At that time, I suddenly felt cold, cold, and cold, and I felt the wind blowing and blowing as I did at the beginning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I was swayed by the strong wind, and suddenly it was low and high, and finally Tom splashed out the snow mist that bloomed in all directions, and the snow flew. I was lucky enough to fall on the high snow on the periphery.

Although I was a little worried in the snow, I was afraid that I would be bruised again by the stiff body of ice beneath the snow layer beneath me, because I was already scarred and covered with wounds. But fortunately, in the process of falling to the bottom, I felt soft and fluffy under my body, and I fell to the ground unharmed. And, in the moments that followed, I suddenly didn't feel the wind blowing so strongly. I felt as if I was in a warm embrace, in fact, in a snow hug, a thick high snow hug, which hugged me and shielded me from the cold, the wind cold.

I lay in the thick falling snow for a short breath, a short rest, a brief moment of peace and tranquility. It's just that the only thing that is not beautiful is that the snow and ice crystals that are blowing above have been persistently and densely pounced on me, or reminded me that I can't lie there and sleep for a long time. Otherwise, I would probably be completely buried by the snow, and then frozen into a frozen corpse, like the beautiful ladies of the outer city near me.

So I struggled slowly, and kept struggling, and struggled harder and harder, struggling to move my body, turning over my body, writhing my body that I felt more and more strongly about being frozen, standing up slowly, and once again burrowing out of the deep snow embrace, leaning into the cold wind, and continuing to bravely meet the challenge.

In such a vast sea of snow, in such a deep dark night, how sleepy and tired I was, but I didn't dare. I tried to hold on, to motivate myself, to be strong, but also because I had no choice.

As I slowly straightened up from the snow, I saw that there was no light in front of me, and my eyes were weakly open, but I did not dare to open them. Sometimes I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes, and suddenly I received a group of snow and ice fluttering towards me, which made my eyes sour. And when I opened my eyes and looked ahead, and looked at the darkness everywhere, my ears were mixed with whistling sounds, and I could clearly and piercingly hear the more intense, high, high, high, shrill and mournful cries of many of the ladies and ladies of the city near me. I could feel their pain, because at that time, I was not? Besides, at least I still had legs and feet that could walk freely, and their legs and feet were all inadequate at that time, and when they did, they became a kind of shackles and constraints. But if not all of them had their legs and feet frozen in the thick ice, if their legs and feet could be cut off instantly, I think they would all choose to crawl away immediately, leaving the snow-filled Garden of Hospitality, and their bodies would crawl out of the city and crawl outside the Guyuan City to feel the warm breath.

And at that time, when I was standing in the wind and snow and thinking a little bit beyond the bounds, and thinking a little too much, I was violently blown by a strong wind, and I woke up, and my whole body trembled, and I couldn't help but shiver violently, I shook the thick snow above my head, I shook my eyes, I blinked, I looked out of my body again, looked up and down my body, and I became more and more sober to find that I could not see anything clearly.

I subconsciously and hesitantly moved in each direction, and it was only when I shook and shook that I remembered my oil lamp, and the faint light that had always existed outside me. In retrospect, I remembered that I had lost the precious lamp I had carried when I was being pulled and shaken by the bottom of the frozen quilt by the madwoman who couldn't see the figure or figure behind me.

I continued to think and reminisce, and in the vast snowy night, I hurriedly crawled on the thick snow with my guesswork, and flicked my arms as hard as I dived, and swam bravely through the layers of snow. I was looking for the oil lamp, the little bit of light, in the confused, impermeable sea of snow and snow. Because I need its illumination, it is possible to enter the depths of the ladies and ladies of the city, and it is possible to find the way back, the way out.

After I went through that crazy woman's tugging and throwing and survived, I became a little hesitant, a lot of fear, I felt that he was simply not an ordinary person, just like the devil. And I got to the bottom of it and realized what she did, she was just to show off the quilt and keep warm from the cold, even more.

But at that time, his people had been reduced to the point of not caring about everything, no longer caring about the life and death of people outside him, but just desperate for survival.

I didn't blame her too much at that time, and I couldn't find out who she was, in that vast sea of dark night and snow. I was paddling hard in the nearby sea of snow, and as I swam around, I was suddenly surprised at how the woman had been able to survive on the outskirts of the ladies of the city, but she had not been frozen, not frozen, but still had enough life and vitality. So why didn't she run out of the woman's ice corpse? So she hid at the bottom of the crowd of ice corpses to avoid the wind and cold, dodge the flying snow, seek peace, wait for the dawn, and hope that the snow would stop. Or, maybe it's just that her legs didn't break free and suddenly froze, her legs and feet were also frozen at the bottom of the ice, but just her upper body could bend down, she could bend over, she could bend over, or she could lie down to the bottom of the female corpse that was frozen and struggled to twist and slant the snow-thick cover that fell into the female corpse, and barely survived.

At that time, in the middle of the wind and snow, I had to crawl on the top of the thick snow indiscriminately, crawling and touching in the direction I had turned, and with the help of the sudden screams of the city ladies and women, I tried to adjust the direction again and again, twist the angle, deliberately get close to the place where the sound came from, and try to return to the place where the city ladies and women on the periphery froze, the periphery, the circumference, because it was there that I was caught by the crazy woman who did not know the truth, and there I struggled desperately, and there I lost my oil lamp。 (To be continued.) )