d the wound clean with alcohol and cotton swabs and smeared himself with ointment.in this process, the other person obviously hurt but said nothing, just frowning.and just now the other person looked...what would you do if you had only two hours left in your life

this is the problem that Qingchen encountered at the beginning of his journey, and now he is facing it again.

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

the wolves behind have infiltrated the woods like raindrops. The dust is very fast, but the wolves are not slow.

Qingchen has never run knee-deep in the snow, and this unfamiliar sports environment makes it difficult for him to exert his speed to the extreme.

but the wolves are different. They seem to know more about the extreme weather and are born for it.

the teenager felt that his physical strength was being exhausted rapidly, and it was only a matter of time before he was overtaken by wolves.

he could hear the wolves' footsteps on the snow, their gasps, and their own heartbeat like a drum.

all this is noisy, but it makes the snow forest very quiet and empty.

but Qingchen has no fear.

among the wolves, more than a dozen of the most robust wolves are running so fast that they outflank the wings of Qingchen.

is like the blade of a pair of scissors closing gradually.

seen from the snow forest that withered in winter, the hunting of wolves on the ground is particularly spectacular.

however, this kind of scene occurs mostly in the season of hunting antelope, and it is rare that hundreds of wolves hunt one person.

Qingchen seems to have returned to the cold waters of Greenland.

there are dark clouds in the sky, as if the kingdom of God is coming again.

behind and beside him is the surging tide.

only this time, there are no seedlings around him.

Qingchen smiled. This fate seems to be playing tricks on mankind in every way. What you owe will be repaid sooner or later.

in an instant, the wings surpassed his wolves and suddenly closed.

the more than ten strong wolves are like a wall, standing in the way of Qingchen.

Pop up fiercely!

Qingchen faced the wolves ushered in, undiminished in speed, and calmly threw out the marionette on his wrist.

however, the glittering and translucent string puppet was originally soft, but it was as straight as a knife in the blink of an eye.

the sharp thread runs through the air like a giant machete.

swept across with a knife, and I don't know how much of the snow in the sky has been cut.

it sweeps over tree trunks, leaves, wolves.

the crazy knight was poured into it, and at some point, there was a huge shadow in the hands of Qing Dust.

tear up a few times.

the figure of Qingchen colliding with the wolves was torn to pieces by sharp claws, and his arms and shoulders were covered with blood stains in the debris of his clothes.

the marks left by the pawn seem to be engraved on his bones.

but when the two sides make a mistake.

the towering trees tilted to one side, the snow on the trees rustled, and the ground heard the crisp sound of broken branches, like the sound of firecrackers.

the wolf swept by the knife split in two, and the hot wolf blood spilled on the snow.

more than a dozen wolves died as soon as they met here.

the snow forest behind Qingchen rumbles and collapses with great fanfare.

it is as if the tide has been disintegrated after the teenager meets the tide.

Qingchen felt three or four hot wounds on his body, and a large area of his skin was exposed to the cold air.

Blood keeps flowing down the wound.

the wound was hot at first and gradually paralyzed.

but it still hurts in my bones.

there is a neurotoxin on the wolf's paw.

after running through a big tree, Qingchen suddenly stood back, tore off his torn suit and threw it on the snow. "come on," he said with a loud laugh.

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the hot blood on the teenager is steaming hot in the cold weather.

at one moment, he felt like a dusty iron box, which was reopened when the life-and-death crisis came again.

there is his original soul.

after he came to the inner world, he was immersed in the warmth given by Li Shutong, Li Xiurui and Shadow. all three were trying to teach him something, but it was precisely because they were so dazzling that something that belonged to him was being covered up.

is like an extremely bright person around you, you can't help but imitate him to do things, imitate his words, and yearn for his life.

but other people's lives belong to others after all.

at this moment, Qingchen found something of his own.

under the deep sea of cold reason, that fiery blood.

Qingchen's brain is extremely fast, and it is also calm and objective.

but the more he does, the more aware he is of his situation.

he's dying.

so, what would you do if you only had the last two hours left in your life

is to stand up and say to the **ing world, I am not afraid.

is to stand up to people who want to hurt themselves and make them pay the price.

the last time he reported his father in the autumn wind on his bike.

this time, he will stand in the snow forest with a decent face and fight until the last second.

until he dies.

Wolves hesitate for a moment in the face of tough teenagers.

they surround the teenager, walking slowly among the woods, slowly encircling the teenager.

the teenager among the wolves took a deck of cards out of his trouser pocket. He threw away the box and cut the remaining 53 cards in his hands, faster and faster.

the next second, the wolves poured in.

but I can see that the playing cards in the teenager's hands are like flying flowers, shooting out from the fingertips one by one.

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

No wolf can escape death after being targeted by poker. The playing card is so sharp and frightening that after hitting the wolf in the stomach, he can still cut off one of the wolf's ribs and penetrate through its body.

Qingchen's fingers are stable and powerful, without a trace of trembling.

in just a few breaths, only the last oker is left for 53 playing cards.

the colored oker was sandwiched between his fingers, which was particularly bright in the gray snow.

beside him, 52 wolves had fallen to the ground and struggled, unable to stand up again.

the picture is tragic and spectacular.

the remaining wolves continue to approach, as if unaffected by the death of their companions, firmly and ferociously carrying out the hunting plan.

Qingchen didn't eject the poker between his fingers, but stayed.

when the wolf pounced on him, Qingchen was slightly short, and the extremely sharp poker between the fingers passed through the wolf's belly.

when the wolf fell to the ground, the innards in his belly flowed to the ground, and a foul smell was rushing in the snow.

another wolf pounced on the back of Qingchen, only to see that he had eyes behind him, grabbed the hair of the wolf's neck, chopped it on the wolf's neck with a playing card in the other hand, and pulled hard.

the wolf's head was half chopped off!

that oker is Qingchen's last weapon among the wolves. out of the car. they opened the iron door of the box and there were pieces of red cloth inside.then, dozens of Hengshe members rushed out of nowhere. They took red cloth from the box and distributed...