Tianzang

I don't know where to look for Fatty, I've never been here, and I don't know in which direction Fatty disappeared. In addition, I'm physically exhausted now, and I can't walk for a long time, so it's more important for me to preserve my strength now.

If the fat man is separated from me, he will definitely come to find me. He is behind me, so he should know my location, so it should be relatively easy for him to find me.

However, just as I was in a trance, I seemed to see a ball-like thing running towards me in the distance——

"Snapped!"

"Ah..." At this time, I was firmly pressed down by the fat man, and I couldn't push him away:

"Fatty... get up..." I pushed the fat man again, but found that the fat man didn't respond at all. blood.

It's the fat man's blood.

Sure enough, I saw a bullet hole in the fat man's right chest, and the blood was still flowing out.

Seeing this, I tried the fat man's breath.Fortunately, there is still breathing.I thought so.I quickly leaned the fat man into my arms to maintain his body temperature.I dragged the fat man against a stone. The fat man's wound was still bleeding. I had to find a way to stop the bleeding. I looked at the bandage on my right hand, took it off, and wrapped it around the fat man's chest. , so that the wound would stop bleeding.

I never saw Shorty Von.

So, what happened?

When I came up, the fat man was supposed to be with Shorty Feng, so that shot could only be shot by Shorty Feng, then Shorty Feng's purpose might also be to kill us.And then Xue Beng, then it is possible that Shorty Feng caught up with Fatty and fired that shot while Fatty was trying his best to dodge Avalanche, taking advantage of his unpreparedness.

Now I must not sit here and wait to die, otherwise the fat man and I will die here.

I tried to help the fat man stand up, but found that I couldn't stand up at all, and collapsed again with a "pop".

It was very windy and snowy, so I took out a sleeping bag from my backpack and wrapped it around the fat man.I definitely can't do this, I will freeze to death sooner or later, so I have to climb down the mountain as well.

I fixed the fat man on my body with a rope, "Fat man...you can really lose weight...you will crush me to death, even if I turn into a ghost, I will not let you go!" I took the crutch and folded it in my hand , and then start the first step with difficulty.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and my steps were getting slower and slower. I grabbed the snow with my right hand and moved forward vigorously. The wound on my right hand was stabbed by the ice, because my left arm was still weak.

My physical strength is gradually approaching the limit, and the wind and snow are mercilessly paralyzing my nerves, making the scene in front of me gradually blurred. The fat man has not yet woken up. If I faint now, then the fat man and I are likely to die here , the wind and snow are our graves.

I took another two steps forward with all my strength, but I couldn't climb anymore.I raised my head and looked at the wound on my right hand. The wound had been punctured by ice again and became extremely hideous. The blood that had been stagnated flowed out again. I collapsed powerlessly on the ground. past.

In a daze, it seemed that someone came to me.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the snow, but in a warm room.

I just wanted to open the blanket covering my body, but someone stopped me all of a sudden. I looked at the unusually long index and middle fingers on those hands, and suddenly raised my head, and sure enough, I met a pair of deep eyes.

It's a stuffy oil bottle.

"Lie down." A faint voice rang in my ear.

I heard the words and lay down, because I knew that Poker Bottle would not harm me, and it must be safe here.

"Brother, where is Fatty?"

Poker bottle pointed to the side, I turned my head to look, and found that the fat man was right next to me, still snoring!

"He woke up once, the wound has been treated, and now he is asleep." Poker bottle explained.

I smiled slightly, and suddenly realized that this room was actually the one that trapped Ren Yang, and then I found that there was another person behind Poker Ping, who was tied into a rice dumpling.

I took a closer look and found that it was Feng the Shorty!It seems that Pokerfinger brought the dwarf Feng here, but what does he mean, does he want us to deal with it?

Poker-face saw me looking at Shorty Feng, and brought him in front of me, gesturing what to do.

I thought about it, and asked the dwarf Feng Dao:

"Are you trying to kill us?"

"Yes." Shorty Feng replied.

"You didn't hit us, so stay where you are cool."

Poker-Face immediately understood after hearing this, and before Shorty Feng could answer, he helped Shorty Feng untie the rope and carried him out.I sighed and lay down lazily again.

I'm sure that the one in the water is Pokerfinger, that is to say, Pokerfinger was no longer inside the bronze door at that time, so why did Pokerfing come out of the bronze door?Did something go wrong in the end?

"Brother, why did you come out?" When I saw Poker Ping come back, I asked.But my answer was silence.

Poker-Face didn't answer, so I didn't ask any more questions. After all, if Poker-Face didn't want to tell you, you wouldn't be able to ask a fart.

Poker Face sat in front of the stove and added some firewood, then sat there in a daze.Because I was so tired, I stopped talking and just lay there to rest.The fat man slept soundly and snored non-stop. It seemed that he was tired after the journey, not to mention that he had such a serious injury.

The three of us sat around the fire, two lying down and one sitting.

The flames in the stove kept jumping and burning, emitting a warm but not too hot light, illuminating this corner.

"Brother, did you come out a long time ago?" I lay there and said lazily.

The oil bottle nodded.

"Brother, are you the one in the lake?"

Porky Bottle looked at the flames, and nodded again in yes.

In other words, Poker Bottle also entered the bronze gate, maybe earlier than us, but when we went, there was no sign of anyone passing by the bronze gate, that is to say, Poker Bottle did not enter through the bronze gate , so where did the stuffy oil bottle get in?I glanced at the oil bottle, and found that he was still looking at the flames in the stove, and didn't notice what I was thinking here.

"Wu Xie." Suddenly, Poker Fing said.

"what happened?"

"There is no time."

"Brother, do you mean you are leaving again?"

The stuffy oil bottle didn't say anything.

I knew my guess was pretty close to ten, so I continued to lie down without saying a word, Poker Bottle must go, because he hadn't finished guarding the bronze gate yet.

But I don't want Boyouping to guard that broken door again.So, no matter what, I will try my best.

"Brother, why are you leaving again?"

"There is no time."

"Brother, can you explain clearly?"

Poker bottle stopped talking again, our conversation was cut off again, and I didn't ask anything, only one sentence, "I don't have time." So, could it be that there is really a problem in the end, so Poker bottle needs to be repaired as soon as possible ?I thought about it, and felt that it was not impossible.

I looked at the flames in the stove and sighed lightly.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." Poker-Face said, adding another handful of firewood to the stove.

TBC.