Wushuang ignored him and continued to run into this passage. This was a canyon sandwiched between two mountains. It was very narrow, only four or five meters wide. It was relatively flat at the beginning, but as it went further back, the road

It becomes more and more rugged, with small raised hills everywhere, and the hilly soil is still covered with thick snow. Ordinary people may not even be able to stand, let alone run here, but it is such a difficult road.

In the imaginary canyon, a blind and deaf mentally retarded patient walked as fast as he could on flat ground.

Maybe this is what people call the real secret realm of Kunlun? There are many irregular caves on the cliffs on the left and right. Dayong looked up and saw that there seemed to be a coffin parked in each cave. There were bones scattered under the cave.

The pile is chilling.

This is the first fight he has lost in his life, so it has been clearly marked deep in his memory. He is too familiar with this place, and fragments of the past are constantly popping up in his mind. Every word of Meihui...every word

The smiles...their flirting, the little quarrels between them, and the love that no one knew...the footage replayed in his mind like a slideshow.

"Shuangye, what are you doing here?" Wushuang stopped. In front of him was a dark cave entrance. At the entrance of the cave, he could clearly see that the Sanhe soil he had cleaned up with a Luoyang shovel a few years ago was still piled up.

Beside.

"Oh, let's go, you are truly worthy of being the leader!!! Your body is like this, why don't you forget to fight? Let's go! My young master only asked me to protect you, but he didn't ask me to accompany you in a fight?

"

Wushuang knelt down and stroked the Sanhetu that faintly smelled of corpse, and squeezed out three words: "Wobaxi...Wobaxi..."

"Ah? This is the legendary underground tomb of King Torgut Khan?"

He recalled everything. Although this trip to the Kunlun Mountains could not heal his eyes and ears, it awakened his past memories, and the memory nerve deep in his brain that had been devoured by the virus was activated again.

"Wobaxi...Obaxi...King Khan...Turgut...Simenggu...Lili...Rat...Nurhachi's Curse...Changbai Mountain..." He kept repeating the key points in these memories.

Sexual words.

"Do you remember? Yes, you are the leader, you are the boss of Beimai Gold Touching Sect, you are the chairman of Manhan Banquet Restaurant, you are Nalanhong's good friend, and our family Yue Fujin, you are all

Do you remember?" Dayong reminded him from the side.

Dayong encouraged him to peel an apple.

Wushuang stared blankly, sitting in the cold snow and biting an apple, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's time for us to go, Master Shuang." Dayong patted Wu Shuang on the shoulder.

Wushuang slowly raised his head and suddenly asked: "Where is Mei...Meixi...?"

These words were spoken much more coherently than before. A happy Dayong quickly replied: "If everything goes well, we can see Mei Xi tomorrow morning. Let's go quickly."

Wushuang tilted his head again, as if he couldn't hear what he said.

Dayong helped Wushuang back to the highway after going into the night. One afternoon passed, and it seemed that not a single car passed by on the highway, and there were no ruts on the ground. Only their off-road vehicle was quietly waiting for its owner to come back and claim it.

He opened the car door and restarted the engine. Suddenly his hand was held by Wushuang. The heartbreaking coldness came again. Dayong was so frightened that he hurriedly pushed Wushuang away.

"Sir, we have to leave. Don't make trouble and just eat your apples."

Wushuang turned back and looked behind the off-road vehicle with empty eyes. There was nothing behind it, only the dim street lights still flickering with indifferent light.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wushuang jumped out of the car, opened the main driver's cab door and pulled Dayong hard. He couldn't hear or see, but he seemed to feel an ominous premonition. Dayong was dragged out of the car crookedly. Wushuang did not.

He didn't run far, but squatted down under the fence on the side of the road.

"My ancestor, what are you doing?"

Before Dayong could finish his words, he suddenly saw a cloud of snow mist stir up in the snowy mountains opposite, and there was a chaotic rumbling sound, as if a team of dozens of people were running towards them. Dayong was extremely silent, and turned around and took out his clothes from behind.

I bought a revolver. The Tibetan area has not been very stable in recent years, and some radical terrorists often cause trouble. When you come to a place like this, you have to carry a weapon, just in case.

But Dayong then thought about it, was the former leader of the gang really deaf and blind? He was also a professional in the special forces. He and Ma Yundong were in the same group. One was a Sanda master, and the other was a gun in the army.

God Dayong has a gun in his hand, and as long as there are bullets, he is a cold-blooded killer who can kill people within a hundred meters without being seen.

I have also participated in the International Scout Competition, but I didn't even realize that the danger was coming just now. How did this stupid deaf and blind man realize it?

The chaotic steps were getting closer and closer, like thousands of troops and horses, like thousands of beasts galloping. The guy at the head emerged from the snow and fog, and it turned out to be a giant wolf about two meters long. The guy glared

With green eyes, he was the first to jump on the front of the off-road vehicle, sniffing it carefully with his nose, followed closely by more than forty wolves. They were said to be wolf cubs, but that was only a relative term. They

All of them are adult wolves.

If Wushuang hadn't pulled him out of the car just now, the consequences would have been disastrous. In the winter on the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, the road was extremely slippery, and the driver started the car very slowly. If he hadn't been pulled out of the car by Wushuang just now, the wolves would have already escaped from the car at this moment.

Then he jumped on the front of the car.

The giant wolf's big claws slapped on the front hood of the car, and its sharp nails actually penetrated the front hood. The hair on Dayong's back grew straight. This giant wolf was all white, and its hair was shining brightly.

Light, let alone live for hundreds of years.

"Damn it, we are in big trouble. A pack of wolves can tear a lion into pieces!" Dayong said to himself, turned around and touched his pocket. Oh no, he only brought a few bullets.

, plus the ones in the gun chamber, even one shot can kill up to twelve wolves.

"Master Shuang, you go first, I'll cover you. If something happens to you, I, Dayong, can't bear it!" Dayong wrote what he wanted to express on the uneven paper shell and handed it to Wushuang.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that the stupid leader was holding his own Tibetan knife, polishing the blade on a stone nearby. The spiked blade of the small Tibetan knife shone with a cold light, blowing through his short hair.

"Are you crazy? This won't work, it's too much! Leave quickly!" Dayong said in a slightly stronger tone. The dogs and wolves had extremely smart ears. His words immediately attracted the prying eyes of the pack of wolves. Wushuang ignored him and continued.

I ran into this passage. This is a canyon sandwiched between two mountains. It is very narrow, only four or five meters wide. It was relatively flat at the beginning, but the further back, the more rugged the road became, with everywhere

The small raised hills and hilly mounds are still covered with thick snow. Ordinary people might not even be able to stand firmly, let alone running here. However, it is such an unimaginable canyon that both blind and

The deaf and mentally retarded patient walked as fast as he could on flat ground.

Maybe this is what people call the real secret realm of Kunlun? There are many irregular caves on the cliffs on the left and right. Dayong looked up and saw that there seemed to be a coffin parked in each cave. There were bones scattered under the cave.

The pile is terrifying.

This is the first fight he has lost in his life, so it has been clearly marked deep in his memory. He is too familiar with this place, and fragments of the past are constantly popping up in his mind. Every word of Meihui...every word

The smiles...their flirting, the little quarrels between them, and the love that no one knew...the footage replayed in his mind like a slideshow.

"Shuangye, what are you doing here?" Wushuang stopped. In front of him was a dark cave entrance. At the entrance of the cave, he could clearly see that the Sanhe soil he had cleaned up with a Luoyang shovel a few years ago was still piled up.

Beside.

"Oh, let's go, you are truly worthy of being the leader!!! Your body is like this, why don't you forget to fight? Let's go! My young master only asked me to protect you, but he didn't ask me to accompany you in a fight?

"

Wushuang knelt down and stroked the Sanhetu that faintly smelled of corpse, and squeezed out three words: "Wobaxi...Wobaxi..."

"Ah? This is the legendary underground tomb of King Torgut Khan?"

He recalled everything. Although this trip to the Kunlun Mountains could not heal his eyes and ears, it awakened his past memories, and the memory nerve deep in his brain that had been devoured by the virus was activated again.

"Wobaxi...Obaxi...King Khan...Turgut...Simenggu...Lili...Rat...Nurhachi's Curse...Changbai Mountain..." He kept repeating the key points in these memories.

Sexual words.

"Do you remember? Yes, you are the leader, you are the boss of Beimai Gold Touching Sect, you are the chairman of Manhan Banquet Restaurant, you are Nalanhong's good friend, and our family Yue Fujin, you are all

Do you remember?" Dayong reminded him from the side.

Dayong encouraged him to peel an apple.

Wushuang stared blankly, sitting in the cold snow and biting an apple, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's time for us to go, Master Shuang." Dayong patted Wu Shuang on the shoulder.

Wushuang slowly raised his head and suddenly asked: "Where is Mei...Meixi...?"

These words were spoken much more coherently than before. A happy Dayong quickly replied: "If everything goes well, we can see Mei Xi tomorrow morning. Let's go quickly."

Wushuang tilted his head again, as if he couldn't hear what he said.

Dayong helped Wushuang back to the highway after going into the night. One afternoon passed, and it seemed that not a single car passed by on the highway, and there were no ruts on the ground. Only their off-road vehicle was quietly waiting for its owner to come back and claim it.

He opened the car door and restarted the engine. Suddenly his hand was held by Wushuang. The heartbreaking coldness came again. Dayong was so frightened that he hurriedly pushed Wushuang away.

"Sir, we have to leave. Don't make trouble and just eat your apples."

Wushuang turned back and looked behind the off-road vehicle with empty eyes. There was nothing behind it, only the dim street lights still flickering with indifferent light.

"What's wrong with you?"

Wushuang jumped out of the car, opened the main driver's cab door and pulled Dayong hard. He couldn't hear or see, but he seemed to feel an ominous premonition. Dayong was dragged out of the car crookedly. Wushuang did not.

He didn't run far, but squatted down under the fence on the side of the road.

"My ancestor, what are you doing?"

Before Dayong could finish his words, he suddenly saw a cloud of snow mist stir up in the snowy mountains opposite, and there was a chaotic rumbling sound, as if a team of dozens of people were running towards them. Dayong was extremely silent, and turned around and took out his clothes from behind.

I bought a revolver. The Tibetan area has not been very stable in recent years, and some radical terrorists often cause trouble. When you come to a place like this, you have to carry a weapon, just in case.

But Dayong then thought about it, was the former leader of the gang really deaf and blind? He was also a professional in the special forces. He and Ma Yundong were in the same group. One was a Sanda master, and the other was a gun in the army.

God Dayong has a gun in his hand, and as long as there are bullets, he is a cold-blooded killer who can kill people within a hundred meters without being seen.

I have also participated in the International Scout Competition, but I didn't even realize that the danger was coming just now. How did this stupid deaf and blind man realize it?

The chaotic steps were getting closer and closer, like thousands of troops and horses, like thousands of beasts galloping. The guy at the head emerged from the snow and fog, and it turned out to be a giant wolf about two meters long. The guy glared

With green eyes, he was the first to jump on the front of the off-road vehicle, sniffing it carefully with his nose, followed closely by more than forty wolves. They were said to be wolf cubs, but that was only a relative term. They

All of them are adult wolves.

If Wushuang hadn't pulled him out of the car just now, the consequences would have been disastrous. In the winter on the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, the road was extremely slippery, and the driver started the car very slowly. If he hadn't been pulled out of the car by Wushuang just now, the wolves would have already escaped from the car at this moment.

Then he jumped on the front of the car.

The giant wolf's big claws slapped on the front hood of the car, and its sharp nails actually penetrated the front hood. The hair on Dayong's back grew straight. This giant wolf was all white, and its hair was shining brightly.

Light, let alone live for hundreds of years.

"Damn it, we are in big trouble. A pack of wolves can tear a lion into pieces!" Dayong said to himself, turned around and touched his pocket. Oh no, he only brought a few bullets.

, plus the ones in the gun chamber, even one shot can kill up to twelve wolves.

"Master Shuang, you go first, I'll cover you. If something happens to you, I, Dayong, can't bear it!" Dayong wrote what he wanted to express on the uneven paper shell and handed it to Wushuang.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that the stupid leader was holding his own Tibetan knife, polishing the blade on a stone nearby. The spiked blade of the small Tibetan knife shone with a cold light, blowing through his short hair.
Chapter completed!