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Chapter 195 The Great Skiing Adventure

The three followed the faint wisp of smoke, trudging through the wind and snow with great difficulty.

Finally, we arrived at the edge of a steep cliff.

The cliff face is almost vertical, with a deep canyon hundreds of meters below.

However, on the other side of the cliff, a huge snow slope covered with snow, with a smooth and flowing inverse proportional function curve, is like a natural slide, winding down to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

At the end of the snow slope, bordering the dark blue sea, lies a small town where lights still twinkle amidst the blizzard.

The town is not large, but it is well-planned and has complete facilities.

You can see rows of retro streetlights emitting a warm yellow glow, and small buildings with a blend of Japanese and Western styles are scattered in a pleasing manner. You can even make out the sign of a luxury hotel chain and the distinctive red "KFC" logo.

"Phew, Alan thought we'd traveled back to ancient Hokkaido," Lan Xinlan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank you, KFC.

Jiang Ling, her entire body ablaze with intense heat, said, "You should first walk along the snow slope to the hotel in town and book a room to rest."

"I will meet you in about half an hour."

The Demon Soul was spinning—in half an hour, the flames of over a thousand degrees would no longer be able to break through his defenses.

Song Ruyu glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, and simply nodded: "Okay!"

Although Lan Xinlan was a little worried and reluctant, she knew that staying in the freezing cold would only hold them back, so she obediently replied, "Then Ah Ling, hurry up and come, we'll be waiting for you."

So, Song Ruyu went ahead to scout the way, while Lan Xinlan wrapped herself tightly in Jiang Ling's large coat and followed behind her, her steps uneven.

The two began to carefully move down the steep, slippery snow slope.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the accident happened.

"ah--!"

Lan Xinlan slipped and stepped on a hidden piece of dark ice.

Losing his balance, he screamed and fell backward, landing hard on his backside, sliding a short distance down the snow slope.

"Alan!"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Ruyu immediately turned around, rushed back in a few strides, and knelt down to support her. "Are you alright? Where did you fall?"

"N-nothing...it's just that my butt hurts a little..."

Lan Xinlan, tears welling in her eyes from the pain, struggled to her feet with Song Ruyu's help. She looked at her feet with lingering fear, "This snow... there's ice underneath, it's so slippery!"

Her gaze fell on Song Ruyu's hand, which was supporting her.

Those hands were only wearing a pair of very thin, black, fingerless tactical gloves, and the knuckles were even red from the cold.

"that……"

Lan Xinlan hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Aren't you...cold? Your hands are all red...How about I share one of my gloves with you? It might be a little big though..."

As she spoke, she reached to take off the pair of thicker, warm gloves that Jiang Ling had given her.

"Need not."

Song Ruyu immediately stopped her, her tone calm but with a barely perceptible gentleness:

"Put it on yourself. I've practiced some martial arts, so my blood circulation is faster than average and I'm more resistant to cold. It won't be a problem."

Lan Xinlan was about to say something when the ground beneath her feet suddenly began to shake violently without warning!

"Not good!" Song Ruyu's expression changed drastically.

Her keen martial arts intuition allowed her to instantly determine the source and nature of the tremor!

This vibration is...

avalanche!

She suddenly looked up at the mountainside high above.

All that could be seen above the once tranquil snow line was now visible.

Suddenly, a thick white snow fog rose up, blotting out the sky, like a roaring white beast, cascading, rolling, and rushing down the steep mountainside with overwhelming force!

Almost simultaneously.

From the trees and rock crevices on both sides of the snow slope, countless birds took flight in panic, while beasts roared and fled desperately down the mountain!

Faced with the destructive power of nature, all living beings are left with only the most primal instinct for survival.

"Holy crap, it's a snow leopard!"

Lan Xinlan also subconsciously turned around to look.

Just then, a large, beautifully patterned snow leopard darted out of a snowdrift to the side, like a startled cat, scratching at the snow with its four paws and scrambling and rolling as it frantically fled down the mountain at an astonishing speed.

Where is even a trace of the majesty of the king of the snow-capped mountains?

"Stop spacing out! Run!"

Song Ruyu made a quick decision, knowing that Lan Xinlan's speed would definitely not be able to escape the avalanche's pursuit.

She gave a low shout, lowered her body, slipped her arm under Lan Xinlan's knees, supported her back with her other hand, and used her waist and abdomen to lift the petite Lan Xinlan onto her shoulder as if carrying a sack of rice!

"ah!"

Lan Xinlan only had time to let out a short gasp.

He felt dizzy and disoriented, but Song Ruyu held him firmly.

Song Ruyu carried a person on her back, yet pushed her speed to the limit.

Her eyes flashed like lightning as she rapidly scanned the terrain ahead.

The avalanche was so widespread that lateral escape was virtually impossible.

The only way out is the concrete snow barrier at the foot of the mountain, which is used to intercept small avalanches!

As long as we can get over that dam before the snow waves catch up, we'll have a chance to survive!

"Damn it... If only Jiang Ling were here," Song Ruyu gritted her teeth and ran as fast as she could.

Unfortunately, the signal is blocked here, so he can't make a phone call. If he were here, he could use time-stop to get out of the avalanche zone, instead of becoming an incompetent husband like she did with her time rewind...

The distant cliffs are the source of the avalanche.

Jiang Ling carried Ms. Honda R as they sped across the snow, her eyes fixed on two figures in the distance. If they fell, time stop would activate immediately. Now, the classic scene of best friends saving best friends was about to begin.

And so, a great skiing adventure began.

Song Ruyu carried Lan Xinlan, completely abandoning the inefficient method of running on the soft snow.

Like a nimble mountain gazelle, she deliberately chose to land on the huge rocks exposed on the snow.

Each leap was precise and powerful, using the rebound force of the rocks to propel his body forward a great distance like an arrow.

Even on gentle snow slopes where suitable rocks could not be found, the roar of an avalanche grew ever closer.

In a moment of desperation, Song Ruyu spotted the snow leopard desperately fleeing ahead, calculated the distance and timing, and gently tapped the back of the snow leopard's broad head with her toe!

"Awooo!" The snow leopard stumbled from being stepped on, glanced back in alarm, and ran even faster.

Using this momentum, Song Ruyu leaped several meters further, landing on the back of a panicked snow wolf ahead, using it for leverage once more...

And so, she carried Alan while stepping on the foreheads of snow leopards, snow wolves, hares, and even brown bears. She truly deserves to be called a martial arts master, and her skill in light footwork is also very strong. It's just that the animal friends who were stepped on suffered.

Already panicked and disoriented, the stepping on him made him even more disoriented, slowing his pace slightly.

He was then mercilessly swallowed up by the white Grim Reaper rolling in from behind.

However, in the face of disaster, human rights always take precedence over animal rights.

Three minutes later.

Two figures rushed over the not-so-tall concrete snow barrier like cannonballs.

Song Ruyu dared not stop for a moment, carrying Lan Xinlan and continuing to run at full speed toward the town until she reached the edge of the town and hid on the leeward side of a giant rock the size of a house.

Her legs went weak, and she gently put Lan Xinlan down.

He leaned against the rock, panting heavily, the cold air stinging his lungs as he inhaled it.

Lan Xinlan was also still in shock, her face pale, and she nestled beside Song Ruyu, panting heavily.

The two looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the relief of surviving a disaster, as well as an indescribable tacit understanding and closeness that came from sharing a life-or-death experience.

They all smiled in unison, a smile that was tired yet genuine and relaxed.

"Phew... Phew... Thank you so much."

Lan Xinlan's voice was still trembling slightly, and her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat, making her look somewhat disheveled, but her eyes were bright: "If it weren't for you... Alan would definitely be gone today... To be honest, Alan thinks you remind her of her..."

"Hmm?" Song Ruyu's heart tightened.

"It's my former...best friend."

Lan Xinlan's gaze drifted away as she reminisced: "Once, when we went to Guangzhou, we accidentally wandered into a place that looked like a brawl was about to break out. There were dozens of thugs with sticks. She did the same thing back then; without saying a word, she picked me up and ran, running as fast as she could..."

Song Ruyu: ...

Of course she remembers.

That wasn't some gang fight scene; we just accidentally stumbled upon a film set of a "Young and Dangerous" movie. Who knew the director wouldn't close the road while filming?

Those thugs were all extras.

At that time, his kung fu skills were not yet up to par, and he was outnumbered. His first reaction was to pick up the terrified Alan and run away.

Later, only the naive Alan continued to believe it.

On the large rock behind them, Jiang Ling, carrying Ms. Honda R, murmured, "If we do this a few more times, maybe their relationship will be repaired?"

To be honest, he really wanted to try it... with his best friend, cough cough.

He stopped there and didn't go any further.

After resting for a while, Alan and Song Ruyu headed towards the town and soon arrived.

The streets of the small town were deserted in the snowy night, eerily quiet.

The retro streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, illuminating the snow-covered streets.

A few old-looking snowmobiles and sleds were parked scattered along the roadside, and some signs advertised tourist services such as "snowmobile rental" and "tour guides".

But at this time, all doors and windows were tightly closed.

They quickly found the hotel chain.

Pushing open the heavy glass door, a warm breeze mixed with a faint fragrance wafted out, causing the two, who were almost frozen, to shiver involuntarily.

The front desk was large, but only an elderly woman with gray hair and a kind face sat there.

She was wearing reading glasses and slowly knitting under the lamp.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, a kind smile on her face:

"Hello, welcome. It's so late, and it's snowing heavily. Are you here for a stay? What services do you need?"

"Yes, please give us one..."

Song Ruyu started speaking habitually, but suddenly remembered the situation halfway through and immediately corrected herself, "Oh no, it's two rooms, thank you."

The old woman shook her head: "I'm sorry, there's only one single room left. You two little ones will have to squeeze in."

"This..." Song Ruyu wanted to say that there was another fire-type man who would be living with them.

Besides, he and Alan are probably going to be very affectionate at night, so how could I disturb them?

"It's okay, Alan can sleep in the closet..." Lan Xinlan whispered, "You and him... uh... uh..."

Lan Xinlan got stuck.

I almost blurted out the ridiculous statement, "You and he sleep in the same bed"—Alan has already sworn he won't be the victim again!

Letting his female colleague sleep with him... I absolutely refuse to do that!

"Um... are there really no more rooms available?"

The old woman shook her head: "It's really gone."

When Song Ruyu heard Lan Xinlan say "sleep in the closet," she felt a pang of inexplicable pain in her heart.

She remembered that Alan had once said that she often hid alone in the closet when she was a child.

Looking at Alan's pale face, she made up her mind and said, "One room it is. I'll sleep on the floor or in the closet."

She thought that when Jiang Ling arrived, she would find an excuse to go out and "keep watch" or think of another way.

Lan Xinlan's face flushed even more. She secretly tugged at Song Ruyu's sleeve, her voice barely audible, tinged with embarrassment: "Um... I... I don't know if A-Ling will... want me... I... I usually don't know how to refuse him... that kind of thing... um..."

The implication was, "Do you really want to eavesdrop on me and Jiang Ling's private conversations?" It was the kind of pain you feel listening to others being all lovey-dovey.

Alan knows best.

As for why Alan knows best, well, that's none of your business...

"Please show me your ferry tickets," the old woman said with a smile. "We in Wakkanai are very friendly to all tourists."

"Ferry tickets?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads. "We didn't come by ferry...we came by...other means. Can't we stay at a hotel without tickets?"

The old woman's smile froze almost imperceptibly for a moment, and a chilling glint flashed deep in her eyes, but it was so fleeting that one might mistake it for an illusion.

She quickly regained her kind demeanor and waved her hand, "It's alright, it's alright. Special times call for special measures. Here's your room key, room 306. If you need anything, just press the call bell in the room, and I'll do my best to help."

She handed Song Ruyu an old-fashioned brass key and added, "By the way, due to the recent solar storm and extreme weather, all wireless communication signals on the island have been cut off, and we can only use the hotel's landline phones. This may last for several days, so please bear with us. We are temporarily cut off from the outside world."

"Okay, thank you, Grandma." Song Ruyu took the key, thanked her, and then walked towards the stairs with Lan Xinlan.

The two figures disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The smile on the kind old lady's face at the front desk vanished instantly.

She expressionlessly picked up the receiver of the old-fashioned landline phone under the counter and dialed a short number.

"Feed?"

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency, I understand..."

She hung up the phone, her aged fingers tapping rhythmically on the counter. The dim light elongated her hunched figure, casting it on the wall like a ghost.

……

After half an hour.

The Honda R automatically refilled its tank.

Jiang Ling has also completely adapted to the temperature of the flames.

He arrived at the hotel and released his Observation Haki, quickly finding their room. However, he sensed that time was rewinding, and their presence had become extremely weak.

【Zawarudo——】

Jiang Ling's heart tightened, and she immediately activated time stop.

Instead of using the main entrance, he moved silently like a bat in the night, climbing up the hotel's exterior wall and quickly scaling the unlocked balcony of room 306.

The lights were off, the fireplace was cold, and the room was dark. Lying on the floor were a dazed Alan and Song Ruyu, who was constantly rewinding time.

"Hmm?" Jiang Ling frowned and quickly stepped forward. "Ruyu, what's wrong?"

I felt a familiar scent and touch.

Song Ruyu's tightly closed eyelashes trembled a few times, as if she had used up her last bit of strength to forcibly stop the fluctuations of time-related abilities within her body.

She struggled to open one eye and glanced at Jiang Ling. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

His body went limp, and he lost consciousness completely.

clang--

The Demon Soul circled around again, sniffed the air, and made a judgment:

"Someone has released poison into the air... Why would they release poison into 'tourists'? Have they already discovered us?"

"However, this level of poison... is no longer effective against me."

Jiang Ling walked to Lan Xinlan's side, knelt on one knee, and gently helped her up to lean against his chest.

The little blue-haired girl's face was cold, and her breathing was weak.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her bloodless lips.

A warm breath entered her mouth, and at the same time, he controlled his saliva, slowly sending it into her mouth.

The substance, brimming with vitality, acted like the most effective antidote, rapidly dissolving within her body and neutralizing and dispelling the toxins that were eroding her nerves.

"Mmm..." Lan Xinlan let out a soft moan as her icy body began to warm up, and her furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He walked over to Ruyu, helped her up, and kissed her.

Just then—

"Well……"

On the other side, Lan Xinlan rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly opened them.

My mind is still a little foggy, and my vision is blurry.

She instinctively looked for Jiang Ling, and then...

She saw it.

The room was dimly lit.

Ah Ling, whom she deeply loved, was holding Ah Yu in an extremely intimate posture, lowering his head and kissing Ah Yu's lips deeply.

Ayu's hand was even resting on his belt.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Lan Xinlan's eyes slowly widened, her pupils reflecting the scene that made her heart stop.

All the drowsiness and confusion vanished instantly, as if doused with ice water.

Instead, there was only a blank and bewildered feeling.

Then, a wave of sadness washed over me, cold and biting.

"Huh...?"

"Huh? Huh!?"

"Huh—!?!"

An overwhelming sense of grief and betrayal gripped her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She staggered back a step, her back hitting the cold wall, and her body slid down softly.

"So... you two, who claimed to be colleagues, were actually having an affair all along?"

"Waaaaah... No, no, no—!"

"Why...why...did you let Alan see all this?"

"Waaaaah..."

PS: This is a combined two-part bonus chapter for the author "Flying Trash Chen Yidao".

If there's no inspiration, Alan will just have to suffer.