Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 470 The heart that has been in the dust for a long time

  If there were only two hours left in your life, what would you do?

  This is the problem that Qing Chen encountered at the beginning of the journey, and now he faces it again.

  Only this time, fate may not have given him two hours.

  The wolves behind him have penetrated into the woods like raindrops. Qingchen's speed is very fast, but the wolves are not slow. .

  Qingchen has never run in knee-deep snow. This unfamiliar sports environment makes it difficult for him to maximize his speed.

  But wolves are different. They seem to understand this extreme weather better and are born for it.

  The young man felt that his physical strength was rapidly consuming, and it was a matter of time before the wolves caught up.

  He could hear the footsteps of the wolves stepping on the snow, gasping, and the sound of his own heartbeat like a drum.

  All this noisy, on the contrary, the snow forest lined with exceptional silence and emptiness.

  But Qing Chen has no fear.

  In the pack of wolves, there are more than a dozen of the most agile wild wolves galloping fast, they are so fast, they actually outflank Qing Chen's wings.

  The blade of a pair of scissors is gradually closing.

  Looking from the sky over the withered snow forest in winter, the hunting of wolves on the ground is particularly spectacular.

  However, this kind of scene mostly occurs in the season of hunting antelopes, and there are rarely hundreds of wild wolves hunting one person.

   Qingchen seems to have returned to the icy waters of Greenland.

  The sky is black dark clouds, as if the kingdom of God is coming again.

  Behind and beside him is a raging ocean tide.

  Only this time, there is no seedling beside him.

  Qing Chen smiled, this fate seemed to be teasing mankind in every possible way, what you owe will be paid back sooner or later.

  In an instant, the two wings surpassed his pack of wolves and suddenly encircled.

  The dozen or so strong wild wolves are like a wall, forcibly blocking Qing Chen's way.

   Furiously pounce!

  Qing Chen faced the wolves that were approaching, his speed remained unabated, and his face calmly threw the puppet from his wrist.

  However, the crystal puppets were originally soft, but they were as straight as a knife in the blink of an eye.

  The sharp thread pierced through the air, like a huge machete.

   swept across, and I don’t know how much of the snow in the sky was cut apart.

  It flies over tree trunks, leaves, and wolves.

  The crazy knight's true energy poured into it violently, and at a certain moment, a huge knife shadow appeared in Qing Chen's hand for a moment.

  Tear and pull a few times.

  The figure of Qing Chen collided with the wolves was torn to pieces by sharp minions, and the wreckage of his clothes was flying around, and there were blood stains on his arms and shoulders.

  The marks left by the minions seemed to be carved on his bones.

   But when the two sides are wrong...

  The towering tree leaned to one side, the snow on the tree fell rustlingly, and the ground rang out like the sound of firecrackers.

  The wild wolf that was swept by the knife shadow was divided into two, and the hot wolf blood was splashed on the snow.

  More than ten wild wolves actually encountered here, and they all died.

  The snow forest behind Qingchen rumblingly collapsed, with great momentum.

  It is as if the tide was disintegrated after the boy met the tide.

   Qingchen felt that three or four wounds on her body were hot, and large areas of skin were also exposed to the cold air.

  The blood flowed down the wound continuously.

  The wound was hot at first and gradually became numb.

  But my bones still hurt.

  There is a toxin that inhibits nerves on that wolf paw.

  After running past a big tree, Qingchen suddenly stood still and turned around, tore off the torn jacket of his upper body and threw it on the snow, laughing loudly: "Come on!"

  The hot blood on the boy’s body was steaming in the cold weather.

  At a certain moment, he felt like a dusty iron box with rust stains. When the life and death crisis came again, the iron box was reopened.

  There is his original soul.

After coming to the inner world, he was immersed in the warmth of Li Shutong, Li Xiurui, and the shadow. The three of them were trying to teach him things, but it was precisely because these three were so dazzling that something belonging to him was being Cover it up.

  It's like an extremely bright person appears next to you. You can't help but imitate him to do things, imitate him to speak, and yearn for his life.

  But other people’s lives are theirs after all.

  At this moment, Qing Chen retrieved what belonged to him.

  Under the icy and rational deep sea, that blazing **** nature.

   Qingchen's mind is extremely fast, and also calm and objective.

  But the more so, the better he knows his situation.

  He is dying.

  So, if there were only the last two hours left in your life, what would you do?

   is standing and saying to this dog day world, I am not afraid.

   is to stand facing the person who wants to hurt yourself and make the other person pay the price.

  The last time he rode a bicycle in the autumn wind, he reported his father.

  This time, he will stand decently in this snow forest and fight to the last second.

  Until he dies.

  The wolves face the sturdy teenager and hesitated for a while.

  They surrounded the teenager, walking slowly among the woods, slowly surrounding the teenager.

  The young man among the wolves took out a set of cards from his trouser pocket. He threw the box away, and the remaining 53 cards kept cutting in his hands, faster and faster.

  The next second, the wolves swarmed.

  However, the playing cards in the young man's hand were like flying flowers, shooting out one by one from his fingertips.

  The poker cards flying in the air are like knives, making a sharp whistling sound in the air.

No wild wolf can escape the fate of death after being spotted by poker. The playing cards are sharp and scary. After hitting the wild wolf in the abdomen, it can cut off one of the wild wolf's ribs and then penetrate through its body. Out.

  Qingchen's fingers are stable and strong, without a trace of tremor.

  In just a few breaths, only the last Joker of 53 playing cards is left.

  The colorful Joker is sandwiched between his fingers, which is particularly vivid in the gray and white snow.

  Beside him, fifty-two wild wolves have fallen to the ground and struggled endlessly, unable to stand up anymore.

  The picture is tragic and spectacular.

  The remaining wild wolves continue to approach. They seem to have not been affected by the death of their companions, and they are firmly and fiercely implementing the hunting plan.

   Qingchen did not eject the poker between his fingers, but stayed.

  As soon as the wild wolf pounced at him, Qing Chen's body was slightly short, and the extremely sharp poker between his fingers slid through the wolf's belly above his head.

  When the wild wolf hits the ground, it is no longer good. The internal organs in the belly flow all over the floor, and a stench of stench is rushing in the snow.

Another wild wolf rushed from behind Qing Chen, but saw that he seemed to have eyes behind him, turned back and grabbed the hair of the wild wolf's neck, and slashed it on the wild wolf's neck with a playing card in his other hand, and pulled hard. .

  The head of the wild wolf was cut off in half!

  The Joker was Qing Chen's last weapon among the wolves.

  In this world, no one has ever seen such a sharp playing card.

  At this moment, someone outside the wolf pack suddenly smiled and said, "Why struggle?"

   Qingchen panted and smiled: "Do you call this a struggle?"

  This is obviously the flame of will.

  Life is like a candle, burning from beginning to end, always bright!

  While speaking, he was fighting with the wolf again.

  He doesn’t know who the people outside the wolves are and what they want to do, but it doesn’t matter at the moment.

  Gradually, the knight's true energy was exhausted, and even the poker in his hand was rolled up like a knife, and it was no longer so sharp.

  A wild wolf rushed to Qing Chen to bite.

  Qingchen waved the poker across the opponent's neck, but failed to cut the wild wolf's neck.

   caught off guard, the wolf bit his arm.

  No matter how Qing Chen shakes, he can't shake the opponent off.

  There was a chuckle from outside the wolves.

   Qingchen sneered, he no longer shook off the wolf's mouth, but fiercely reluctantly clamped the wolf's head under his armpit.

With a click, the hard spine of the wolf's neck was twisted off!

  The wolf's mouth slowly let go, revealing the deep bone wound on Qing Chen's forearm, and Bai Sensen's bones and flesh and blood are shocking.

   Qingchen stood there holding the wild wolf and smiled: "Come on, what's the matter hiding out of the wolves."

  People outside the wolves stopped talking, but the wolves besieged more fiercely.

   Qingchen's back was dripping with blood, and more than 20 wounds rolled up the flesh.

  Gradually, the nerve-paralyzing toxins piled up in his body.

  Qingchen's bitten right arm can no longer lift up, so he waved with his left arm.

  Without any effort where the leg was bitten, he half-kneeled on the ground to defend.

  People outside the wolves became more and more silent.

  If there are only two hours left in life.

  Don’t say two hours, even if there are only two minutes, two seconds left.

  You must try your best to live.

  In those years, without living expenses, he made it on his own.

  No one cares, he is used to being alone.

  He has eaten leftovers on other people's tables, he has seen the cold eyes of many people, and he has lived step by step to the present, all in exchange for his life.

  Courage and bloodliness, this is the background color of his life.

  Heavy snow fell.

   Qingchen half-kneeled in the snow, until there was no more intact skin on his body, until he could no longer lift his arms, until he finally closed his eyes in the snow.

very tired.

  The teenager wants to close his eyes and sleep.

  Maybe when he wakes up, he is still in his own home, and crossing is just a big dream.

  The wolves no longer attack and tear, they slowly disperse, giving way to a path.

A middle-aged man slowly walked into the battlefield, watching the boy who was half kneeling on the ground saying nothing. The white snow and blood were strong. This may be the most heroic battle he has ever seen in his life, even if the boy in front of him is just Grade C.

  No wonder the family will let him take the shot himself.

   turns out to be such a tricky character.

  It’s no wonder that the family is so excited about a C-class. If this young man grows up, I am afraid that many people will not be able to sleep.

The middle-aged man suddenly said: "I know that you are disguised up to this moment and want to give me the last blow. But you have to understand that the difference between A-level and C-level is the clouds above the sky and the clouds above the ground. Dirt. No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. The wolf is dead, I can find a new one, but you have only one life. Remember my name, God on behalf of Yunhe, and we will walk together for a long time. "

   At this moment, Qing Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and he flipped a white card out of his palm and ejected with the last knight's true energy.

  The middle-aged man was right. Even if Qing Chen had his last breath, his exhausted expression was just trying to bring the enemy closer and give him a chance to make a fatal blow.

  There are 54 playing cards in a set, but there are 55 playing cards in a box, and there is a white card printed with manufacturing information.

   Qingchen keeps it, hoping that the other party forgets that there is such a card when counting.

   But just as the middle-aged people said, the strength gap between them was too big, so big that no matter how hard Qing Chen worked hard, it was impossible to use courage and wisdom to smooth the gap.

  The poker flew to the gate of Jindai Yunhe, but he just flicked his finger, and the moment his fingertip collided with the poker, the poker turned into powder.

The middle-aged man watched Qing Chen faint completely before saying to Xue Lin behind him: "Come out, search your body, check the taboos on his body, and then leave here as soon as possible and go north. If that shadow goes back, everyone I'm going to die here."

  (End of this chapter)