Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 470 Dusty heart

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

   This is the problem Qing Chen encountered at the beginning of the time travel, and now he is facing it again.

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

  The pack of wolves behind him had penetrated into the woods like raindrops. Qing Chen was fast, but the pack of wolves was not slow either.

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

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

  The boy felt that his physical strength was being consumed rapidly, and it would be a matter of time before he was caught up by the wolves.

  He could hear the footsteps and panting of the wolves on the snow, and his own heart beating like a drum.

   All these noises make the snow forest extraordinarily quiet and empty.

   But Qingchen had no fear.

  Among the pack of wolves, there were more than a dozen of the most vigorous wild wolves galloping fast. Their speed was so fast that they outflanked Qing Chen's two wings.

  It's like the blades of a pair of scissors are gradually closing.

   Viewed from above 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 it is rare for hundreds of wild wolves to hunt one person.

  Qing Chen seemed to have returned to the icy waters of Greenland.

  The sky is black with dark clouds, as if the Kingdom of God has come again.

  Behind and beside him are raging waves.

   Only this time, there is no Yangyang around him.

  Qing Chen smiled, this fate seems to be playing tricks on human beings, what you owe, you will have to pay back sooner or later.

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

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

   Pounce fiercely!

   Facing the oncoming pack of wolves, Qing Chen didn't slow down at all, and calmly flung out the marionette on his wrist.

  Seeing that the crystal clear marionette was originally soft, but it became as straight as a knife in the blink of an eye.

  A sharp silk thread pierces through the air, like a huge machete.

   With a sweep of the knife, an unknown amount of snow in the sky was cut.

   It skims tree trunks, leaves, 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 colliding with the wolves was torn apart by the sharp claws, and the wreckage of his clothes was flying, and there were a few bloodstains on his arms and shoulders.

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

  But when the figures of the two parties were wrong...

  The towering tree leaned to one side, the snow on the tree fell, and the crisp sound of branches snapped on the ground, like the sound of firecrackers.

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

   More than a dozen wild wolves died in this encounter.

  The snowy forest behind Qingchen collapsed with a huge force.

   It was as if the boy met the tide, and the tide was disintegrated.

  Qing Chen felt that three or four wounds on his body were burning, and a large area of ​​skin was exposed to the cold air.

  Blood continued to flow down the wound.

  The wound was hot at first, and then gradually became numb.

   But the bones still hurt.

  The wolf's paws actually contain nerve-inhibiting toxins.

   After running past a big tree, Qing Chen suddenly stood still and turned around, tore off the broken jacket on the upper body and threw it on the snow, and said with a loud smile, "Come on!"

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

  At a certain moment, he felt like a rusty iron box. When the crisis of life and death came again, the iron box was reopened.

   There is his original soul.

After coming to the other world, he was immersed in the warmth given by Li Shutong, Li Xiurui, and the shadow. The three of them were trying to teach him something, but because these three were so dazzling, something about him that belonged to him was being passed on. Cover up.

  It’s like an extremely brilliant person appears beside you, you can’t help but imitate his actions, imitate his speech, and yearn for his life.

   But other people's lives are ultimately theirs.

   At this moment, Qing Chen found back what belonged to him.

  Under the cold and rational deep sea, the blazing blood.

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

   But the more this happened, the more aware he was of his situation.

  He is going to die.

   So, if you only had the last two hours of your life, what would you do?

  It is to stand up and say to this **** world, I am not afraid.

   is to stand up to the person who wants to hurt you and make the other person pay the price.

   Last time he rode a bicycle in the autumn wind and reported his father.

   This time, he will stand in this snowy forest with dignity and fight until the last second.

   until he dies.

   Facing the tough young man, the wolves hesitated for a while.

  They surrounded the boy, walked slowly among the trees, and slowly surrounded the boy.

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

  The next second, the wolves rushed forward.

   But he saw the poker cards in the young man's hand shot out from his fingertips one by one like flying flowers.

  The poker flying in the air was like a knife, making a sharp whistling sound in the air.

No wild wolf can escape the fate of death after being targeted by the poker. The poker is so sharp and frightening that after hitting the wolf's abdomen, it can even cut off the ribs of the wolf, and then penetrate through its body. out.

  Qing Chen's fingers were steady and strong, without any trembling.

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

  The colored Joker is held between his two fingers, and it is particularly bright in the gray and white snow.

  Beside him, there were already fifty-two wild wolves lying on the ground struggling endlessly, unable to stand up any more.

  The picture is tragic and spectacular.

  The remaining wild wolves continued to approach. They seemed not to be affected by the death of their companions, and carried out the hunting plan firmly and fiercely.

   Qing Chen didn't eject the poker between his fingers, but kept it.

  The moment the wild wolf rushed towards him, Qing Chen's body was slightly lowered, and the extremely sharp poker between his fingers passed through the belly of the wolf above his head.

   I saw that the wild wolf was already dying when it landed, the viscera in its belly flowed all over the floor, and a stench of stench was rushing in the snow.

Another wild wolf rushed from behind Qingchen, but he saw that there seemed to be eyes behind him, and he turned around and grabbed the hair of the wolf's neck. .

  The wolf's head was cut off in half!

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

  In this world, I am afraid that no one has seen such sharp poker cards.

  At this time, someone outside the wolves suddenly laughed and said, "Why struggle so hard?"

  Qing Chen gasped and laughed, "You call this a struggle?"

   This is obviously the flame of will.

  Life should be like a candle, burning from the beginning to the end, always bright!

   While speaking, he fought with the wolf again.

  He didn't know who the people outside the wolf pack were or what they wanted to do, but none of that mattered now.

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

  A wild wolf rushed to Qing Chen and bit him.

   Qing Chen waved the poker across the opponent's neck, but failed to cut the wolf's neck open.

  Caught off guard, the wild wolf bit his arm.

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

  Laughter came from outside the pack of wolves.

   Qing Chen sneered, he no longer shook off the wolf's mouth, but clamped the wolf's head under his arm fiercely and reluctantly.

   With a click, the hard spine of the wild wolf's neck was broken!

  The wolf's mouth slowly loosened, revealing the bone-deep wound on Qingchen's forearm, the white bones and flesh were shocking.

  Qing Chen stood on the spot, holding the wild wolf and said with a smile: "Come on, what's the matter hiding outside the pack of wolves."

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

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

   Gradually, the nerve paralyzing toxin piled up in his body more and more.

  Qing Chen could no longer lift his bitten right arm, so he waved it with his left arm.

  The place where his leg was bitten couldn't exert any strength, so he half-kneeled on the ground to defend himself.

  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.

  Also do your best to live.

  In those years, without living expenses, he earned it by himself.

  No one cares about him, so he is used to loneliness.

  He has eaten the leftovers on other people's tables, seen the cold eyes of countless people, and lived step by step until now, all in exchange for his life.

  Courage and blood, this is the background of his life.

   Heavy snow falls.

  Qing Chen 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 boy wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

   Maybe when he wakes up, he will still be in his own home, and time travel is just a big dream.

  The wolves stopped attacking and tearing apart, they slowly spread out to make way.

A middle-aged man slowly walked into the battlefield, watching the boy kneeling on the ground without saying a word, the white snow and blood thick, this may be the most heroic battle he has ever seen in his life, even if the boy in front of him is just A grade C.

   No wonder the family let him do it himself.

   It turned out to be such a difficult person.

   It's no wonder that the family wants to mobilize so many people for a C-level boy. If this boy grows up, many people may not be able to sleep.

The middle-aged man suddenly said: "I know that you have been pretending until now, and you 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 on the ground. Mud. No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain. If the wolf is dead, I can find another one, but you only have one life. Remember my name, Shendai Yunhe, and we will walk together for a long time. "

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

  The middle-aged man was right. Even if Qing Chen had his last breath, his weary look was just to make the enemy come closer and give him a chance to deal a fatal blow.

  A deck of cards has 54 cards, but a box of cards has 55 cards, and a white card with manufacturing information printed on it.

   Qingchen kept it because he hoped that the other party would forget that there was such a card when they were counting.

   But as the middle-aged man said, the gap in strength between them is too great, so big that no matter how hard Qing Chen tries, it is impossible to bridge the gap with courage and wisdom.

  The poker flew to Jindai Yunhe's door, but he just flicked his finger lightly, and the moment his fingertip collided with the poker, the poker turned into powder.

The middle-aged man watched Qing Chen completely faint, and said to Xue Lin behind him: "Come out, search him, check him for contraindications, then leave here as soon as possible, and go north. If that shadow goes and comes back, everyone to die here."

  (end of this chapter)