"Relentless, treacherous. Is this really just a tiger?" Ye Mingke exhaled deeply, suppressed the fear in his heart, and listened attentively.

The forest was very quiet, except for the sound of falling rain, as if only the sound of the white tiger under the tree stepping on the fallen leaves, but Ming Ke heard something else, a voice that he had been chasing since the beginning of his escape.

"It's not far off. He muttered a low voice, then took a deep breath, abandoned the branch, and climbed up another tree, ignoring the sound of the tree falling behind him, and jumped again to the next tree.

Tree to tree, life and death, Ye Mingke couldn't hear the sound of the rain in the forest, only his thunderous heartbeat and the almost inaudible sound in front of him.

It's close, it's close!

Through the shade of the trees, you can already see the mountain stream in front of the forest, Ye Mingke's speed actually skyrocketed again under almost impossible circumstances, sweeping over the trees like the wind, even faster than the white tiger chasing on the ground in a short period of time.

Quick, fast!

Finally, approaching the creek.

Ye Mingke slammed down from the tree like a cannonball, blowing up countless mud. The girl on his back decided that he couldn't use the landing roll to unload the force, but could only choose such a violent way, he seemed to hear the wail of his own bones, but he didn't have time to think about it at all, he just ran towards the stream!

He only made this one mistake in this hunt between life and death, but it was this one mistake that saved him absurdly.

The landing place was only a dozen meters away from the stream, but Ming Ke felt that it was so long, his back was so heavy, the mud under his feet was so soft, and his steps were so weak.

Why are you so slow?

Thoughts seem to stretch out a short moment for an incomparably long time. A deafening tiger roar behind him brought his hair and flew forward, fly, fly, fly!

"Bang"

The last step was stepped on heavily, the stagnant water splashed everywhere, and Ye Mingke's whole person jumped up, flying like an eagle falcon over the turbulent stream ahead.

The moment he jumped, the cold hair on the back of his neck clearly felt that the white tiger was rushing and the fishy wind had touched him, he suddenly twisted in the air, the cold light flashed, and he pulled out a sharp dagger from his boot and stabbed it fiercely at the white tiger behind him, and the white tiger's sharp front paws had already scratched his clothes, and his other hand held the tiger claw hard.

"Hiss", "Poof", "Roar", "Boom"

Blood light, tiger roar, and screams of pain intertwined and bloomed between humans and tigers, and then Ye Mingke dragged one of the white tiger's claws and fell into the stream together, exploding a large splash.

Water, rushing water, blood smeared and drifting water.

Ye Mingke fell into the water, and his first reaction was still to use the dagger in his hand to stab the white tiger that was holding in his left hand, but he suddenly felt that his left hand was empty, and the dagger in his right hand was also empty.

"What's going on?"

Ye Mingke's mind was confused, he accidentally swallowed a large mouthful of water and choked it in his throat, and hurriedly held his breath and struggled to swim upstream, but he was washed away by a turbulent undercurrent under the water, lost his balance and rolled in the water.

He thrashed hard, feeling his chest getting more and more suffocated, but his limbs were so weak, he looked up at the sky light through the water, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. As if he heard a strong prayer in his heart, an undercurrent that he didn't know what he hit suddenly returned and lifted him upward, and he swam frantically with the force.

"Wow"

His head finally came out of the water, and he coughed up the water in his throat and breathed hard, never feeling the air so sweet.

But he only had time to take a few breaths, and a tree trunk drifting in the river slammed into his chest with the raging current, making him can't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, but his beastly instinct made him subconsciously hold on to this huge log, which was both a devil and a life-saving nobleman.

He adjusted his posture and climbed the log, as the wood floated and sank in the water, his ears were full of the sound of rumbling water, and out of the corner of his eye, he didn't know where they had been washed by the river, and the two banks seemed so far away to him, that he really didn't have the courage to cross at all.

The wound on his chest from the tiger's claw was still bleeding, and his physical strength had been exhausted after a long run and struggle, and now he only felt that his eyes were black, his ears were roaring, and he could faint at any time, and he used the last bit of strength and consciousness before he fell unconscious to untie one of the vines that bound Bai Qiaoqiao, and tied them to the log under him. Then he lost consciousness.

Bai Qiaoqiao woke up before Ye Mingke fell into a coma. She was woken up by the water when Ye Mingke entered the water, and if Ye Mingke hadn't swam to the water in time, she might have drowned in the stream.

After revealing the water, she kept talking to Ye Mingke loudly, but unfortunately, under the cover of the rumbling water, Ye Mingke's already vague consciousness at that time did not notice her voice.

When Ye Mingke untied a vine from her body, she was horrified and thought that Ye Mingke was going to abandon her in the river. But she soon saw the boy on the verge of coma using vines to tie her tightly with herself and the wood beneath him.

He didn't say a word that he wouldn't give up, he just silently picked her up and never let it go.

Drifting on logs in a stream that swells after the rain is extremely dangerous and nerve-wracking.

Bai Qiaoqiao pursed her pale lips tightly and stared intently at the water in front of her. The vines that Ye Mingke had tied before he fell unconscious were not strong, and Qiao Qiao untied several other vines to strengthen them one by one. The wood sometimes got stuck on the reef in the middle of the stream, and Jojo adjusted the angle of the wood little by little, and then crossed the reef by the stream.

After all, he was already so brave and did his best, how could she easily give up because she was afraid.

I don't know how far it was washed away by the stream, and the log finally ran aground in a shoal. Qiao Qiao untied the vines, put Ye Mingke's arm around the back of his neck and put it on his left shoulder, supported Ye Mingke with his right shoulder, and struggled to go ashore together with half a drag and half a shoulder. Ye Mingke is a bit heavy for her, but it is not so difficult to afford, because his body is so thin and thin.

It's already dusk. The rain in the mountains and forests is continuous, and it is even darker. Standing by the stream and looking at the mountains and forests not far away, Qiao Qiao looked extremely helpless and lonely in the face of the huge and terrifying darkness in front of him.

It was dim, but not absolutely, but a terrifying darkness that could only vaguely make one see vague and uncertain shadows. Silence, but not absolute silence, but a faint unsettling sound of hard direction.

Fear, like a cold and slippery poisonous snake, crept into Bai Qiaoqiao's heart. She didn't want to, didn't want to step into the terrifying darkness ahead.

But.......

The girl looked up at the gloomy and rainy sky, the rain was still falling, the icy spring rain was continuing to rob them of the little heat that remained in their young bodies, which had been frozen to numbness, and the stream was still rising, and it was unknown when it would flood the place.

Let's go, you can be as brave as he is.

Bai Qiaoqiao's bitten lip was already oozing blood, and she staggered even when she was standing, and she half-carried Ye Mingke and staggered towards the dark mountain forest.

Let's go, just find a place where you can shelter from the rain.

But where is there no such cold, death-like rain?

It's so tired and cold.

Qiaoqiao, who was once as slender and clear as a blank piece of paper, seems to have become a paper man wet with muddy water. She struggled step by step in the muddy water of the mountain forest, and the muddy water covered her white clothes and white jade-like face.

It's so tired and cold.

She didn't know how far she had walked, hundreds of meters, maybe only a few tens of meters, but she felt that she might never be able to walk again at any time.

And the icy and terrible ubiquitous rain, through the branches and leaves of the mountains and forests, merged into a heavy, icy stream of water, hit them again and again, and she felt terrified, maybe they would never be able to escape these cold tentacles.

Yes, the hands, the rotten breath in the nose, the faint unknown strange scream in the distance, as if there are countless hands pulling them, maybe they will be pulled into the mud under their feet by these countless hands in the next moment, and rot here together.

Bai Qiaoqiao really couldn't hold on, she stopped, and this time they would probably fall in place forever. She looked up overhead, and except for the barely visible light reflected by the falling water, all that remained was boundless darkness, a darkness as a prison.

There is nowhere else to go.

Maybe I shouldn't be disobedient and have to come to the school to participate in the trial, and I should always stay at home and guard the lonely medicine furnace. She must be an ominous girl, she thought, otherwise why would she dream of those bad things since she was a child? Why would the fearful white tiger in her dream come into reality? If she didn't have herself, then he wouldn't have died if he was so brave and powerful.

Like a white lotus stuck in the mud, the girl slowly sat down in the muddy water, holding the unconscious boy. She hugged the boy tightly, and in this cold, dark night, they were the only little warmth they had for each other.

She looked at the boy's cheeks, which were also stained with mud, and wiped the muddy water off the boy's face with the only corner of her sleeve that was still not muddy. Looking at the boy's closed eyes and thin and delicate face, she suddenly felt that she was not so scared.

That's a kind of possession, right? They're probably friends already.

I have friends of my own.

She embraced the last shred of warmth, consciousness faded away, warmth dissipated, cold turned numbness, darkness, nothingness.

Just then, she heard the bells!

"Bell"

The melodious and penetrating bell covers the bell full of forest rain, representing the bell of the light of incense in the world, the bell of mercy and salvation.

Bai Qiaoqiao woke up from the coldness and despair, she struggled to get up from the mire, looked up and listened, a little unable to believe her ears.

"Bell"

As if in response to her thoughts, another loud bell came through the wind and rain and darkness.

Bai Qiaoqiao tried her best to pull up Ye Mingke on the ground, widened her originally hazy eyes in the dark, and groped her way to the bell step by step!

"Mingke, don't die, we haven't really become friends yet. ”

She said softly to the boy, even though her voice was hoarse to the point of silence.

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