In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

PS: You can't guess the plot, so if you don't know the follow-up, I hope you don't slander the characters I created at will.It's okay to guess the plot, but after guessing, the way to evaluate the hero or Joan of Arc is not good.

22. Desperate?maybe

When I woke up, I felt a little pain in my body, a feeling of powerlessness.

But fortunately, I didn't feel that I couldn't act at all.

Luo An touched the warmth around him.

He remembered the wolf body he used before he fell to the ground to keep him warm. At this moment, two wolves were blocking his body, which was barely able to save his life.

But Luo An also knew that if he continued like this, he would not be able to survive for three days.

You must find the lake on the map within three days.

With some difficulty supporting his body, he suddenly remembered that his right hand was no longer there.

He looked at the right side in a trance, and the bursts of pain told him that these things could not be undone.

The fire has been put out, and some wood should still work.

grunt-

The sound of hunger came from the stomach. It was because the cold consumed too much energy, and now he lost his arm and fought with wolves.

Fortunately, there is food around, and all you need to do is start a fire.

He stood up slowly, blood and dirt all over his face.

It was a mess, and there was no way to clean it.

If this kind of weather encounters cold water again, Luo An has no doubt that he will fart in the next second.

What's more, he is really very weak now, and the treatment of his arm is only a hasty end. It probably won't take three days, and he will be infected today.

With a tired body, he relied on the only remaining Joan of Arc face in his mind as a driving force, and began to look for flammable and moisture-free wood.

It was like this until the night.

Simple accommodation is now missing an arm and no physical strength, and there is no way to make it.

When night fell, he just found a place under the root of a big tree, and planned to set fire to it.

Tonight, I don't know if there are wolves.

Some blood entered one of Lon's eyes, and some couldn't open it. He rubbed his eyes, which were covered with bright red bloodshots.

He laboriously stepped on the wolf's body with his feet, and then flayed the wolf with one hand.

With this, you should be able to keep warm at night.

The fire was still burning, with some wolf meat roasting on it.

But after just doing it for a while, he began to gasp heavily.

No, my body is dying, I have no strength at all.

"Ha ha......"

Thinking of this, he slumped to the ground.

The forest at night was a little dark, and only the faint light of the fire remained.

Now Luo Ang can feel it, why every night in the wilderness, Master Bei would say that it is not difficult to survive, the main reason is to overcome this kind of loneliness that makes people crazy.

Luo On's mind is really filled with this kind of thought.

This feeling of loneliness is completely indescribable.

He remembered a movie "Wolf War" he watched a long time ago. At the end of the movie, all the people around the male protagonist were dead, leaving only the male protagonist alive alone.

At that time, he felt this kind of loneliness just by watching the movie. Now, when he felt it himself, he realized that he was about to collapse.

The fire is really the hope of people in the night.

His hands were free, drawing on the ground.

Speaking of which, let’s console myself and paint Joan of Arc. That silly girl is still very beautiful. If she appeared in front of her now to comfort herself a few words, maybe the motivation would come.

After drawing for a while, Luo An himself laughed.

"It's really ugly. It doesn't look like her at all. Besides, Joan of Arc in history is not as beautiful as she is."

Smiling, he sighed and slowly touched the ring on his chest with his left hand.

Let's keep peeling, at least have a good time tonight.

And in order to prevent the wolves, they have to urinate around themselves at night to mix up their sense of smell.

He thanked Master Bei silently in his heart, and pulled off his pants against the coolness of Luo An.

It's really windy and cool.

And now that I don't have my right hand, I'm still a little unaccustomed to it. After all, the right hand I've been using all the time is shaking.

He was a little funny in his heart, thinking about these to comfort himself.

And without the right hand, it seems that it is not very convenient to do those things with Joan of Arc, right?