Handbook of Survival in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 42 41: The first snow in the new calendar year 301 ([-])

Just as Liang Chunchao thought, the industrious peddler was just an ordinary person, and his dressing skills were really not that good, but at least he stopped the bleeding and restrained Liang Chunchao's injury.

Liang Chunchao had nothing to complain about, but when he thought of the risk of disfigurement, Liang Chunchao immediately lost his composure.

It's time to die!The young master relies on this face to eat!

Liang Chunchao felt aggrieved in his heart, but his hands were also wrapped up like zongzi, with only a section of knuckles exposed, as ridiculous as putting five short twigs on a steamed bun.

...basically unable to move.

Liang Chunchao watched helplessly as only half of his fingers passed by in his sight. He couldn't even bend more in just one section, let alone try to tear off the wound cloth wrapped around his face.

He tried in vain for a while... Then his hands were a little sore because they had been raised in mid-air without a support point, and then he compromised with himself, put his hands down and put them aside to pant.

It's time to die!Why on earth did I start doing such thankless things!Almost lost such a handsome face!

Liang Chunchao scolded in his heart, thinking that he would make up his mind to break with the idle life in the past, and even choose to join a wilderness exploration team of casual cultivators, Liang Chunchao now finds it inconceivable.

Is the girl surnamed Zhang I met last year not pretty enough, or is the girl surnamed Li I met last month not pretty enough?Why on earth did I come to this muddy water!

The wounds on his body were not yet complete, and Liang Chunchao didn't know that he had been in a coma for a few days, so he could only rely on his own feeling to feel that some wounds should have begun to heal and were itching a little bit.

hiss……

Damn it!How could it be so itchy!
Cursing again, Liang Chunchao struggled to move his unrested arm, exerted a little force, and tried to rub his butt//butt with his cold fingers through the wound cloth. Because of lack of strength, the thick wound The cloth can't be scratched at all, and the ass is constantly itching, Liang Chunchao is angry!

When people are angry, their rationality will always decline, although it is no different for Liang Chunchao whether he has this rationality or not.

He has a great idea.

He moved his arm horizontally, then bent it slightly, tried his best to twist his neck and looked from the corner of his eye to see if his fingers were aligned with the place where his itchy butt//butt was bent. After confirming that, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Close your eyes, push your arms hard, towards the direction of the butt//butt.

"Ow!"

The pain in the ten fingers and the heart, this time Liang Chunchao was about to burst into tears, he couldn't help but freeze up and howl, if he wasn't wrapped up so tightly, he would have shrunk into a shrimp and folded his hands and started howling.

But luckily - the itching on his ass has eased, and his original goal has been achieved.

...Although the reaction is more exciting//exciting.

On the bed on the other side of the house, the industrious peddler stopped snoring for a while, turned over, muttered something in his mouth, didn't wake up, and fell asleep again.

The pain in Liang Chunchao's hands eased a bit, and he finally calmed down. His eyeballs are the most solid among all his body parts, and they keep spinning.

Liang Chunchao lay stiffly on the thatched bed and glanced wildly. There was nothing to see on the ceiling. Oh, there were still a few holes in the corner. Why didn't this man find time to fix it? !

The windows are closed, but because they are the most common mullion windows nowadays, there are still gaps between the wood, and fine white spots float in from time to time, and disappear due to the sudden rise in temperature.

There was a "crackling" burning sound next to his ears, which was very hypnotic. When sleepiness struck, Liang Chunchao's upper and lower eyelids also began to fight. When he was about to be pulled into the darkness by the deep sleepiness, a little white who was lucky to disappear as soon as he came in The dot floated down and just landed on the tip of his nose.

Although it was only for a moment, this lucky little white spot also turned into a small drop of water on the tip of his nose, but it was enough for him to realize what happened.

What time is it now...

If I remember correctly, it was about the new calendar... 300?No, it's 301 years...

This is the first snow this year, time flies so fast...

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Lu Nuan coaxed her mother to sleep as usual before stepping out the door.

Not long ago, the elder of the family who was in charge of the family's wasteland exploration team sent a message, asking all the team's subordinates in Fengcheng to rush and inform them of something important.

But for Lu Nuan, none of this is as important as his mother.

I informed my team leader that I would go to put my mother to bed first, and I would catch up soon, so I asked the team leader to take the other team members to go first. The team leader knew the situation at his home, so he didn't say much, just the speed of the journey Slowed down a little bit.

The chaotic thoughts in Lu Nuan's heart were difficult to calm down for a while.

It was the calm before the storm.

My so-called father lost Liangliang, and when I just came back, it was a done deal, and that man had gone away to spend his days and drinks, and I had no clue to find Liangliang.

Cool cool is probably more than auspicious.

Lu Nuan lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, which were clenched into fists.

I'm really useless, I have to get the power quickly.

During this period of time, he was cultivating like crazy, except that he had to go out to participate in family missions, he never had a good rest; even during the missions, he was more desperate than before, and his style of acting gradually became more and more ruthless.

Although he is crazy, he understands what he wants, nothing more than accumulating enough power to protect the only person who is important to him now - no longer just a fool, but a crazy mother.

Even Liangliang has been lost, how could he let himself lose his only relative.

After gathering his composure, Lu Nuan took a deep breath, turned around and locked the door, and then accelerated towards the familiar meeting point.

When he caught up with his teammates who were waiting for him intentionally, the tense muscles on his face finally relaxed a little. In this Lu family, only those who lived and died together can be completely trusted.

However, they were still late in the end. There was already a dense crowd of people standing in the empty square. Everyone looked at it together. The team leader straightened his waist and reported loudly without changing his face: "Sorry we are late! Team 31 Everyone report!"

The elder in charge snorted coldly: "It's a great honor for you to have so many people waiting for you!"

Fortunately, because of the urgency of the situation, the elder did not embarrass them, but waved them back to the team, and then began to talk about important things, his voice was full of seriousness.

Everyone listened with bated breath.

Lu Nuan followed the team members back to the team, but he was not in the mood to listen to the elder's speech. At this time, it started to snow. Lu Nuan lowered his head and flattened his palms to catch the falling snowflakes. When it came to the cute look of the little girl begging me to push her wheelchair to take her out to play in the snow...

If Liangliang is still there, would you still be excited to say that you want to go out to play in the snow?

It's just that there is no "if" in this world, and I will never see such a scene again.

(End of this chapter)