Young Master Yun

On the lonely Izumo Peak, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there were humming sounds in the cold air. It was surprisingly quiet and white here.

An earth-shattering avalanche has changed the scenery of Chuyun Peak suddenly. The original white snow on the top of the mountain has become a little bare at this time, and the beautiful Snow Mountain School is also completely covered by snow. The powerful sect of the Northern Wilderness just disappeared from the world.

Sparse snowflakes as big as goose feathers began to flutter in the sky again. I wonder if Tiangong is also feeling sad for the demise of this sect.

Whoops!

A place on the mountainside was originally covered with a smooth layer of snow, but a hand suddenly stretched out. This hand suddenly hit the snow surface, and a human figure burst out from the snow nest. .

The fluffy and soft snow layer was almost powerless, but it was still borrowed by this person, which shows that his skill is just extraordinary.

The man turned his head slowly. On his slightly handsome face, there were still some shocking bruises, which were obviously caused when he was hit by a hard object in the avalanche just now.

"Lu Qing! Lu Qing!" The young man shouted hoarsely, but there was still no response in the empty mountain forest. This young man covered in scars was exactly Yun Hao who was finally drowned by the torrent.

Yun Hao was a little depressed, he vaguely remembered the horror in Lu Qing's eyes when he was swept away by the snow wolf, he took two steps forward, and Yun Hao's body felt heart-piercing pain, which made him grin He grinned and stopped.

"Qiaoer! Qiaoer!..."

woohoo...

The only response to him seemed to be the howling of the cold wind.

"Zhou Ting! Zhou Ting..."

woohoo...

……

Yun Hao was panting heavily. He had spent a lot of energy just climbing out of the deep snow. Coupled with his body covered in bruises, he only yelled twice at this moment, feeling that he was His throat felt dry and uncomfortable as if it had been burned.

Bending down slightly, he took a handful of snow from the snow and put it in his mouth, and he swallowed it with a thud when the snow water was warmed up.

He looked around, and the mountains and the mountains seemed to be a vast expanse of whiteness. Because of the pain, the corners of Yunhao's mouth twitched from time to time, and he limped towards the mountain.

At this moment, Yunhao's heart was full of deep remorse. He felt that he was sorry for everyone. These people didn't come here in the first place, but now they all died with him.

Thinking about it, the corners of Yunhao's eyes became a little moist. Who said that a man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, it's just that he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

After reaching the extreme grief, Yun Hao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his slightly wet sleeves, and his eyes began to burn slowly.

"It's all the damn bastard's fault! If he hadn't come out to find trouble, then all this wouldn't have happened!"

Yun Hao turned all the grief into hatred in his heart. The blue veins on his thin palms were exposed, and above the blue veins, there seemed to be faintly visible red threads wriggling like earthworms.

Despite the unbearable grief and indignation in his heart, Yunhao still limped towards the downhill. He knew that under the impact of the avalanche torrent, all living things would be impacted downhill. Maybe he might find Lu Qing at the bottom of the mountain. He must dig out the figure of the waiting person, even if it is a corpse.

Clenching his fists, Yun Hao's limping figure became extremely firm, and rows of clearly visible footprints were clearly visible behind him.

The wind was still blowing, and the heavy snowflakes in the air were also rolling and dancing, as if beautiful elves were dancing beautiful dances.

A man in green robes appeared here, looking at the footprints on the ground that were almost buried by the wind and snow, he smiled, his slightly red eyes fixedly stared at the place where Yun Hao disappeared.

"I didn't expect there to be a survivor. It's interesting!" The cold voice floated in the air, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a lot.

It could be vaguely recognized in the wind and snow that this man was the one who caused the avalanche.

----------call……

Yun Hao let out a heavy breath of white air. His hair had already been covered with a thin layer of white. People who have reached the level of sword masters all pay attention to breathing naturally. Generally, they will definitely not make such a heavy breathing sound unless The man was badly hurt.

Yunhao is in this dying state at the moment. The disappearance of several partners makes him feel extremely heavy. He is unwilling to sit down for a while and use the medicine King Shengdian to repair the damaged meridians in his body. His only goal seems to be Ahead, only when he walked to the foot of the mountain could he confirm whether all his partners were buried here.

But now, he was really tired, and his clothes were covered with a thin layer of ice, which was the sweat that soaked his clothes from his constant driving.

Yun Hao squatted on the ground gasping for breath, his temples were throbbing. This feeling reminded him of the feeling he felt after running 1000 meters with all his strength during the sports test.

In other words, the feeling now is more uncomfortable than that time, because the cold also deeply hurt Yun Hao's bruises all over his body.

Yunhao's eyelids were extremely heavy, and he had the urge to lie directly in the snow and sleep, but he knew that this would not work, it was not the first time he had survived in such an environment, the last time, he was with Xiaoyu The two stayed together, but this time... a wry smile appeared on the corner of Yunhao's mouth, and his companions seemed to be gone.

call……

It was a slight breathing sound, but it did not come from Yunhao. Yunhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he struggled to stand up.

call……

Yun Hao's ears moved slightly, and he tried his best to gather all his fighting energy towards his ears, trying to let his ears hear the direction of his breathing clearly.

He walked back and forth anxiously in the snow, finally settled on a spot, and then he lay down on the ground and dug it up with his hands.

hula hula...

Sharp stones, nails on the beams, and thorns on the door panels... After the Snow Mountain School was destroyed, all the miscellaneous things in the building were also washed to this area. Exhausted, his skin, which is as firm as a monster, becomes extremely fragile under the condition of exhaustion. Every time these things are pushed away by Yun Hao, there will be a long bloodstain on his hand, the dark red blood It also gurgled out along the wind, and the blood exuded curls of hot air, but it dissipated in this piece of heaven and earth in a moment.

When Yun Hao dug out a corner of his clothes, the surrounding area was already red and white, becoming extremely coquettish, and Yun Hao's hands were already bloody.

But regarding the pain on his body, Yun Hao didn't seem to be aware of it at all, digging desperately.

Finally, under the snow layer, Fang Qiao's exquisite face was revealed. Her face was extremely serene, like a sleeping little princess, but there was also a bright red mark on the little princess's forehead, which was obviously the result of being raped just now. caused by sharp objects.

"Qiaoer! Qiaoer! Wake up! Wake up!" Yun Hao tried his best to help Fang Qiao sit up, and then shook desperately, but Fang Qiao's slender body was like a soft wicker , no matter how Yun Hao swayed, there was no reaction. If it wasn't for Yun Hao who could still feel her weak breathing, he couldn't believe that Fang Qiao in front of him was a living person.

Fang Qiao's crystal clear face had already turned pale, snowflakes fell on her long eyelashes, and finally melted into fine snow, flowing down her cheeks, as crystal clear as tears. clear.

"Qiao'er!" Yun Hao's voice was hoarse and hoarse, and it seemed that the voice he was making at this time was a little more serious than that of a wild animal.

Yun Hao poured Fang Qiao's icy body into his arms, trying to transmit his weak body temperature, he murmured: "Qiaoer, you will be fine, Qiaoer, you will be fine..." as if As if to comfort himself, he kept talking, his body was shivering non-stop due to the cold or excitement.

Yun Hao hugged for a while, feeling that the delicate body in his embrace did not seem to wake up at all, so he slightly staggered Fang Qiao's body, looked at the alluring cheek, and gritted his teeth: "Qiaoer, life and death are at stake, right? Living."

Immediately, he gently put Fang Qiao on the ground, then bent down, and their lips touched together.

In the cold wind and heavy snow, Yunhao's artificial respiration made this world more charming.