blogombal Chapter 334: The Novelist Who Has Suffered Many Disasters Was Injured Today Too
Chapter 334: The Novelist Who Has Suffered Many Disasters Was Injured Today Too
The roar of running water and falling snow drowned out their calls.
The 'road conditions' are a bit bad.
The strong water flow carried the broken concrete fragments, trees and sand along the way, as well as the newly swept electric poles forward.
The two of them were like a leaf that had strayed into the ocean, and could be torn to pieces at any time by the things that popped up from time to time around them.
Conan grabbed Yun Xianhe's clothes tightly with both hands, and was so nervous that he didn't dare to speak at all, for fear of disturbing the other party's operation.
The current situation is even more dangerous than escaping from an avalanche.
Yun Xianhe ducked to avoid a rock that was washed down, then reached out to cover Conan's forehead, and led him to barely avoid a piece of wood protruding from under the water.
The water under my feet kept shaking.
Yun Xianhe estimated how close they were to hitting that inexplicable decoration on the edge of the village.
He also estimated the distance from the river to the shore, and the speed at which the waves behind him were approaching.
It was a bit difficult to dodge with Conan, but he could do it by himself.
Thinking of this, Yun Xianhe said:
"Conan, do you want to try what it's like to fly?"
"what??"
Without waiting for Conan to react, Yun Xianhe grabbed the other person and threw him to the nearest shore.
Conan was in the air and was at a loss for a moment.
After seeing Yun Xianhe being thrown into the water by a big wave, the panic in my heart reached its peak.
The little detective fell into the snow in the woods and rolled twice due to inertia, and only stopped after hitting a tree hard.
Conan forced himself to stand up and looked at the floodwaters that were almost within reach, his face pale:
"Xianhe, Xianhe!"
After throwing Conan out, Yun Xianhe swiftly put a breathing helmet on his head and dived into the river before the waves hit his back.
The surfboard under his feet was instantly put into the system space by him.
The brave man who fell into the water was like a dragon entering the sea.
With the help of the flood water, it flowed downwards and nimbly avoided various obstacles.
However, he slightly overestimated the physical fitness limited to 2.
The water in the coldest days of winter is extremely cold.
A body that has not undergone professional training is like a broken glass bottle filled with powerful potions, which severely limits the hero's skills.
Yun Xianhe, feeling his hands and feet going numb, dodged the huge tree that was broken in half and rushed towards him from behind, and struggled to move towards the shore.
There was more and more debris in the water that swept over the edge of the village.
Yun Xianhe dodged a bicycle by leaning sideways and only felt his legs sink. In the blink of an eye, he was dragged five or six meters away.
Yun Xianhe, who was carried downward by the current, looked down at the electric wires wrapped around his feet and frowned fiercely.
He pulled out a Tang sword from the system space, slightly bent his body, and swung the sword to cut it off.
The body instinctively sends out danger warnings.
Yun Xianhe spun suddenly in the water, and the Tang sword in his hand hit a huge tree root.
The impact force of the flood is so great that even a brave warrior with great strength would have to use some clever tricks in normal times.
The sudden impact made Yun Xianhe's palm numb, and his figure was moving farther and farther away with the water flow.
I don't know how long I was entangled with wood and other debris at the bottom of the water.
In the end, Yun Xianhe was forced to end this extreme freestyle swimming at the cost of being hit by the torrent and hitting a rock.
The brave man gritted his teeth, gripped the protruding rock on the shore with his fingers, and pulled himself ashore by force.
The clothes that were originally used to keep out the cold were now filled with water and became the culprit for losing heat.
Even with the breathing helmet to block, the head was inevitably hit a few times.
Yun Xianhe, lying on the ground, felt dizzy and his whole body was in pain.
Reason urged him to get up and deal with the clothes that had begun to freeze.
However, his physical condition had reached its limit, making it a luxury for him to even raise his hands.
Yun Xianhe, lying on his back in the snow, reached out his trembling hands and tore off the stiff scarf and breathing helmet around his neck.
Breathing the cold mountain air, he said slowly:
"I'm so tired..."
Forget about the time when it dies and restarts.
If he were to restart, he would definitely stop Conan before he could rush to trigger the avalanche and use the bomb to help him accomplish this feat.
Even if it is a punishment from the world, it is better than being swept so far by a flood.
...It could also be because of the son of luck.
The other party was not buried by the avalanche, but the force majeure of the original plot prevented them from escaping at the beginning.
The hero, who was lost in thought, felt his body gradually losing consciousness and let out a sigh of relief.
As he closed his eyes in a daze, he thought:
Sure enough, he has always hated such a troublesome world.
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[“…Xiaohe…wake up…”]
I seem to hear a very familiar voice...
[“Don’t sleep in a place like this! Ayun!”]
But so tired...
[“Wake up, little Xianhe!”]
[“Yunyun, it will be terrible if you are seen sleeping here by your teacher!”]
The sound in my ears seems near and far away.
In a dark space of thought,
Yun Xianhe felt his limbs were pressed to the ground by something, so he closed his eyes and frowned.
The scratched fingers trembled slightly, but were unable to clench.
no…
No strength...
My eyelids were dragging at me so heavily that I couldn't open them no matter how hard I tried.
[“Are you going to stop here?”]
How,…is it possible!
My fingers clenched unconsciously.
The man with his eyes closed struggled to raise his body with his elbows, trying hard to get out of the quagmire beneath him.
The black gelatinous substance broke one by one during the pulling, making unwilling roars.
[“Come on, Ayun! Wake up!”]
[“Come on, Xiaohe!”]
[“Didn’t you say you were going to have something delicious tonight? Get up!”]
[“That stupid wolf is still waiting for you there!”]
[“Wake up, brave man.”]
……
[“Wake up!”] x5
bass--
The long sword that had not been used for a long time in the mustard seed space was unsheathed.
The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with lightning and deafening thunder.
Yun Xianhe, who turned over and sat up unconsciously, suddenly opened his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was pressing against the ground, supporting his body.
I looked up at the clouds rolling with thunder and lightning.
Feeling the familiar feeling in his hand, Yun Xianhe understood.
The next second, he loosened his fingers slightly, allowing the long sword to turn into a stream of light and return to his sea of consciousness.
The original rules of heaven that sensed the disappearance of the alien aura flashed twice and then dissipated.
Seeing this, Yun Xianhe curled his lips:
"Stingy Heaven's Way."
[Ding! Warning, your current physical condition is very poor, please save yourself as soon as possible. ]
[Ten minutes left before hypothermia. 】
[Warning, your current physical condition is very poor, please save yourself as soon as possible. ]
Turn off the auxiliary system prompt tone.
Yun Xianhe glanced at the long string of red messages following his physical value, then clicked on the system backpack.
The unused arrows are perfect for firewood, plus the two pieces of wood that I stored there at an unknown time.
Wearing clothes that were frozen as hard as bricks, Yun Xianhe sat by the campfire that was lit in a minute and sneezed loudly.
When I turned around, I saw a dark red color in the human-shaped indentation on the snow.
He raised his hand and touched the back of his head.
Well, the troubled head was also injured today.