Chapter 236: Endless rainstorm (top 50 in the bookworm circle popularity list plus more)

Chapter 236 Endless Rainstorm (Top 50 in Book Friends Circle Hot List)
The Buntu looked silently at the gray robe.
After a long time said: "But it is just to return to a new starting point, never ending."
In the distance, a cube lit up.
"A player has entered the game, and I'm leaving." Tutouren lifted his feet and walked away.
After a few steps, I stopped.
"correct."
It turned its head slightly and looked at the back of the old gray robe.
"I want to remind you that copy 7016 is in debugging, not only because it is too difficult, but also because the reward is too large. If you really let those people get the reward, I am afraid it will affect the balance of the game ... Then, good luck . "
good luck.
I hope you will do what you want, let those people die in the game, otherwise, they will become a doll game ... big trouble.
...
Dull day, cold rain.
The rainstorm hit the body endlessly, cold and painful.
Bai Youwei reluctantly opened her eyes and closed them tightly again. The rain was running down her eyelashes. She wiped them and opened again—
The rain was pouring in front of her, the rain screen blocked her sight, and the sound of the rain blinded her hearing.
She could not see where she was, nor could she hear the voice of her companion.
The wheelchair fell behind her. She propped up her elbows and climbed over little by little. The gravel in the mud made her feel distressed.
Knee hurt.
Her legs have regained consciousness, but they can't be compared with the legs and feet of ordinary people. Although they can barely stand up, they can't walk.
Speaking of a little
metamorphosis, but she really envy Shen Mo's tendon, strong, strong and hard like iron casting! Every time I get close, I can't help but want to touch, pinch ...
Thinking of Shen Mo, she looked around again, but she could see nothing but the endless rainstorm.
Where is Shen Mo?
Bai Youwei gritted her teeth, grabbed the wheel on the wheelchair, dragged him to the front, and stood up.
The rain was too heavy, and the mud was too slippery. She helped her twice and failed to stand up, but fell more embarrassed.
"Damn ..." She bit her lip angrily, supported the wheelchair again, and tried to stand up.
Her legs shook uncontrollably and her knees were tingling and numb. She took a deep breath and tried to stand up straight. She sat on a wheelchair a second before she was powerless and gasped!
The canvas bag and the rabbit were all on the ground, wet and dirty by the rain cement.
But she had no strength to pick it up.
"Hello ..." she called the plush rabbit, "get me the bag back."
The rabbit trembles its ears, walks its two short legs, hugs the shoulder strap of the backpack, and drags it vigorously.
I didn't know how much rain was poured all the way, and finally came to Bai Youwei.
Bai Youwei hangs the canvas bag on the side of the wheelchair, then picks up the rabbit, twists it, the plush rabbit is soaked, and the water splashes out.
"It's still useful for you." She murmured, holding the rabbit in her arms, sliding the wheelchair forward with one hand.
"Shen Mo must be looking for me now."
"The rain is too heavy, I have to find shelter from it as soon as possible ..."
"It's like a ramp, go up. People get lost in the mountains and will go up subconsciously."
"Do you know why? ... because the view from the height is wider."
"And, while walking upwards, it is also narrowing the scope. Rabbit, I will test you, which is the top of the mountain and the foot of the mountain, which area is larger? ... Shen Mo will definitely go to the heights to find me, as long as I walk up a little more ... Will definitely meet him ... "
Bai Youwei talked almost to herself, kept on going up.
However, the ramp is difficult to reach, the more rugged it is.
Her wheelchair stopped and stopped, and finally got stuck in a stone crack, which couldn't be pulled out, and she exerted a lot of effort.
The pouring rain poured on the body, making people dizzy.
Bai Youwei gave up.
She hugged the rabbit and sat quietly in the rain.
I told myself: It's okay, Shen Mo will find me.
I have 8 books, only 3 of them are blocked, and I do n’t know how many will be blocked next ... Maybe the last one will not be left, even the author ’s name will not be searched, if it is true, you know where to go Looking for me?
(End of this chapter)