final catastrophe

Chapter 502 1. One person (for subscription)

The fifth year of the Bright Era.

end.

Ren Qingying woke up, and she could see the heavy snow falling outside the curtain through the curtain.

The curtains are old-fashioned, plainly a piece of rough cloth.

There is still a hoe upside down in the corner, a hunting bow hanging on the wall, and a piece of intact deerskin. The antlers on the top of the deerskin are spread out, like believers who are welcoming and praying.

"Xia Ji."

A certain anticipation flashed in those calm eyes.

Recalling the stabbing knife in the abdomen, she didn't hate it.

After all, it was she herself who was hoping for an unrealistic situation, thinking that the man would never draw his sword against her.

However, how can a snake god be resisted by humans?
Ren Qingying was wrong, so she didn't hate it.

It just hurts.

Heartache.

She leaned against the pale and mottled wall beside the bed, and the wall was cold, so she quickly pulled off the quilt, turned her eyes to the wooden door, and began to slowly adjust her breath.

It's very strange, just a little mobilization, all the true qi of the Taiyin quickly gathered into the veins, and the thousands of thoughts and exercises were also activated at the same time, countless cold "white snakes" wrapped around his body again.

"recovered?"

Ren Qingying frowned her pretty brows.

Now that she had recovered, she suddenly stood up on her toes, the quilt was flying, and her slender hands picked up the hanging red gauze, as if the flames began to spin and dance.

Stepping on the ground with bare feet, protecting the body with true energy, and all the severe cold dissipated immediately.

flutter.
The door slammed and was pushed open.

A cluster of fiery flames flew out of the door, swept across the mountain hunter's hut, and passed through the sky.

The heavy snow poured down like an ocean, and her jade-colored toes lightly stepped on the snow, leaving no trace.

Searched around, within a radius of several miles, there was no trace of people, not even wild animals.

Returning to the Orion's hut again, the cold wind from the mountain poured into the door, and a piece of light yellow letter paper was blown up.

Red flames swept across the letter paper and waited until it settled.

However, the former leader of the Devil's Cult spread out the letter paper and put it on his long snow-white legs. There was nothing on the paper, but he wrote eight words: Pay attention to the temperature and temperature, and remember to eat.

"Xia Ji, you idiot!"

Letter paper, like dead leaves, spins and falls, never to return.

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in the snow.

A man was wrapped in a padded coat, walking step by step, with long hair flying like a ghost, but there was a thick stubble on his chin.

Without any weapons, he dared to walk alone in the winter wilderness, which was something even a seasoned hunter would not dare to do.

It doesn't matter if you are hungry, auditory hallucinations often occur in the narrow and deserted mountains.

Usually feeling the need to eat, the man will follow the sound that seems to be "beauty crying", usually in a cold cave, the cry will become louder and louder.

The man broke in without hesitation, and gently comforted them "don't cry", and when he came out again, the crying sound disappeared completely.

In this way, he acted chivalrously all the way, saved the world's sorrow and cried, and had a happy life.

The place bordering the millions of mountains in the west has long been set as Xishu.

Because it is very close to the mountains in the forbidden place for humans, the food is relatively sufficient.

Even so, it was impossible to light any bonfires in the middle of the night. It was bitterly cold during the daytime, and even the soul was almost frozen at night.

If you rashly sleep on the snow, you may never be able to wake up.

So, the man went straight to sleep under the snow, and the next day, following the habits of human beings, he lazily yawned and continued on his way.

Hurry up.

But there was clearly no way ahead.

Where are you going?
There are usually two reasons for moving forward. One is hope. With hope, people can go forward without hesitation, strive for, and pursue what they may obtain.

The second is despair. Because of despair, you need to escape, like chasing a tiger behind you, you have to go, because if you stop, you will be completely swallowed by the blackness in your heart.

Men are on their way, not because of hope, nor because of despair.

In the past, he had a name called Xia Ji.

Now, he doesn't want to think of this name, because this name represents pain like an abyss.

How many heroes' throats did that knife entwined with ghost snakes pass?

How many heads did he grab, laugh wildly in the sea of ​​blood, and then throw them away, stomping on them?
So, he dropped the knife.

Also dropped the name.

Alone, alone, walking in a never-ending snow field.

The mountain undulates like a silver snake dancing wildly, and even the sharpest eagle can't notice the black spot walking in the mountain.

He is small.

The battle outside Ziwei Pass ended in a tragic victory.

He hugged Qingying and pretended to leave as if nothing had happened, so that Xiaoyan could rest assured and govern the world with peace of mind.

This...is the last he can do.

All his strength has been lost.

Taking care of Qingying as a mortal, it took a full three months.

Then, winter came, it snowed, and Qingying recovered, and he also left.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was the sound of wheels turning on the main road. It seemed that a small caravan came from Guanzhong, but it was completely impassable because Ziwei closed the pass, so they were forced to take this long detour.

If Ziwei is open, it only takes three days to reach the destination city and deliver the goods.

However, the road was impassable, and the Chamber of Commerce needed to survive, so this small caravan had to turn to the west, and then go around the long mountain road in a winding and rugged area that was on the verge of the forbidden area of ​​human beings before going to the outside of the pass.

Time, it takes a full two months!

The only supply station among them is the new city of Bashu Road built by Emperor Yan: Xidu.

Inside the bullock cart, on the warm fox fur cushion, a map is being spread out, and a string of sandalwood beads is used to press the corners on the edge.

The plump young woman seemed to be thinking about how far she was from the western capital. She had walked this business road for the third time, so she was familiar with it.

Lifting the curtain again, looking out of the window for the first time, and finally seeming to meet a familiar terrain, the young woman let out a long sigh of relief, showed a relaxed smile, smoothed her wrinkled tight black dress with both hands, and sat outside. Sit down to save a "bed" for my lovely sister who is going out for the first time.

The skirt is taut and shrinks upwards, outlining a fiery arc.

"stop!"

The plump young woman suddenly raised her voice.

squeak.
Hearing the young lady's order, the coachman stopped the ox cart immediately.

This time out, the young lady is the leader of the caravan. If she hadn't taken over the burden of the Chamber of Commerce at a critical moment, the entire Chamber of Commerce would have been ruined by that lazy young master who loves to gamble.

Therefore, no matter the coachman or the accompanying guards, they all respect this woman.

She said stop.

That is to stop.

Carefully opening the curtain, she pulled the skirt and got out of the car. There was a man lying down on the side of the snowy road, dressed in Orion clothes, and his face was a little pale.

It's just that the angular face doesn't look like a bad guy.

"Young Madam, he is still angry. Besides, he has no weapon on him." The guard quickly completed the inspection.

The plump young woman pondered for a moment, and then said: "Take the car and save a life, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. May the Buddha have mercy on the world."

(End of this chapter)