"Miss, listen to the slave, wait a while, you run out, don't look back, the slave will help you lure these guys away."

She panted and whispered as she ran, her pretty face white.

Li Qingrong pulled her hard and directly snatched the wooden hairpin in her hand.

"Don't think about being a hero, don't even think about it."

Chunniang was silent, her throat was sour, as if a ball of cotton was blocking her throat, making her unable to speak.

A good woman has ambitions in all directions, and she is silent in her heart.

"Miss, the slave is a cheap life, it is a blessing in life to be able to grow up with the miss, you will listen to the slave this time," she said, her voice became more and more choked, and she tried to squeeze out a trace of laughter, which was extremely stiff.

"Slave mouthful, tomorrow winter you help the slave burn some paper money, the slave may not be able to serve the young lady anymore, you must take care of yourself, woo woo," she cried with a handful of snot and tears.

"Laughing ugly, shut up!"

The wolves in the back still chased after them, and they showed their sharp claws viciously and were about to cross over and scratch.

Li Qingrong rolled awkwardly to the side with Chunniang, and by coincidence, the direction in which the two rolled down was a deep pit on a slope covered by snow and dead leaves.

Just listen, there was a loud "bang".

The two of them completed an awkward free fall perfectly, and the wolves at the edge of the pit paced restlessly in place for a long time.

He even used his claws to test the clods of dirt on the edges, but finally retreated with a low roar to no avail.

Chunniang seemed to be frightened by this series of changes, and Li Qingrong turned over and carefully examined her body.

After making sure that it was all right, she lay on her back at the bottom of the cold pit and exhaled a few times, which was considered clean, she thought.

She raised a pair of plain hands stained with wolf blood, and casually scrubbed a few times in the snowdrift on the side, and then lay down to rest quietly after confirming that there was no more blood.

The cold hand covered his brows, and a pair of black pupils were bottomless but flashing with an abnormal brilliance.

The shadows of the clouds overhead gradually drifted away, and the night sky became clearer.

The bright moon is bright and clean, and the silver light is everywhere, reflecting on people's faces, hazy and beautiful.

Li Qingrong pulled her thin lips, threw the porcelain piece in her arms indiscriminately, and closed her eyes weakly.

The early winter sparrow sings in the half-light and half-dark sky, and in the farther and more infinite sky, a great last morning star is staring, like a lonely eye.

The sunlight was reflected by the dazzling snow, and Chun Niang suddenly sat up after muttering a few words.

She sneezed coldly from the morning wind, and when she saw her surroundings, her brain short-circuited.

What about wolves? Are they saved?

"Are you awake?"

Chunniang was awakened by the hoarse and low voice of the girl next to her, and she hurriedly went to check on her master's situation.

The girl's dirty face was unusually flushed, and she closed her eyes slightly, leaning quietly against a solid clod of earth.

Chun Niang's cold thin hand covered her forehead, and the contrast between hot and cold was stark.

Li Qingrong opened his eyes comfortably and looked at her, only to feel weak, his legs were weak, and his head was dizzy.

She tried to sit up, but she was sweating profusely, and her close-fitting clothes were already wet with cold sweat.

"Ah, it's hot, miss, you have a fever!"

There was another sound of Chun Niang's chirping and exclamations in his ears.

Li Qingrong's only thought before fainting was magically reproduced again, it was a pity that Chun Niang didn't go to be a monk, she complained in her heart.

When I woke up again, the sun was in the sky.