Chapter 1523 His Life!

He began to continue carving, and with each stroke of the knife, the wood carving gradually took shape, until another ten years passed, and when more than 90% of the wood carving was completed, the world outside became even colder.

The whining wind kept blowing, the food was getting less and less, and the coldness in the cave was increasing day by day. Gradually, more and more people never woke up after falling asleep. When they were discovered, they were already dead. Became a corpse.

When this kind of thing started to spread, when the temperature in the cave was similar to that outside, ice flowers began to appear in the cave, and many places even became ice queens. There were not many people in the cave, and they were placed in front of them. What is before you is a choice. If you stay here, you are destined to die. If you leave here, you may still have a glimmer of life and find another place where you can survive.

So there was the first group of people who left and never came back, then the second group, the third group...

After Xiaobao woke up one morning, he noticed something strange around him. When he touched his wife who was almost stiff, he hugged her tremblingly and kept rubbing her. After finally waking up his wife, he also knew why his wife This happened because his wife was worried about his physical weakness and used her body to block the wind outlet of the cave every night.

"We will migrate too!" Xiaobao said firmly after being silent.

A few days later, they were the fourth group of people to leave, walking in the wind and snow, walking in the white sky and the ground, looking for another place to live and survive. For three days in a row, in this vastness, one day At noon, an avalanche suddenly came and flooded the world in front of everyone.

Meng Hao stood in mid-air, silently looking down. He didn't know how many times he wanted to take action, but he suppressed it in the end. But now, he couldn't do it anymore. Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly froze. .

He saw that in the snow, there was a place that was loosening slightly. Gradually, a woman crawled out from it. That was Yan'er. After all, she was a monk. Even if she lost her cultivation, her body was still better than that of a mortal. a lot of.

She was thin and weak. When she crawled out, she was not alone, but holding Xiaobao who had passed out. In this ice and snow, in this silence, Yaner held Xiaobao firmly and gave him warm hugs. At the same time, he carried him behind his back, looked around blankly, gritted his teeth and walked back.

Meng Hao's heart was deeply touched at this moment. Yan'er's thin body and weak aura burst out at this moment with a wave of tenacity and persistence.

She carried Xiaobao on her back and walked for three days. During these three days, Xiaobao was sometimes in a coma and sometimes woke up. His body was very hot. It was not a fever, but a sign before he was frozen to death.

Yan'er shed tears and kept calling Xiaobao's name, and used her body to warm Xiaobao.

But Xiaobao's aura was still getting weaker and weaker.

Even in his body, Meng Hao had already seen the soul dissipating. Meng Hao understood that this represented the ninth life of the clone, which had reached its extreme. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed away.

But the moment his fingertips fell, his body shook violently, and a huge rebound force burst out. He could not interfere or control it.

Even with just this finger, Meng Hao immediately felt that the eight marks that had been formed in the Ninth Forbidden City were cracked in Kaka. It seemed that if Meng Hao interfered again, these eight marks would collapse. And this ninth ban will also completely eliminate the possibility of coming to Luotian Starry Sky.

Meng Hao was silent. Although this was his first time trying this result, he actually had this awareness a long time ago.

"Did you fail..." Meng Hao's eyes were filled with confusion. He felt bitter in his heart as he looked at Xiao Bao's body and his soul gradually flying out.

But at this moment, Yan'er did something that shocked Meng Hao. She looked at Xiaobao's green face and his gradually losing breath, and her eyes showed softness.

"Master, I like you. It was the same in my previous life, and it will be the same in this life..." Yan'er murmured softly, lowered her head, bit her wrist, put it in Xiaobao's mouth, and let her hot blood flow into Xiaobao's mouth. Bao's body.

This is the only and warmest substance on her body.

Soon, the wound healed, and she bit it open again, not caring about the pain. In this way, in the process of constantly using her own blood to restore Xiaobao's body temperature, Xiaobao's life was hung, and he did not die. They finally returned to the cave where they had lived for many years. The moment they returned to the cave entrance, she fainted.

A few days later, Xiaobao woke up. He couldn't see his wife, but he knew that his wife had saved him again.

In the silence, Xiaobao cried. As he cried, his wife hugged him. The two of them silently felt each other's warmth in the cave.

Until a long time ago, Xiaobao raised his right hand and subconsciously touched his side, but it was in vain, and his whole body trembled.

Wood carving, gone.

He had completed more than 90% of the wood carvings, and the wood carvings that had been with him for decades were buried there in the avalanche.

After a while, Xiaobao seemed to have lost all his energy at once, and sighed softly in bitterness.

His wife behind him watched this scene in silence. Late at night, after Xiaobao fell asleep, his wife stood up, straightened her clothes, looked back at Xiaobao, gritted her teeth, and walked out.

She knew it was his life.

She walked along the original path in the wind and snow. Her already weak body, which was almost exhausted due to the loss of a lot of blood, seemed like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.

She walked for several days and came to the place where the avalanche occurred. She dug the snow there, digging and digging. Her hands were stiff, but she kept digging.

She dug out the bodies of her companions who were buried at the time, until she dug out the wood carving when her consciousness was about to blur.

She smiled, put the wood carving in her arms, resisted the coma, turned around and walked along the original path to the cave. A day later, she began to have a fever. She felt very hot and her spirits suddenly improved.

She walked faster and her body became hotter. Until two days later, when she saw the cave, she smiled, and she didn't know how she walked back to the cave. The moment she saw Xiaobao, she fell down.

"Xiaobao, I brought the wood carving back to you..."

"Xiaobao, I promised to protect you, but I can't do it..."

"Master, I... like you." Yan'er spoke softly, and her breath dissipated as Xiaobao trembled.

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Xiaobao was trembling. A few days ago, when he woke up and found his wife missing, he didn't know where she went. He was blind and couldn't go out to look for her alone.

He could only sit at the entrance of the cave every day, shivering, and listen to the wind outside with his ears, to hear if there was his wife's footsteps in the wind.

He waited day after day, until he was desperate. At that time, he laughed miserably, and the scenes in the forest when he was a child emerged again.

"Why, I am a blind man!" Xiaobao laughed miserably. He had been deceiving himself and told himself that it didn't matter if he couldn't see the world, but at this moment, he hated himself for being a blind man.

"They are all gone, my parents are gone, Man'er is gone, she is gone, and I am the only one left..." Xiaobao shed tears, his hair had already turned white, like a lonely old man, crying alone at the entrance of the cave.

He didn't know how long it had been. It seemed like a few hours, or a few days. Until one day, he heard footsteps in the wind. He was familiar with the footsteps. When he struggled to stand up, he felt a body fall into his arms.

It was a cold body, very cold, very cold.

"Xiaobao, I brought you the wood carving back..."

"Xiaobao, I promised to protect you, but I can't do it..."

"Master, I... like you." These three sentences were like thunder in Xiaobao's ears. Xiaobao trembled and hugged the body in his arms tightly. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound. At this moment, his heart seemed to be pierced.

When his mind was stinging, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, which fell into the void behind his wife, forming a blood flower that he couldn't see.

He remembered the big sister in the forest when he was a child, and the face in his memory that he touched when he lifted the curtain of the other party on the night of his marriage.

He remembered the laughter around him when Man'er was born, remembered his wife accompanying him in the heavy rain, accompanying him to carve, remembered the moment when his parents died, and the comfort around him when he was sad.

He remembered his wife's care when he was sick in the snowstorm, remembered the figure who died of blood in the early morning when blocking the wind outlet for him, and remembered the taste of blood in his mouth after the avalanche.

For a long time, he knew that his wife in his arms had no breath, but he didn't believe it. He had more tears and murmured.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, you take a rest, your body is very cold, I will warm you up." Xiaobao held his wife's body with tenderness on his face and returned to the cave. After putting his wife's body down, he used his body temperature to warm it -

Calling

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