Cultural catastrophe: It started when I fell in love

"The skull hurts... Master...... Is there water? Master? ... Master?

Wu Xia held his head and struggled to sit up.

"It's... Where?".

Shaking his head, trying to recall the image in his mind, the last thing he stayed at.

He vaguely remembered that he had fallen out of love last night.

At the enthusiastic barbecue uncle, singing with tears, he blew three bottles of Jiang Xiaobai and two bottles of snowflakes - brave the world....

said that he was brave enough to go to the end of the world, but he just wanted to go home after drinking.

So he stopped a taxi and gave the driver 5,000 yuan.

Let him drive him directly back to Zhejiang Province, 1,700 kilometers away.

"What's the matter, aren't you going home?"

Wu Xia was stunned and looked at the grass with dewdrops under him.

Last night's drizzle, the smell of freshly turned earth in the air, mixed with an unpleasant smell of burning.

Looking at the gray sky again, I couldn't tell if it was morning or afternoon.

"What am I doing, is this to see that I drank too much and threw me directly on the side of the road? Or is it the side of the highway?

Wu Xia, who came back to his senses, got up "poof".

"Wow, I'm making this money too well, right? No, you have to complain about this taxi driver, you have to complain!

Wu Xia took out his newly bought guochan-p40 mobile phone.

"Huh? Out of power?

"What about three days of standby?" It's only been a day and the power has run out? "

Unscrupulous manufacturers! Definitely an unscrupulous manufacturer! He

swore and climbed onto the side of the highway.

Stand on the side of the highway and look up.

A green-skinned taxi was parked not far away, as if it was the one he was in when he came.

There were two private cars parked next to it, a burning bus, and a mess.

"Car accidents? Robbery?

"What the hell is going on?"

In front of him, it was like the scene of the end of the world, and Wu Xia's wine was instantly sober.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swooped in.

The size is the size of a goshawk.

Out of instinct, Wu Xia quickly raised his arms and blocked his face.

"Magnetic!"

There was a sharp pain in both arms.

The black shadow struck a meritorious blow and retreated.

Wu Xia lowered his arms and took a cursory glance at the injury.

The sleeves on both sides were scratched three times, and the flesh and blood under the sleeves also seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.

The wound had just begun to bleed, and Bai Sensen's bones could be faintly seen.

"Shhhh

If you just scratch your head, I'm afraid you won't die on the spot!

It's too late to continue feeling the injury.

Wu Xia focused his attention on the black shadow fluttering in the distance.

It was dark, and my mind flashed to the idea of goshawks, vultures, and other large-sized attacking birds.

Take a closer look: a pointed beak, a thin neck, a bright red crown on the top of the head, a gorgeous orange feather...

"Mountain..... Pheasant? it? Such a big pheasant? The

"giant pheasant" in front of me, with its wings spread, is probably more than one meter five!

Can this still be called a pheasant?

Fighting chickens are pretty much the same!

The few blood grooves on Wu Xia's arms should be the "masterpieces" of the extraordinarily thick claw fingers.

The "battle chicken" on the opposite side seemed to have finished accumulating its strength and pounced on it again at a rapid pace.

Out of survival instinct.

Wu Xia held his head in his hands again and squatted quickly, hoping to avoid this "pounce" of the pheasant.

The eyes of the fighting chicken were slightly condensed, as if there was a trace of disdain.

From the flight height of the height of the others, he suddenly sank, and in the blink of an eye, he swept past Wu Xia.

The pain in the heart struck again.

After a while, Wu Xia's arms and back began to be soaked with blood.

"No, we can't go on like this!"

"Each time the pheasant pounces, it will bleed and cause injuries, and it will last two more times at most....

"I can just... Let it be slaughtered. At

the moment of life and death, Wu Xia's thoughts were running rapidly, and his thinking seemed to be clearer.

There is no terrain or tools around.

Running into the jungle?

No, its advantage in the mountains and forests will only be greater.

Taxicab?

No, it's too far.

Running past enough distance for it to attack me twice!

It could even hit me in the head, which would be fatal.

That's just... Fight!

Wu Xia pursed his somewhat dry lips and made up his mind.

He spread his arms as far as he could, and slowly stood up from his squatting state, as if in a gesture of surrender.

His eyes were fixed on the position of the "battle chicken", and his mind was constantly simulating and predicting the direction in which it might pounce.

Seeing that the prey, which was already curled up, actually stood up, the "fighting chicken" felt as if it had been provoked.

The vivid tail feathers instantly open, like a beautiful abstract oil painting.

That's it, one person, one chicken, confrontation.

Thirty seconds later.

'Tick. '

Blood, like two babbling streams, flows down from the forearm.

"It's not good for me to go on like this, and the more blood is shed."

Wu Xia broke out in a cold sweat in pain.

I don't know if it's a hallucination, but he actually saw a hint of abuse in the eyes of the pheasant.

"Come on, flat-haired brute, don't you want to eat the master? If you have a kind, come here!

Wu Xia roared angrily.

Or feel that the time is almost up, or be provoked by the "noise of prey".

The "battle chicken" swooped down on Wu Xia with a "whoosh".

Closer, Wu Xia could even clearly see the lines of the claws and the hanging flesh foam!

With the sound of the howling wind, the sharp claws got closer and closer.

Suddenly.

Wu Xia jumped up with all his might, and with his chest, he took this "culling" completely!

There was a tearing pain in his chest.

The green tendons on the neck bulge uncontrollably!

Then fold your arms together in an instant and clasp your left wrist with your right hand.

With all the strength to feed, he hugged the whole pheasant.

A hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the "fighting chicken".

The sharp beak is like an open dagger.

Suddenly pecked at Wu Xia's face.

Wu Xia even clearly saw the reflected fire on his beak.

Before I touched my face, I felt a burst of pain.

"Oh no, the pheasant just attacked with its claws, and I forgot that it still has its beak!"

The beak of the "fighting chicken" is getting closer and closer in the eyes.

Wu Xia gritted his teeth and turned his head, exposing his fragile neck.

"Click!"

A bone-breaking pain struck his collarbone, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"Cough..."

Wu Xia coughed, with a bloody smell in his throat.

Fortunately, the whole "fighting chicken" was held in its arms.

With the force of his right hand, he finally escaped the fatal neck, and his beak successfully pecked at the collarbone.

"Shit, do you think you're the only one with a mouth? Yes? Daddy can't bite you! Wu

Xia, who was aroused to be ferocious, completely ignored the sharp pain and the sound of bone cracking from his collarbone, turned his head and bit the neck of the "fighting chicken" with all his might.

Blood poured down his throat, and Wu Xia, who was choking on the smell of blood, almost spit it out.

Wu Xia knew that he must not let go of his mouth at this time.

This is a gamble with no way back.

Losers, will pay with their lives!

Sensing the deadly crisis, the "Battle Chicken" began to struggle frantically, its claws slicing back and forth on its chest like sharp blades.

In a trance.

Wu Xia heard the claws slashing against his ribs, making that kind of sound that made people shudder.

Feeling the devastation of my body, my hands gradually became weak.

Wu Xia knew that this time it was estimated to be hanging.

With this amount of blood loss, it should be too late to be sent to the hospital immediately.

"If you die, you have to be buried with you!"

Wu Xia, who was obviously exhausted, suddenly felt as if something in his body was broken.

A tremendous force that had never been seen before poured out from the limbs and bones, and once again firmly clamped the pheasant in his arms.

"Damn, what's this called, isn't Lao Tzu just out of love? I'm too hard! "

The amount of blood loss is increasing, and the struggle in my arms is gradually becoming weak.

Wu Xia could clearly feel that life was dying.

It's like all the good things in the world are going to die.

It is said that before death, you can instantly recall the important pictures of your life.

Wu Xia carefully recalled the first half of his life.

But I can only remember that on the day I left home, my father's strong hands were a little trembling when he lit a cigarette;

In the kitchen, the mother, whose temples are gradually mottled, wraps dumplings and secretly wipes the tears from the corners of her eyes...

"It seems that in my life, I have no chance to repay them well..."This

was Wu Xia's last thought before he completely lost consciousness.