As I crept down the slope that felt long enough, I felt weak and slowed down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Because of my knee-jerk judgment, the end of that slope should be reached.

Of course, I don't dare to make an absolute guarantee. However, from the moment I slowed down, I began to concentrate my attention on the palm of my hand, and even more to my eyes, and I hesitated with my fingers to expand the range to the left and right, to the edge of the slope, and suddenly to the edge and top of the slope, not wanting to miss any possible corner, and more so to look intently at the point where my arm was outstretched, to look ahead, to every touch of my arm, and even to put my head down to my eyes to try to identify anything my fingers touched, though it was vastI really couldn't see anything in the dense, dark snowy night, but the only thing I was sure of was that I could see my precious oil lamp shining through the thick snow mist in the night.

Encouraging myself and strengthening my confidence, I continued to walk slowly down the slopes in front of me. When I was a little bit away, I stretched out my arm, and every time I blinked my eyes, I could touch, touch, or see the oil lamp, and my anticipation was too hot and too strong.

However, I really didn't expect that the scene at that time was really not what I expected. As I was half-kneeling and half-crawling, my arms finally touched the edge of the snow in front of the narrow slope, and suddenly it rose high, and my head suddenly hit the high snow thick snow when I stretched out left and right in a panic, and I was covered with snowflakes, and the snow was thick, and the snow on the left and right and in front of me collapsed, and I couldn't find the oil lamp, let alone see the light.

At that time, I was suddenly deflated, exhausted, and a little dazed. At that moment, I was a little desperate to stop exercising, leaned straight up, leaned over, lay on the edge of the slope, leaned on the edge of the thick snow, and reminisced earnestly.

I think my oil lamp was lost in that place. I thought back to the fact that I had struggled in place since the oil lamp was gone, and had not moved far away. And at that time I was being dragged wildly backwards by the madman, and I only tried to break free from it as best I could, at most stretching my arms forward, and I tried to move forward again and again, and contrary to the madman's pull, I was looking forward to crawling forward, to escape. And when I thought of it, I suddenly became impulsive, turned around and climbed up the snow again, scratching at the layers of snow and ice nearby, searching for it with concern, and even more desperately looking for the oil lamp without blinking. And when I couldn't find the light anyway, I was so amazed and panicked that I was so caught off guard that I began to imagine that the light of the oil lamp must have been crushed under the thick snow, or had been inserted diagonally into the middle of the thick snow as I tossed and tried to escape. I frantically shaved and shaved the snow, and the vast area outside me was filled with snow and ice, and the snow was flying everywhere.

When I felt with a detached spirit and strength that I had all been slashed and flattened by the high snow in front of me, and I had carved out a deep, vast stretch of low snow, and I was so tired that I was panting, I still could not find the oil lamp, let alone see a trace of light from the oil lamp. But in a daze, I suddenly realized that I was acting unexpectedly, that my movements were too strong, vibrating, too big, too attention-grabbing, or attention-grabbing, and I suddenly felt numb, and I suddenly felt cold, and even more frightened! I suddenly remembered that the madman might still be near me! I was afraid that I had disturbed her again!

When I thought of it, I jumped forward and turned around like a dog, and I fell to the ground in a flash, and I was already turning quickly, lying on my hands and feet, on top of the snow on top of the thick ice.

I landed on the ground and opened my eyes wide and wide, for I felt as if something was moving in front of me, even though I could not see anything, much less clearly.

I was confused and imagined by my senses, I felt that I should be near the madman, and at the same time I was deeply aware that the madman was more likely to be near me, and we should be preparing for a fierce fight in each other.

None of us could see the other, none of us could see the other, but I felt strongly that the person was in front of me after I turned around, in front of my head, as if suddenly I felt it, and it became motionless!

When I imagined there, I remembered the scene of fighting with her not long ago, and I sketched in my heart the picture of her crazy scramble in the vast sea of snow, outlining the situation when I was tortured by her to the point that life was worse than death, I couldn't survive, I couldn't die, I tried to encourage myself, I was determined to fight with her, otherwise, I would suffer too much, and I had to go around after eating.

I then held my breath and closed my eyes for a moment to listen intently, and I listened to the howling of the ladies and women in the middle of the garden gradually weakened, and it should be that they fell into despair again, and began to quietly endure the wind and snow and the cold in low pressure, and conserve their strength. And with the silence of the ladies and ladies of Central City, I heard the sound of the wind and snow more and more pure and clear, but after the various sounds of the wind and snow were quickly and recognizable, a faint whine rushed into my ears, and the sound was so close that it was intermittent, and I heard it very surely.

I felt like the madman was near me, but I couldn't see the oil lamp. I was wondering. I slowly opened my eyes, turned my eyes to look around at the angle of the front half of the face, and suddenly tried to reach forward and stretch out my eyes to scan, but there was definitely no sign of the light at all.

I had to think of other possibilities, to guess other possibilities, and as I was pondering, I suddenly thought of a consequence, which was that the oil lamp had been extinguished, blown out, covered out, or the oil had burned out. When I thought of it, I panicked, panicked, and I was completely helpless in that vast sea of snow and dark night. (To be continued.) )