Chapter 78: The double torture of the spirit and the body 1
Besides, with such bad weather, we don’t know how long the heavy snow will continue to fall.
Mo Xiaohuan has never seen such weather in modern times.
She has been living in an inland city, and even if she travels to a snow-covered city, she will have convenient transportation.
And in this time and space, if there is a heavy snowfall and the mountains are blocked, then the few strands of life on the mountains that survive will be very small.
Not to mention her, a seriously injured person
The food left by the hunters in the thatched hut was limited. Mo Xiaohuan asked Xiao Tao to pack some dried meat, and then took a short rest. When the wind and snow subsided a little, he decisively walked out of the thatched hut.
The two of them trudged halfway up the mountain, but the weather, which seemed to be getting better, changed again.
Endless snowflakes fall from the gloomy sky
Snowflakes had already fallen into Mo Xiaohuan's shoes, melted into water, and then froze into ice. The ice wrapped her feet
Xiao Tao's situation doesn't seem to be much better.
Mo Xiaohuan gave Xiaotao a pair of kneepads left by Orion in the thatched hut, while she struggled to open her legs and walk forward in the deep snow.
The road down the mountain is getting steeper
Mo Xiaohuan pulled Xiao Tao and walked faster and faster. In the end, she was almost running forward.
If one person is unstable, the two of them may roll down the col like a snowball.
Her feet and legs were numb from the cold, and the wounds on her body seemed to have burst open. What supported Mo Xiaohuan's progress was her strong will.
Xiao Tao behind her seemed to notice something was wrong, and quickly tightened her grip on Mo Xiaohuan: "Miss, you're bleeding again, take a break."
"Xiao Tao, we can't rest." Mo Xiaohuan's face was pale and frozen.
The breath she exhaled was quickly condensed into small ice beads by the cold air. The hot breath she exhaled condensed into a piece of white frost on her eyelashes and hair.
Mo Xiaohuan was just using her willpower to support herself. She knew that they couldn't stop, let alone rest.
Once the two of them stop, the cold will become their biggest enemy and attack them
And once they have the idea of resting, they will soon be overwhelmed by fatigue and drowned by the heavy snow.
Mo Xiaohuan pulled Xiao Tao forward and walked on the snow behind her. Drops of dazzling bright red fell down.
"Miss, stop." Xiao Tao was so distressed that she was about to cry. She supported Mo Xiaohuan's shaky body.
If something happens to Mo Xiaohuan, Xiao Tao will regret it for the rest of her life.
"Miss, Xiao Tao would rather be caught by the prince than see you suffer like this," Xiao Tao cried.
Mo Xiaohuan helplessly gave a wry smile: "Xiao Tao, we are only suffering some physical pain now. If we continue to stay in the palace, what awaits us will not only be physical pain, but also mental and physical torture."
Yu Beiming has already made his purpose clear. He treats himself as nothing more than a plaything.
And the child he once wanted was a prop to increase her suffering.
If he really gives birth to a child, then she can only become a doll that he can enslave at will, and she will never have the chance to turn over again.
"Then I will support you." Xiao Tao wiped away her tears, pulled Mo Xiaohuan's arm over her shoulder, and helped Mo Xiaohuan move forward step by step.
Mo Xiaohuan's heart felt sour and unbearable for a moment. She felt exhausted and weak, but she could only rely on Xiao Tao's help to stabilize her body and continue walking forward.