All the people they brought went up the mountain and set up a temporary tent at the foot of the mountain. The maid watched Luo Lingyu pacing back and forth anxiously in the snow.

Although her eyes showed anxiety, she remained calm.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from above. Luo Lingyu's heart sank. She hesitated for a while before looking up. She saw the mountain in front of her was filled with white mist. The mist was like a waterfall, surrounding the entire mountain. The maid Lingyu was stunned: "It's like a flash flood... Girl, is this mist?"

Luo Lingyu's face turned pale and she trembled, "No, no, no... it's an avalanche! Avalanche!"

She was shaking, her rationality suddenly disappeared. She didn't care about anything else, she ran to the mountain and shouted: "Lu Yun——"

…

In the battle in the mountains, with the participation of Liu Mu's faction, the situation is favorable to the Southern Kingdom.

Many things in Lu Erlang's dream were different from reality. The ground was covered with blood, the bodies were covered with snow, and the arms holding the sword were numb and could not be lifted...but the number of people in the Northern Army was decreasing.

During the fight, Lu Yun was also injured, but not fatally. The further he went on, the more anxious he became. He didn't know what he was worried about, but he had a hunch: hurry up! The sooner this fight ends, the better. He thought so in his heart and gave so many orders.

When Lu Yun killed another person, no more enemies rushed out from the fog within three steps. He stood calmly on the bloody ground, his arms numb and painful, and suddenly he felt that the world was particularly quiet.

All I heard was the sound of the wind passing by my ears.

The wind blew through his gray, fluttering robes.

Standing in the snow, Lu Saburo suddenly raised his head, tilted his ear, and looked upwards - his face suddenly changed, and he immediately jumped several feet and leaped toward the outer circle. He moved quickly, and veins on his forehead bulged. He couldn't see his companions in the fog, so he could only shout to remind them: "Run! There's an avalanche -!"

…

The cold wind chased them, the snow mist collapsed, and the flood rushed down from the heights for thousands of miles, chasing these people in the mountains.

The snow mist disappeared, thunder roared, and in an instant it was like a thousand horses galloping. It flew down from a height, neither fast nor slow, and stood up like a snow mountain giant, walking into the human world with vigorous steps. The people in the mountains fled in panic, and in its eyes, they were as humble as ants. It waved its big hand casually, and countless lives died at its feet. It lowered its eyes, stretched out its huge palm, and slapped the handsome man.

Lu Yun fell to the ground with a pale face, his mouth and nose covered with snow. The force from behind hit him, and he was immediately engulfed by the heavy snow.

Then everything became clear.

…

In an instant, in a flash, I realized how powerful destiny is and how difficult it is to defy it.

He managed to escape the killing by the enemy army, the persecution by the imperial court, and the fatal blow by the enemy assassin...but he could not have predicted an avalanche.

God wants him to die.

This was his doom.

Chapter 121

The world was completely silent, and then there was a slight "crackling" sound, very subtle, like the sound of snow breaking branches. Lu Yun turned his head suddenly, and the thick fog in the mountains was blown away by the impact, and what followed was a "snow avalanche" that rushed like a snow wave.

Vast and boundless.

Lu Yun roared: "Run separately——"

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and his body was no longer as relaxed as usual. He tensed all his muscles and fled as fast as he could. But the whole mountain was covered by the snow that was rushing down like a flood. The world was extremely quiet and he could only hear his own breathing. Lu Yun jumped and ran in the snow several times. His speed was extremely fast, but it was not as fast as the collapse of the snow mountain.

When the force rushed towards his spine from behind, Lu Yun only had time to lie on the ground and turn his body, raising his sleeves to block his face and chest. His spine escaped and was not broken. But the impact of the rush buried him, and his eyes were covered with a large area of ​​white, and his body was swept into it.

The world spun and I lost consciousness.

…

When he regained consciousness, he was lying on his side, buried under the snow. He was in great pain, numbness all over, and the freezing cold and the danger of air loss all attacked Lu Yun.

There was a dull pain in my chest.

My arms hurt so much from having been held up for so long against the gathering snow that they could barely move.

Lu Yun called out twice: "Is anyone there?"

There was only the sound of his own breathing.

He tried to move, but he couldn't.

Lu Yun closed his eyes, calmed his anxiety and calmed himself down.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that this was his doom. He had calculated everything, but he still lost to heaven and his own arrogance. He had guessed his own doom countless times, but he didn't expect that he would lose to nature in the end. He always thought that if he responded positively, everything would turn around, but things took a turn, and he was still the closest to death.

Lingyu must be so mad at him, right?

If he... Lingyu...

He only thought vaguely for a moment, then forced himself not to think about it anymore. The most important thing right now was to save himself.

Lu Yun had been injured in the fight with the enemy before. He slowly bent his arm to protect the vital parts of his body. Slowly, he put his hand to his lips and bit it lightly. Blood dripped from his fingers. Lu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he stared at the direction of the blood dripping from his fingers in the light of the snow.

Blood dripped on his face.

Make a cold and pure face look charming because of the blood.

Lu Yun, however, relied on the direction of the blood flow on his finger to determine the direction in which the snow was buried from top to bottom. To save himself, he should swim upstream. After determining that direction, he mobilized all his strength to dig a hole in the fluffy snow in that direction. He climbed out little by little, like swimming.

Lu Yun knew he had to hurry.

As time went by, the fluffy snow would gather and harden. By then, he would be exhausted and there would be no air. It would be impossible to dig out the snow that had solidified into hard lumps.

Lu Yun judged that if he couldn't get out and be rescued in half an hour, today would be his death.

…

But this is not a sure death.

There is no situation in the world where you are sure to die. Even if you are in danger of death, God will still give you hope for that life.