The Era of Game

83 Gambling

Wan Jingtian didn't know how long he had been fainted.

    I only know that when I wake up, my whole body hurts like a million pieces.

    He panted for a long time before trying to slowly prop up the snow on his back and try to sit up slowly.

    --pain!

    cold!

    Shen!

    But he still pushed the space out a little bit!

    From the outside, a snow pack gradually bulged up on the already calm snowy ground, and then slowly became taller and shattered, and finally a head came out-breathing heavily.

    Fortunately, the snow layer that pressed the body was not as thick as expected.

    Fortunately, he is still alive.

    But if there is a health bar to see, it is estimated that he is already in a state of residual blood.

    Hmm, but there seems to be something else...

    Whoops, it's broken, that uncle!

    Wan Jingtian woke up suddenly and began to dig out the snow under him desperately.

    The snow is hard and his fingers hurt, but he doesn't care about it anymore-because maybe once it gets slow, the uncle will really die below!

    When the uncle was dug out, his body was still stiff, but his face was even more ugly.

    Wan Jingtian patted his uncle's face and asked in his weak voice: "Hey, are you still alive?"

    But the uncle lost consciousness before the avalanche, how can he respond to him now?

    Wan Jingtian checked it-oh my god, that uncle has stopped beating his heart!

    "Did you die?" Wan Jingtian sat down and muttered to himself.

    He laughed at what his previous efforts were for, so desperately running with the uncle, so trying to protect the uncle under his body, and-he raised his red and swollen hands to see-did so many things, but Still let him die?

    His fist slammed into the ice in annoyance-if he had known this end, why on earth did he save him?

    If he knew this was the end, he would still help him. He will change another way and try to see if he can survive.

    why?

    Wan Jingtian looked around, the vast ice field that had calmed down after the avalanche-because there was no one else here! He just cherishes every life that is still alive, or he just hopes that there can be someone who is also alive, talking to himself and telling himself what is going on here; or just relying on himself to prove that he is alive!

    At this time, a misty voice rang in his ear: "Is your blood still hot?"

    "What?" The voice was a bit familiar, but Wan Jingtian couldn't remember it for a while, let alone what the owner of the voice was saying.

    The voice sounded again: "He has just died, and it is too late for you to save him. But your whole body is cold, and only blood is still warm."

    "What the hell do you mean? Can he survive? What should I do?" Wan Jingtian asked anxiously.

    "Feed him your blood, he might be able to wake up; but you were originally injured, if you lose blood in this ice and snow, you may die because of it," the voice said.

    "Did you die...but maybe not?" Wan Jingtian said, already picking up a piece of ice, cutting his wrist without hesitation, and blood gushing out instantly.

    He raised his head and glanced at the clear sky, then put his wrist on the uncle's mouth, letting the bright red blood slowly flow into the uncle's mouth.

    "I bet I won't die here," Wan Jingtian said with pale lips, "I bet you will save me."

    His voice is weak, but he believes that even if it is, the owner of that voice will hear it and save him.

    Although he still did not remember who the familiar voice belonged to.

    After experiencing the cold, avalanche, and blood loss, Wan Jingtian smiled evilly just before fainting.

    He guessed that he probably won the bet between life and death, right?

    Because sometimes, a dead end is a life.

    This is the truth he has realized after fighting against Chen Qingzhi several times.

    He did not give up the unfamiliar uncle who had fainted and went to a safer place to take refuge alone. He used his body to protect the uncle's mouth and nose at the moment of the avalanche, and he saved people with blood when he was seriously injured...

    If the previous actions were all out of his intentions, then when the wrists were cut and bloodletted, it was definitely a gamble.

    He bet that he would not die, because if he didn't bet, it would be death-how could he still survive the ice field with no boundary in sight while dragging his back injured by the avalanche and wearing thin clothes?

    When the voice sounded, he knew that someone was betting with him.

    He bet that the speaker will save him, otherwise what's the point of the dead end again?

    So he chose to bleed and kept on...until his eyes went dark and he passed out again.

    ...

    "Well, you won't die here." Yui whispered.

    She put away the light blue ice net, Wan Jingtian reappeared in the Flint Room where he disappeared before, fainting in the ice field, with a red blood scab on her left wrist, under her body. He pressed a long sword with a white green handle. A red blood light flashed on the sword body, and the blood light melted into the sword. The whole sword looked red and transparent, but the red color disappeared in an instant. The blade returned to its original silvery white color.

    Yui picked up the sword and stroked it lightly, full of emotions. She whispered: "I'm sorry, but if I don't do this, you won't survive for a year." Her tears fell on the sword, causing a slight crisp sound, and the shiny surface of the sword seemed to have ripples on the water. There is usually a burst of rhyme.

    Yui took a blue scabbard and closed it on the sword. It seems to have closed hope inside and left despair outside.

    ...

    When Wan Jingtian woke up, Yui was still weaving the net silently, just like when he first saw Yui. In Wan Jingtian's arms, he was holding a long sword with green sheath.

    Yui did not raise her head, her eyes were always at Ji Zuo, she said: "The person who can redeem the Qingyuan Sword in the adult's prophecy, maybe it is you?"

    "Me?" Wan Jingtian pointed at himself, looking confused, "Then what should I do to save you?"

    "I don't know." Yui said, "but you have to live first, and you have to take the Qingyuan sword out."

    "Qingyuan sword?" Wan Jingtian took out the cyan long sword in his arms and asked, "Is this the legendary Qingyuan sword?"

    Yui nodded: "Yes, it's what you have in your hands." She solemnly confessed: "The re-birth of the Qingyuan Sword will definitely cause an uproar. Please, before it becomes truly powerful, don't wake it up, let alone take it. Give it to others, otherwise, if you fall into the wrong hands, the consequences will be disastrous."

    "Then how do you know that I am not a'bad guy'?" Wan Jingtian smiled badly at Yui.

    Yui lowered her head and was silent for a short time. Then she raised her head firmly and said: "I have seen the pure side of your mind, so I am willing to choose to trust you."