I was under the tossing and tearing of dozens of times, or thousands of times, and finally grabbed the corner of my quilt and was tired and panting, the big quilt was dragged by all my strength and could not be wanton, and the wild cold wind outside continued to rush towards my house, blowing and rolling, blowing so that my house was basically no different from the snowy and frozen cold world outside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I then tried my best to grasp the big quilt with both hands, little by little, and then my hands tightly hugged one corner of the quilt, and then more than half of the corners, I used my legs and feet together, and let the quilt roar with the strength of the cold wind.

I tried my best to stabilize the quilt for a moment, my eyes were painful and reflected in the strong wind, and I tried again and again to look out of the south window, into the dim sky of wind and snow, and more importantly in the direction of the high Dongxue Hall where the city lord Pang was on weekdays, I thought I could see some light there, some lights on, and even the faint figure and figure of the city lord Pang, but I just didn't expect that I was too simplistic, too naïve, I really thought everything was too ridiculous-

The wind and snow outside did not weaken much throughout the night, and it was sudden and fierce, without a trace of gentleness. My eyes tried to look out dozens of times, but I couldn't see a trace of light outside the window at all, only the wind blew the big snow feathers and obscured my eyes one after another, so that I couldn't see the outside world at all, half an eye, and the most important thing was that I couldn't see anything except the dense blizzard snow feathers that were close at hand.

I was helpless in every way, in my disappointment and frustration again, I couldn't help but endure the bitter cold that was not much different from the ice and snow outside, and I suddenly no longer had the luxury of seeing and hearing anything, and I no longer cared about the situation on the Pang City Lord's side, because I felt that he had forgotten at that time, and he had probably forgotten to care about me.

Then, at the moment when I continued to indulge my thoughts, in the blink of an eye when I was a little slackening my physical strength, and when I was caught off guard, the wanton wind outside suddenly swirled and turned violently in my house, and suddenly it was extremely violent and blew me with the big quilt that was whirring and fluttering outside the house, and blowing it out of the window, so that I and the quilt were rushed to the window together, and I and the thick quilt blocked the small window together, and stuffed it tightly!

My body seemed to be being exerted by the rear, and at that moment, I violently pushed away from the window. I was pushed to the window by the fierce wind blowing together with the thick quilt, and for a moment out of the window, fortunately, the window was not big, fortunately, the quilt was wide enough, fortunately, at that time, I was lucky and busy, and the wind blew the quilt outward, and I quickly gathered the quilt, so that it gathered on my chest as much as possible. And at that time, the cold wind insisted on blowing outward, making the quilt flutter straight outward, and the final result was a moment of silence, and suddenly silence, and the whole room was instantly quiet! Because the whole quilt happened to be neither big nor small, and it happened to fill the whole small window! It was tightly stuffed, tightly stuffed, and stuffed calmly, and my arms were tightly stuffed into the thick quilt, and it was difficult to extricate myself.

Just like that, I held the quilt tightly and stopped at the window, not moving, not shaking, and even, in fact, I couldn't move when I wanted to, I couldn't shake if I wanted to, and half of my little predecessor, especially my arms, had been tightly and rigidly stuck in that small window.

I hesitated again, I thought I had been subjected to an unusual test, a thrilling test, and my whole body was a little exhausted, and my whole body was warm from the excessive exercise. I also thoroughly and thoroughly felt the cold, rigid, fierce, and soul-invading of the wind and snow outside. Once again, I began to ponder, ponder, ponder, ponder whether I should leave the house and step into the vast snow-swept garden below, to save the beauties of the city who were dying.

At that time, my ideological struggle was very strong and fierce, and it was very repetitive, because I also deeply felt and felt that the cold outside was not ordinarily miserable, extraordinary, and could be described as unprecedented at that time.

My outing, my adventures, one of my choices could leave me with no return, no way out, freeze to death, or be trapped in the cold of the world outside. So I had to think twice, think about it, hesitate......

When I was most struggling to choose, I suddenly heard faintly human voices, mournful howls from the sound of a raging blizzard, but not very exactly.

Then I felt very strange, and I continued to listen, and listened, and listened intently, and listened strangely, and found that the voice was gone. Immediately afterwards, I felt the horror of the night.

I think it was the most frightening night and the most torturous night of my stay in Guyuan City, and I continued to stay at the window that night, and continued to endure with the quilt, although my front body was a little warmer, but the back body was even colder.

I then slowly fell to my knees, and without the wind and snow in the house and the peace and tranquility that had just passed, the freezing could not be counted in it.

However, when my dry yellow and cold face, especially when my forehead touched the top of the quilt that had not been touched and was also in the ice cave sleeping room, and when I was briefly awakened by the cold of the top surface, there was a strange cry in my ears, and, at first smell, I was sure that it was still the faint desperate cry of a woman.

The second time I could hear clearly, I was suddenly numb, in the midst of that arguably empty garden of hospitality.

I shuddered, scared, and couldn't help but think about it.

But after that mournful near-wail, the outside world was once again drowned in the whistling sound of a blizzard.

I began to think, to be afraid, to think of the worst, to think of the most bizarre, to think of the most unrealistic, to think of the most fearful, to think that I did not know what I could do, and finally to think that I had put life and death aside, and suddenly I was awake in my mind, and I began to speculate, to wonder if the tragic and tragic woman's cry should have come from the garden of hospitality in the rear......

I went from being the most afraid, the most fearful, and the most unbearable at the beginning, to the most indifferent and desperate later, I thought of a possibility, that is, in the ice and snow outside, under the cover of the vast backlog of snow, among the women who could not walk an inch in the vast garden of hospitality, among the city ladies, there were lucky survivors! )