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Her pupils widened suddenly, and Wen Lin didn't have time to think about it. Just as she grabbed Wei Shiya and said something, she saw the snow on the mountain on the right rolling down.
It's an avalanche.
"Run, run to both sides," Wen Lin shouted with all her strength.
The huge avalanche airflow overturned the person, rolling around in the snow, Wen Lin nearly fainted in pain, she couldn't breathe at all, and the suffocation completely wrapped her.
The strength in her hands gradually dissipated with her consciousness. Before she completely fell into darkness, Wen Lin only felt a hoop of pain in her wrist.
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Chapter 112
There was a vast expanse of snow on the top of the head, and a thick tree trunk could be vaguely seen across it.
Wen Lin broke free from the darkness and slowly blinked her eyes. There was a cold and stagnant feeling all over her body, and Wen Lin couldn't help taking a breath.
Vicia's eyes were flushed and she stood aside, her hair was mixed with dead leaves and debris, and it was wet and attached to her body, and her clean clothes were also dirty.
Wen Lin looked around and found that this was a small hole sunk toward the inside of the mountain. The tree trunks running across the entrance of the hole and the bedrock hanging down toward the mountain just left a small space just enough for the two of them.
After calming down, Wen Lin found that her body was cleaned up very well, and she was still wearing Vicia's cloak.
She struggled to get up, but was quickly held down by Vicia, "Don't move, your leg is hurt."
Perhaps her limbs were frozen, and when Vicia reminded her, Wen Lin realized that there was a pool of dazzling blood flowing from her legs.
Seeing Wen Lin awake, Vicia was obviously relieved. Her face was pale, but her voice was calm and gentle, her wrists were slightly strained, and she half-lifted Wen Lin and leaned against her naked side. The exposed rock, soothed,
"I have seen it. The snow layer is not as dense and compact as I imagined, and it should not be buried deeply. When you recover some physical strength, I will try to dig up and dig up, maybe you can get out."
Her head was still dizzy and aching, and Wen Lin pressed her temples heavily, trying to stay awake.
There is no obvious suffocation in breathing, indicating that the porosity and air content of the snow cover are still sufficient, and the most basic survival conditions are met.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Lin looked at Vicia carefully. Although she was embarrassed, there was no obvious blood on her body. However, Wen Lin, who was still worried, asked one more question.
"Have you been hit by a stone trunk in the snow? Do you feel any pain in your body?"
Seeing Wen Lin trembling uncontrollably and leaning on the side weakly, Vicia was both distressed and flustered, but at this time she had to restrain her emotions, quietly leaned her body to the side, shook her head,
"No, I'm not hurt."
She couldn't bring up her strength, her vision began to blur gradually, and the pain felt like a needle in her head. Wen Lin shook her head vigorously, to no avail.
The only source of heat beside her was Visia, Wen Lin subconsciously moved towards her, and while she was still awake, she hurriedly told her how to save herself.
"..."
"If I still can't wake up tomorrow, leave me alone. If you dig upwards alone, you may still have a chance to live."
Judging from the surrounding environment, they are likely to be washed to the edge by the snow flow, and they should not be buried deeply, but if they want to escape by themselves, the chances are slim, but if they wait for others to find something wrong and save them, Trying to find them under the endless snow peaks sounds like nonsense.
They are in a desperate situation where it is difficult to save themselves. The only thing they can do is to save their physical strength as much as possible, prolong their survival time, and seek opportunities to escape.
With the last sentence, Wen Lin fell into a coma again.
Wen Lin's voice was very weak, but Vicia could hear it clearly. She burst into tears in an instant and held Wen Lin in her arms even tighter.
"How can I watch you die in front of me again?"
Vicia warmed Wen Lin's limbs with her body, and then tightly wrapped her cloak, her lips against her lips. In the quiet and silent space, Vicia could clearly hear the chaotic rhythm in her heart and the pain in her ribs. .
She put a kiss on Wen Lin's lips full of nostalgia, then trembling half-supported, she staggered towards the hole.
There was an incomparably conspicuous bloodstain on his back.
Picking up a broken branch, Vicia began to dig out carefully. As time went by, her movements became slower and stiffer. The wound on her hand was white with snow and water, and then cracked again by freezing.
Vicia didn't know how long she repeated the movements on her hands, her heartbeat became faster and faster, her breathing became more and more difficult, and it became more and more difficult to control her body.
There seemed to be nowhere to run, but resignation was a terrible feeling.
Finally, Vicia fell, she returned with difficulty, Wen Lin was lying there quietly.
Vicia stretched out her hand and hung it in front of Wen Lin's nose. Feeling the heat, her flustered heart miraculously calmed down.
Resting her head in her arms, Vicia curled up in a corner not far from Wen Lin, her eyes were firmly locked on Wen Lin, her lips were white and bloodless, and her whole body was shivering with cold. Shia just leaned over.
Small dust fluttered in the dim light, Vicia forced herself to calm down, she rubbed Wen Lin's wrist, and muttered to the small ball pattern,
"Since you saved her once, you should save her a second time. I can die, but please, you must save her."
A lot of physical exertion made Visiah unable to finish a sentence fluently, and the more and more anxiety and exhaustion strayed from the edge of Visiah's collapse.
Vicia stared at Wen Lin intently, only Wen Lin's face was clear in her sight, and her eyes were filled with pity.
Beneath the pity is the sudden hatred, the helplessness and hatred for the injustice of fate.
They only meet again, but they have to face the farewell of life and death again.