctance, and deep worry. She was so worried, but she was going to die. She had no one to entrust her, so she could only give her last hope to this very unreliable little girl when she was dying.

Yang Qiqi saw Wen's expression when he was about to die from her eyes. She felt a pain in her heart, and said without looking around: "You, if you have the strength, don't say so much." Beyond this forest, there is a small village. ”

"Eleven grew up in a house with me, and he was a kind-hearted child. When he was five years old, he saw a caterpillar on the bluegrass, and although he was afraid, he refused to let the little insect shoot to death. He is humble and courteous, and never loses his temper with his domestic slaves and beats people. He is still very filial to me, ...... winter," the woman said, coughing a few times and her voice weakening, "He is too kind-hearted to be easily deceived." Also, he doesn't understand, the world is difficult, and people's hearts are sinister...... I never told him, I didn't have time to tell him, I ......"

When Yang Qiqi heard this, he couldn't help crying silently.

Her son, the son she hadn't seen yet, didn't know what kind of child she would grow to be. She didn't have time to tell him that the world is difficult and people's hearts are sinister.

The woman's voice faded into obscurity, and finally drowned in the north wind. The sky was full of snow, leaving only Yang Qiqi's voice alone.

This loneliness makes people feel suffocated from the bottom of their hearts.