I, the King is a killer

People are always at an impasse.

Birth, talent, wisdom, appearance, and other factors will limit people to a framework, no matter how hard they struggle, they can't break through.

Exhausted their mental and physical strength, but at most they can only maintain themselves in this framework and will not sink.

This world is even more so!

How to break?

It can no longer be based on individuals.

The whole village needs to concentrate money, time and other resources on one person and let him break out. If he succeeds, bet that he won't be ungrateful and come back to feed the village.

The probability is minimal.

It can even be said to be minimal.

Many villages have failed in their hundreds of years of efforts.

It's not that people don't succeed.

In fact, powerful people have appeared in many small villages.

But the characters are strong, but the village is still the same.

But even if it is such a small probability event, the village still needs to try, pay all the attempts, and bear all the costs.

Because it's their only way.

Slim, but only.

Other villagers don't seem to understand.

Little melon's father, tiger son, doesn't understand.

Only the village head understands.

Xiao Yun doesn't know if xiaogua understands.

Maybe xiaogua just let things go and felt that he could be arranged and was submissive.

Maybe she knows.

So when I left, I didn't say much and was crisp.

But whether you understand it or not.

None of this affected the sadness in her heart.

She... Is only thirteen!

Cried for a while.

Xiaogua raised his head, glanced shyly at Xiao Yun, immediately ran to the corner, turned his back to him and curled up with his knees.

A little one, like a little abandoned beast.

So pathetic and lovely.

Then she wiped her face hard, ran to the next cabinet, searched for a while, found a dry dress, and stuffed it into her arms to warm it.

When it was warm, he returned to Xiao Yun and changed her wet clothes.

Xiao Yun seldom sees such a quick receiver.

Xiao Yun blinked and let her change her clothes.

Then he shook out the short knife at his wrist and played a knife flower on his palm.

With a fierce shake of hand, the knife flew into the electricity, turned out of the curtain and crossed the sky.

When he came back, there was a frozen leaf hanging from the blade.

It should be hard to stick to the autumn. Naturally, it can't stand the severe winter.

It was frozen directly on the tree.

Now he was cut off by Xiao Yun and took it in his hand. The heat in the room melted the ice crystals and gathered them into water droplets.

Xiao Yun put the leaves in the little melon's hand.

A chill.

"Want to learn?"

The little melon was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Yun and asked timidly, "can you?"

"Then learn."

……

The motorcade walked slowly.

People are also more and more tired.

A hard journey, the most afraid is to rest.

After a break, it's hard to get up again.

Especially in this kind of wind and snow, struggling forward is not only a test of physical strength, but also a test of experience.

If you don't pay attention, you will lose consciousness on your feet. At the beginning, you are complacent that you don't feel cold. But when you look down, your feet are swollen like radishes. When you warm up, they will rot quickly. The poison will attack the heart. It's difficult to save the immortal. The only way is to cut off your legs.

But without legs, how can we move forward in this ice and snow?

Old man Ma grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it on his hands and face. His face turned red. Then he let out a breath and moved his muscles and bones.

"Brothers, just get through this time. The mountain can always be turned over."

People can walk.

But the horse is dead.

The hair that looks thick on weekdays has become the carrier of ice in the ice and snow.

There is a layer of ice on the horse's nose and tail, which can only be hit by someone.

Gradually, there began to be blood foam in the breath, forming red ice, which distressed the horse drivers.

"It can't go on like this. If the horse is gone, the carriage won't go far."

An old man walked up to old man Ma and said in some embarrassment.

Old man Ma sighed and said, "I know."

He was also worried, but there was really nothing he could do for a while.

If they are on the official road, they have lived in the post station, covered with hot blankets, drinking warm wine, and the horses have fresh forage. As long as they stay overnight, they can drive out the fatigue of a few days.

But here, there's nothing.

Some just suddenly don't feel cold, even feel warm, and then want to lie down and sleep for a while.

This closed his eyes and couldn't open them any more.

Half of the people in the team are inexperienced and don't know how to protect themselves.

Just think you can go.

The result was a lot of frostbite.

Xiao Yun also had some hindsight and overestimated their ability. When he got off the carriage, some people's ears were dead. As long as he stretched out his hand, the whole ear would fall off.

"Stop!"

At the command, the motorcade stopped beside a piece of rock.

Xiao Yun first went to the horses and put precious plaster on them for a while. Then he fed the horses some beans. He also took out cakes, tore them into small pieces and fed them.

When old man Ma came up and asked the reason for stopping, Xiao Yun said, "check each other. Whoever has no consciousness or frostbite, come quickly. I don't want to be buried in the snow in this deep mountain and become the food of jackals, wolves, tigers and leopards."

Old man Ma will do it immediately.

As a result, half of the more than 100 people had frostbite to varying degrees.

One had his feet frozen into bear's paws and couldn't be pulled out of his shoes.

There was a thick layer of ice on his shoes. He walked very well and didn't think there was a problem.

After Xiao Yun cut his shoes with a knife and exposed his feet, the man began to panic.

"I can't keep it."

Xiao Yun said in a deep voice.

The man was surprised at first.

Then he smiled sadly.

Nodded.

"If you can't hold it, you can't hold it. It's all life. Leave me here."

He also knows how a man without feet will meet the end.

But he accepted.

Appointment is also the people in the world, a way of reconciliation with the world.

Xiao Yun sighed and said, "there's only one, not to abandon."

In a simple word, a seed called hope was planted in that person's heart.

When I cut off my foot, I didn't even respond and didn't feel pain.

Xiao Yun had no choice but to go up a little.

Finally, I cut half of my calf to see vitality.

Binding, hemostasis, dressing, dressing.

In the absence of suture technology, amputation has been regarded as the gate of death.

And now the weather is really not good or bad.

Bad to say, low temperature makes it difficult for the wound to heal.

Well, low temperature can reduce the risk of infection.

Time is also life.

Xiao Yun did everything he could. He even took out some ointment of ghost rattan grass to relieve his pain.

Whether he can survive or not depends on himself.

Survival is on the one hand, so is luck.

And more importantly, other people take care of him.

Xiao Yun did not give up his carriage like the virgin.

But he also removed some raw materials from the carriage and made a simple but warm climbing plow with the surrounding trees.

Usually you can carry it. You can also let two people carry it when you encounter some difficult places.

This kind of thing that few people can do in previous lives is common in this world.

Especially these powerful guys, it's easy.

This, in fact, is adding trouble to others.

Those who carry him will inevitably feel uncomfortable.

But there will be no complaints.