Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

If the blizzard is a beast, the razor can subdue it; if the blizzard is a man, the razor can kill him; if the blizzard is a wall, the razor can break it.

But snow is snow.

No matter how sharp the two knives are, they can't cut through the north wind and the snow field.

Netway was in a half-asleep state, and she occasionally spoke a few words to Razor, and then passed out again immediately.Her body temperature fluctuates from cold to hot. When it is hot, it is as hot as fire, and when it is cold, it is colder than the snow outside.This is by no means a good sign, thought Razor.

They stayed up like this all night, and Natway kept moaning in pain, and Razor didn't sleep all night.The next day, the wind and snow stopped for a while, and the entrance of the cave was almost blocked by snow.Razor ordered the people to clear the snow outside, and then boil the snow into water to drink.At noon, Netway woke up again, this time her spirit was much better.She ate something, drank water, and walked around the cave a few times.But soon she lost her strength, and she said to the razor: "It's the most critical moment, I will wake up for the last time tonight, after that..." She touched her left breast, "I may sleep forever .”

Razor said, "If you hold on for a few more days, I'll go find the herbs right away." After saying this, he glanced outside at the blizzard—damn snow.

"It's useless, Nat, I know my own affairs. Now, spend more time with me." She leaned on the stone wall and opened her arms towards the razor, "Come here, Nat."

Looking at her movements, Razor felt like a child in his mother's arms at this moment, which made him very ashamed.But his heart was filled with sadness at the thought that Netaway's days might be numbered.So he walked over and hugged the woman.Natwig was taller and had longer arms than he, and she held the razor as if she were a child.

"Nat, how old are you?" she asked suddenly.

"Seventeen," said Razor.

"You said in the temple that you were over 20!" Netway exclaimed.

"That's a lie. I don't want the enemy to think I'm a child." Razor's face was pressed against her chest, and Netwig's warmth made him feel very comfortable.Fatigue set in.

Knightway was silent for a moment, then said, "But I'm already 25 years old."

"Then what's the matter?" His eyes were half closed, and the whistling sound of the wind and snow seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

"I'm so old." She smiled wryly, "I'm eight years older than you, and ordinary girls should get married when they are fifteen or six. I'm already 25..."

"I hate ignorant little girls." After saying this, a blurred face flashed in his mind.He tried not to think about it.

Netway put her hand along his neckline, stroking his body.Her hands were warm, too, and Netway's whole body was surprisingly hot at the moment.Razor asked her, "Why?"

"Touch you." She answered truthfully.

"You bitch," said Razor, "I'll cut off your hand if you touch me any more."

"You can touch me too," said Knightway.

"I don't have hands."

"You can use other parts, I don't mind."

Razor didn't speak, he rubbed gently in her arms, and became more sleepy.

"If I survive tomorrow, we'll have sex in the snow after that - I'm going to suck a 17-year-old boy," Nightwee murmured.

"Shut up, bitch, I'm going to kill you and bury you in the snow." Razor whispered as he lay in her arms.

After saying this, he fell asleep in Netway's arms.When he woke up again, he felt sore in his shoulders and back, and his face felt very cold.He subconsciously hugged Netwig tightly, but felt as if he was hugging a cold corpse.

He was so frightened that he lost consciousness.

Different from the previous feeling, he would also be afraid in the face of the fierce god, but it was the awe of battle, which would give him strength; but this time it was a kind of hopeless fear—he felt powerless against his desperate fate.It's like falling into an endless abyss, and you can't grasp anything with your hands; it's like falling into the sea, surrounded by dark water...

All that remained in his head was the voice of prayer: Please!Don't tell me it's true!

It took Razor a long time to remember how to control his hands and feet, he hurriedly got up, and used half of his right arm to snipe at Manatewei's breath.

No more.

No, she might just be breathing too weakly, and Razor was talking self-deception in his heart.Then he went to feel Netway's heartbeat and pulse, but everything was so cold that she had no vital signs on her body.

What else can I do?What else can I do?His eyes widened, his eyes unconsciously lost focus.

There should be no other way.

I can't save a dead man -- any more than I can put a bandage back on little Violet's head.

I have lost her.

The snow is still falling, and the snow is almost up to the thigh.There are too many people in the cave, the air is dirty, and there are people moaning in pain.All this troubled Razor, and he thought: I cannot keep her here.

So he picked up Netwig.

His servant stopped him and said, "My lord, what are you going to do?"

"I want to take her away!"

The servant looked at Netway and said in a low voice, "She...has she already..."

Razor ignored him and continued toward the opening.The wind and snow were howling, and the icy wind seemed to be waving at him.The icy blood in Razor seemed to guide him.

"Where are you going with such heavy snow?" The servant stopped him again.

Yes, where am I going?Razor didn't know either, but he was leaving.He's had enough, enough of it all, this world, this fate, and this disgusting cave...

He chopped it down with a knife, and there was a fierce scar on the rock wall behind the man. "Get out of my way!" he snarled like a wounded animal.

No one dared to stop him, and he left the cave with Netway's body.

The white giant laughed at him, and Fengxue turned into a wild beast and a monster in his eyes, devouring his soul.Under the biting cold wind, the clothes are like thin ice flakes stuck to the body, and the boots are like ice lumps frozen on the feet.

The snow blocked him, the cold wind pushed him, and the harsh winter imprisoned him like a cage, imprisoning his fate.

This is a good place to bury the bones, he thought, so good that there is no need to dig a hole or cover it with soil.

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Razor doesn't believe in fate, nine

Razor doesn't believe in fate, eight

A violent snowstorm shut them up in a cave.The snow was bigger than last time, even Razor dared not go out in the snow.

The snow may keep falling, thought Razor, if there is not enough firewood, I will burn the luggage; if there is not enough food, I will eat people.

She and I must live, he thought selfishly, fuck you, no one wants to kill us!Don't even think about it!

He glared at the heavy snow in the sky, and even his phantom limbs were clasped tightly.He imagined the white demon as an enemy and wanted to tear him apart.

If the blizzard is a beast, the razor can subdue it; if the blizzard is a man, the razor can kill him; if the blizzard is a wall, the razor can break it.

But snow is snow.

No matter how sharp the two knives are, they can't cut through the north wind and the snow field.

Netway was in a half-asleep state, and she occasionally spoke a few words to Razor, and then passed out again immediately.Her body temperature fluctuates from cold to hot. When it is hot, it is as hot as fire, and when it is cold, it is colder than the snow outside.This is by no means a good sign, thought Razor.

They stayed up like this all night, and Natway kept moaning in pain, and Razor didn't sleep all night.The next day, the wind and snow stopped for a while, and the entrance of the cave was almost blocked by snow.Razor ordered the people to clear the snow outside, and then boil the snow into water to drink.At noon, Netway woke up again, this time her spirit was much better.She ate something, drank water, and walked around the cave a few times.But soon she lost her strength, and she said to the razor: "It's the most critical moment, I will wake up for the last time tonight, after that..." She touched her left breast, "I may sleep forever .”

Razor said, "If you hold on for a few more days, I'll go find the herbs right away." After saying this, he glanced outside at the blizzard—damn snow.

"It's useless, Nat, I know my own affairs. Now, spend more time with me." She leaned on the stone wall and opened her arms towards the razor, "Come here, Nat."

Looking at her movements, Razor felt like a child in his mother's arms at this moment, which made him very ashamed.But his heart was filled with sadness at the thought that Netaway's days might be numbered.So he walked over and hugged the woman.Natwig was taller and had longer arms than he, and she held the razor as if she were a child.

"Nat, how old are you?" she asked suddenly.

"Seventeen," said Razor.

"You said in the temple that you were over 20!" Netway exclaimed.

"That's a lie. I don't want the enemy to think I'm a child." Razor's face was pressed against her chest, and Netwig's warmth made him feel very comfortable.Fatigue set in.

Knightway was silent for a moment, then said, "But I'm already 25 years old."

"Then what's the matter?" His eyes were half closed, and the whistling sound of the wind and snow seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

"I'm so old." She smiled wryly, "I'm eight years older than you, and ordinary girls should get married when they are fifteen or six. I'm already 25..."

"I hate ignorant little girls." After saying this, a blurred face flashed in his mind.He tried not to think about it.

Netway put her hand along his neckline, stroking his body.Her hands were warm, too, and Netway's whole body was surprisingly hot at the moment.Razor asked her, "Why?"

"Touch you." She answered truthfully.

"You bitch," said Razor, "I'll cut off your hand if you touch me any more."

"You can touch me too," said Knightway.

"I don't have hands."

"You can use other parts, I don't mind."

Razor didn't speak, he rubbed gently in her arms, and became more sleepy.

"If I survive tomorrow, we'll have sex in the snow after that - I'm going to suck a 17-year-old boy," Nightwee murmured.

"Shut up, bitch, I'm going to kill you and bury you in the snow." Razor whispered as he lay in her arms.

After saying this, he fell asleep in Netway's arms.When he woke up again, he felt sore in his shoulders and back, and his face felt very cold.He subconsciously hugged Netwig tightly, but felt as if he was hugging a cold corpse.

He was so frightened that he lost consciousness.

Different from the previous feeling, he would also be afraid in the face of the fierce god, but it was the awe of battle, which would give him strength; but this time it was a kind of hopeless fear—he felt powerless against his desperate fate.It's like falling into an endless abyss, and you can't grasp anything with your hands; it's like falling into the sea, surrounded by dark water...

All that remained in his head was the voice of prayer: Please!Don't tell me it's true!

It took Razor a long time to remember how to control his hands and feet, he hurriedly got up, and used half of his right arm to snipe at Manatewei's breath.

No more.

No, she might just be breathing too weakly, and Razor was talking self-deception in his heart.Then he went to feel Netway's heartbeat and pulse, but everything was so cold that she had no vital signs on her body.

What else can I do?What else can I do?His eyes widened, his eyes unconsciously lost focus.

There should be no other way.

I can't save a dead man -- any more than I can put a bandage back on little Violet's head.

I have lost her.

The snow is still falling, and the snow is almost up to the thigh.There are too many people in the cave, the air is dirty, and there are people moaning in pain.All this troubled Razor, and he thought: I cannot keep her here.

So he picked up Netwig.

His servant stopped him and said, "My lord, what are you going to do?"

"I want to take her away!"

The servant looked at Netway and said in a low voice, "She...has she already..."

Razor ignored him and continued toward the opening.The wind and snow were howling, and the icy wind seemed to be waving at him.The icy blood in Razor seemed to guide him.

"Where are you going with such heavy snow?" The servant stopped him again.

Yes, where am I going?Razor didn't know either, but he was leaving.He's had enough, enough of it all, this world, this fate, and this disgusting cave...

He chopped it down with a knife, and there was a fierce scar on the rock wall behind the man. "Get out of my way!" he snarled like a wounded animal.

No one dared to stop him, and he left the cave with Netway's body.

The white giant laughed at him, and Fengxue turned into a wild beast and a monster in his eyes, devouring his soul.Under the biting cold wind, the clothes are like thin ice flakes stuck to the body, and the boots are like ice lumps frozen on the feet.

The snow blocked him, the cold wind pushed him, and the harsh winter imprisoned him like a cage, imprisoning his fate.

This is a good place to bury the bones, he thought, so good that there is no need to dig a hole or cover it with soil.

Author's message:

Double update today, pigeon tomorrow.

Chapter 26: Hyacinth and the Bard, a

Chapter 26: Hyacinth and the Bard, a

Merry town also began to snow.

The name of Merry Town is very interesting. The men said it was named because there were too many prostitutes here, and the women said it was because the king once had a good night here. The old man was more willing to talk about ancient legends: there was a man named Mensen He gave up his title in order to pursue the daughter of a serf, and eloped here with the girl.Later he became the owner of the town. He led the people here to resist the bandits and survive the famine. To commemorate him, the town was named like this.

Hyacinth is more willing to believe the third story, she believes that the serf's daughter can also have love with the nobleman. A 16-year-old girl is willing to hear the story of the prince elope with the girl.

At this moment, she is sitting on the stairs of the cathedral, catching light snowflakes with her hands.Snowflakes fell on her hands like flying elves, a little cold but not too cold.The early morning sun was very gentle, and she couldn't help but feel comfortable watching the crystal snow melt in her palm.

Fengliu Town is located in the south, facing the Hessen Valley in the north, and a few days further south is the Ivory City.People here have never seen snow, and they feel strange.The young people wore thin clothes to build snowmen and threw snowballs at each other, and soon their faces were flushed with cold; while the old man sighed with worry on his face. Yesterday Hyacinth saw an old man sitting under the wall smoking, while smoking While saying: "This year, many people will freeze to death."

Eight Finger Jon's motorcade has been parked in this town for three days, which is very rare, they would not stay anywhere for more than three days before.The captains of the team have been in meetings for the past few days, and their quarrels can be heard even in the evening.Jax the merchant, Jon the Eight Fingers and Adora, they seem to disagree.Some people want to detour, some people want to climb mountains, and some people want to go through the woods.