At that time, I not only complained about those city ladies in my heart, I blamed them for being too stubborn, too stupid, too ignorant of the depths, I was also concerned about their dying lives in the icy and snowy world, and I didn't want any casualties in the garden where I was located, I tried my best to support my body, bravely finally stood up, my arms were tightly on the edge of the door frame, I held my body out again, looking out again towards the snowy area of the garden, looking deeply, I wanted to try to see the tenacious and fierce city ladies and women in the ice and snow world below as soon as possible, but found that my efforts were useless。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I began to struggle anxiously, and several times I tried to rush to the edge of the opposite corridor against the strong wind, but I was swept back by the cold wind. On my last attempt, I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the wind turn in its direction

Rushing straight over, his arms tightly gripping the edge of the corridor, he cautiously poked his head outward, and looked under the snow below, looking for the traces of the ladies and ladies of the city, but found that the snow was too dense and thick, and it simply left no gaps. Moreover, the light of the lantern hanging from the roof of the verandah was so faint in the storm that I was obviously overwhelmed.

And on that dark night when the wind and snow were wanton, I couldn't see the bottom of the snow below, and I was a little desperate and frustrated. I am kindly concerned about the well-being of the ladies and women of their city, and although I do not know what I can do to help them or give them any friendship, I just hope that they will all be well.

And since I didn't see the snow below, I couldn't be completely sure that the ladies and ladies of the city were still standing in the Garden of Ice and Snow Pleasure. However, I was not sure that the city ladies were really not hostile to me, so I did not dare to take the risk and try anything too much. However, in that unforgiving dark night, I felt really lonely, very lonely, and I didn't have a friend who I wanted to be with. I didn't really dare to make any risky attempts at first, I still had a wide quilt on my shoulders, I squatted on the spot, rolled back to my sleeping house, and entered the center of the room, my arm ached and I seriously touched the snow covered in the house, and finally touched the oil lamp that was blown off the top of the table at the beginning of the strong wind, and shook it a few times, and when I heard that there was still a lot of lamp oil in it, I rejoiced in my heart, and hurriedly lit the oil lamp. Then I hastily slipped the oil lamp into my bed, half-hidden, half-illuminated, and once again I met the howling snow wind and leaned down again and walked out of the house.

I didn't do much about it, I just turned the edge of my doorframe, and I slowly and cautiously crawled towards the door of the next bedroom, covered by the snow outside, and I showed determination with every step. I want to try to go into the next room, the next bedroom, and see if the lady of the city who lives next door to me is not there.

When I walked to the door of the house next door in the cold wind and snow, I wanted to raise my head and raise my hand to knock on the door, but when I raised my face and looked at the door, I suddenly found that it was dark in front of me, and it seemed like a hollow hole. At that time, I suddenly realized all this, and my courage rose, because I subconsciously realized that there should be no one in the sleeping room next door, otherwise, the wind and snow outside will be cold and cold, how can the people inside feel (jue)?

When I thought of it, I grew even more emboldened, and I got up more indulgently, and was pushed by the wind and snow into the sleeping room. Illuminated by the oil lamp that had been tightly covered with the shade in my hand, I saw that the layout of the bedroom was essentially the same as mine. It's just that the room is a little older than my belongings, a little more basic overall, and basically the same.

When I entered the middle of the room, I slowly spread my legs and feet to hold myself up, and I looked around the room with an oil lamp and saw that there was no one. My mood continued to be low, and I deliberately moved closer to the bedside in the depths of the room, and lit it up as I got closer, but when I finally stopped at the bedside of the sleeping room, I tried to reach the top of the bed, and then I laid the whole oil lamp flat on the top of the bed, and I slowly turned and sat down on the bed, twisting my face outward, and once again carefully observing the room, I saw no woman except me.

At that time, I felt that the lady of the city in that room must have been in the snow garden on the north side below me. Or, at best, the best way to think of it, the woman she ......

I imagined it boldly, I guessed bravely, and all at once, with all my strength, I rushed out of the sleeping room with the oil lamp in my hand. I then leaned down again in time, slowly crouching, and at the same time greatly lowered the height of the oil lamp in my hand, and looked for the surface of the ground that had once again been buried in a thick layer of snow.

And I leaned down a few steps along the corridor of the corridor to move forward, my toes suddenly kicked the hard frozen thing, I was full of numbness, and then I trembled and stretched out my cold fingers in the light of the oil lamp and boldly grabbed into the thick snow, touched, and touched a large area in a continuous breath, and finally certainly, finally felt a frozen corpse, the figure of a woman.

I was in a fog again at that point. I'm not sure if the frozen bones are the Lady of the City woman who escaped from the empty bedroom below in the snowy garden, or if the frozen bones buried at the bottom of the ice and snow are the ones who were killed in the fight and slaughter of the many beautiful Lady of the City women. Therefore, I still can't be sure if the hundreds of city ladies and women in the center of the vast Hospitality Garden below have really rushed back to their bedrooms at the beginning of the blizzard.

Then, out of apprehension, out of much thought, out of unease, I had to brush the edge of the cold skeleton and continue onward, westward, down the corridor to visit the woman in the next bedroom. (To be continued.) )