There was already a roar of a man-bear behind him, and Wushuang was right, this guy had already remembered the smell of the person who shot at it, and he didn't have the heart to chase other prey at all, and chased it all the way in the direction of Wushuang and Ma Ya, but now he was blind in one eye and his speed of action slowed down a lot. But its body is tall, and now it is in a state of rage, restoring the nature of the beast, and directly on all fours rampaging in the ridge. The speed is much faster than that of Wushuang and Ma Ya.

Just now he was carried by Lu Haotian and Wushuang didn't feel too badly injured, but now Ma Ya helped him run wildly in the ridge, moving all over, and he felt the pain of the dislocated affected area behind him. He clenched his fists and endured the severe pain, no matter how painful it was, he didn't want his sweetheart to know his pain and worry about him.

"Brother, bear with me, ahead, do you see it? Just ahead, the ripple at the end of the forest, that is the Dobkul River! You must hold on!" Ma Ya kept giving Wushuang an atmosphere, and he was only a fraction of a millimeter away from surviving.

Wushuang was exhausted, or rather, the injuries behind him had completely crushed the optimistic young man's self-confidence. He fell to the ground, his limbs spread out, and he gasped for breath as he looked at the bright stars in the sky.

"Girl, you can go! I really can't walk. ”

"What do you say? Is my Ma Ya that kind of person? Sue you Wushuang, even if you point a gun at me today, even if you shoot me, I will not leave you half a step, I will die together, I will walk together!"

She didn't give Wushuang a chance to speak, and she didn't care if he agreed or not, she carried the Mosin Nagant gun in her right hand, and with her left hand, she picked up Wushuang by the waist again, and dragged her to the Dobkul River.

That is, the body of the girl in the mountains is good, and the weight of Wushuang's 140 catties is almost enough to fit her two, but this mountain girl who usually seems to be weak and can't help the wind is tied to Wushuang and her fate like a dead dog.

They could already clearly see the turbulent water of the Dobkul River not far away, and the man-bear had chased after him dozens of meters away, and his eardrums were painful with every howl. All the flowers and plants in the vicinity crushed by the big creature turned green paste, and all the trees collapsed, and it was like a demon in hell getting closer and closer to its prey.

"Ya'er, let go of me, you go! It's too late!" Wushuang shouted.

"You've said it's too late, so what am I going to do? Brother, you believe in yourself, hold on, ahead, look, there is the Dobkul River in front, as long as we jump into the river, it will be helpless. Ma Ya cheered Wushuang up.

He is a man, a northeastern man, a descendant of thieves who once dominated the rivers and lakes, even if he is not for himself, he has to give his sweetheart a chance. He didn't care about the sharp pain behind him, he forced himself to grit his teeth, and held hands with his sweetheart to sprint to the last distance.

Bang...... With a loud bang, the man-bear behind him picked up a big tree root and smashed it at the two, although it didn't hit them, but the big tree root fell on the distance of more than one meter behind their heels, and the brute force of the man-bear caused a huge impact, and a strong thrust under the soil pushed the two out of the way.

Oh...... Oh...... The angry man-bear roared and jumped high, it weighed several tons to say the least, and if it was pressed down, the result could be imagined.

Wushuang and Ma Ya were pushed right to the bank of the Dobkul River by that powerful thrust, and they could already feel the coldness of the river on their backs, but now they were so sore that it was difficult to get up, and they watched the big guy fall from the sky, and it seemed that it was about to press on their fragile flesh.

"Damn!" Wushuang closed his eyes and secretly scolded himself for his bad luck, and he had to burden his sweetheart on the road with him.

Just when the two of them thought that they couldn't escape this catastrophe, the man bear just jumped up and used all the strength in his chest to let out a loud roar to vent his resentment, and its roar shook the heavens and the earth, leading the Zhì Dobkul River to set off a huge wave, which was more than two meters high towards the shore where Wushuang and Ma Ya were. The huge wave swallowed the two young men in an instant, and the tide retracted by inertia, pushing both of their bodies into the river.

Running all the way just now, the two of them were exhausted from running, and they had no strength to struggle anymore when they fell into the cold water at this moment, so they could only hold each other's hands to death. They no longer have the strength to resist, but fortunately, Wushuang's analysis is accurate, the man bear is unwilling to give up, and he also wants to jump into the river to pursue, but its behemoth body is too heavy, and it sinks directly to the bottom of the river like a jack drop when it falls into the river, and then the river surface ripples again, pushing Wushuang and Ma Ya farther away.

The pair of outlaw mandarin ducks had no strength to resist for a long time, and their bodies gradually surfaced, holding hands with each other and drifting with the waves, going farther and farther, farther and farther...... Gradually, he lost consciousness. It's just that I still remember in my heart that what I am holding firmly in my hand is the other half who will not give up even if I die.

The cold, the biting cold, the chill seemed to poke into the bone marrow, making Wushuang tremble unconsciously. Is it dead? Maybe only hell can have this kind of coldness.

"Ahem...... Cough ......" Wushuang coughed twice, spit out a lot of cold water in his mouth, and his breath gradually stabilized. His fingers moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and there was a blinding golden light in front of him.

"Damn, I'll just say, how can it be hell? Lao Tzu has to go to heaven at the very least! Lu Haotian's mountain cannon should go to hell!" he muttered to himself.

Crash...... Crash...... Waves of water hit him inertia, and then retreated back into the river.

His right hand moved again, and he felt that he was still holding a smooth little hand in his right hand, which was Ma Ya!

"Hurry up! Let's ...... We're not dead!" Wushuang struggled to stand up, but with a little force, the misaligned bones in his back were in unbearable pain.

Ma Ya was also woken up from his slumber, she got up from the shore, hugged Wushuang and cried bitterly, lamenting their luck in life.

"What are you crying for? It's not dead, my grandfather said, you can't always cry when you have nothing to do, the more you cry, the more you memorize the words!" Wushuang said with a smile. Although they are still alive, their current situation is still not optimistic, not to mention the injuries on his back, they don't know where they are now, and the temperature here is colder than in the Great Khing'an Mountains, the two of them are wearing single clothes, and they are soaked again, I am afraid that if they don't find a way to keep warm, they will have to freeze to death.