Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Don't talk about carrying Shen He out of the cave.

Even climbing out of the cave alone is already a very difficult thing.

But Li Mo did not give up.

With one arm, he struggled to roll the dying Shen He onto his back.

For losing an arm.

He could only think of a way to tie Shen He to his body with blood-stained clothes.

With a scarred arm.

Climb little by little towards the entrance of the cave.

Climb a little in the direction of the sun.

But more and more tired.

The excessive blood loss made him very tired, and sleepiness welled up on his forehead.

To stay awake!

He used his head again to hit the icy ground.

boom!

The forehead is broken.

Blood stained the stones on the ground.

Chapter 72: The Immortal Finally Appeared

evening.

A dark little cave.

Deathly silence.

Two tiny bodies bound together with bloodstained clothes.

Like two corpses, lying quietly on the cold ground.

not moving at all!

If you get close, you can clearly see a long bloodstain behind the two of them.

It hasn't dried up yet, and still smells like blood.

Obviously!

It was a child who had lost one arm, dragging another child abruptly.

The blood left by desperately crawling towards the entrance of the cave.

but now.

The two blood-stained little bodies have fallen into a coma.

Even the only weak breathing may become stagnant at any time.

Seeing the light outside the cave getting darker and darker.

The sun is almost setting!

Sudden--

The fingers of the little boy lying below trembled suddenly.

Next up!

The broken body that lost an arm, the boy who was pale from blood loss.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Lifting his head slightly, he glanced at the gradually dimming light outside.

My heart is full of despair!

Are you going to die like this?

Do not!

He doesn't want to die.

He didn't want Xiao Shenhe to die even more.

But his current strength is really too weak.

Even moving a finger lightly, I feel very strenuous.

After a long time!

Little Li Mo seems to have recovered a little bit of strength, or it may be because of his return to light.

His arm was raised slightly.

He stroked Xiao Shenhe's forehead and face lightly.

And breathe!

Not dead yet!

In little Li Mo's heart, a glimmer of hope was born again.

He wants to climb forward!

I have to carry the dying Shen He on my back and try my best to climb forward.

To touch the light of the hole.

that's it!

Li Mo dragged his broken body full of scars.

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out the remaining thin arm again.

Grab the ground ahead.

It really exploded with strength again, it really dragged the broken body, and moved towards the light of the cave entrance again.

that's it--

This small body carried the same young Shenhe on its back, and moved forward little by little.

Exhausted again and again!

He stretched out his scarred arm again and again.

Don't know how long has passed.

In short, the sunlight outside is getting darker and darker, and the darkness is about to come.

Eventually the sunlight disappears.

A ray of moonlight appeared.

In the faint moonlight.

Little Li Mo's arm finally stretched out from the hole.

Brutely, he brought out the dying Shen He.

Immediately!

A bloody smell began to permeate the surroundings.

Vicious predators may be attracted at any time.

Looking at the faint moonlight.

Little Li Mo wanted to save Shen He, but he was really exhausted.

He wanted to carry Xiao Shenhe over the hillside, looking for nearby villagers for help.

He wanted to take little Shenhe to Liyue City to find the best doctor to treat him.

But it's a pity!

At this moment, Li Mo has exhausted even the strength to return to the light.

very tired!

Really sleepy!

But Li Mo is not reconciled.

He trembled with his fingers, trying to move his arm slightly forward.

But no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try.

I don't even have any strength left.

The arm seemed to be broken, and it was completely useless.

it's over!

This time it's really over.

Although not reconciled!

But in any case, there was no hope.

In such tragic despair.

Li Mo, who had never shed tears, had wet eyes.

a tear.

Roll down cheeks.

then!

Hazy eyes.

Wei Wei closed it!