The wind on the valley shaved his face so much that Ouyang Yao saw the woman who was gradually falling and closed her eyes at a glance. Who would it be if it weren't Mao Ting? Ouyang Yao raised his middle finger and index finger to chant the mantra, and a big transparent blue bubble appeared in the air, wrapping Mao Ting in the bubble, and then flew down to Mao Ting's position through the spell, rushed into the bubble, bent down and picked her up.

"Hey..." Ouyang Yao frowned, he died so soon? He stretched out his slender fingers and looked into her breath. Did he die so soon?

Feeling a faint breath from the tip of the woman's nose, she tilted her head and wondered what she should call her. What should I call her? I can't keep asking her to be hi, give her a name, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had a good intention, and a pair of clear eyes waving in an instant, grinning, revealing white teeth: "I am so fierce to me, I'm just a witch, just call you a witch."

"If you are looking for death, you can call that." A voice of brutal and uninhibited sounded from Ouyang Yao's arms. The woman's long eyelashes trembled. She opened her beautiful eyes that were deep into the cold pond and raised her eyebrows to look at him.

Ouyang Yao's blood surged, and he almost vomited blood. He had seen a female fox with no conscience, but had never seen such a person with no conscience. He was angry and his handsome and cute face turned red: "You... I saved you, you... are you so fierce to me. What's the point of not a witch? Anyway, I'm going to be a witch."

After saying that, he turned his head and didn't look at the woman's cold eyes. He suddenly realized why she was a little colder than before.

"Puff..." A fishy sweetness appeared in the roar. Mao Ting vomited blood and dyed blood-red plum blossoms on his robe. After that, if she was not treated immediately, would she die here? Mao Ting frowned, and a bad premonition arose. She looked at the bottom of the valley. The fog was filled with her at the bottom of the valley. She had no way of knowing how far she was still under the cliff. She had miscalculated. If he hadn't come to save her, it would be a bit difficult to think about it.

Suddenly, the bubble covering them shook, and Mao Ting raised her eyebrows. Why did she have a bad premonition? She looked at Ouyang Yao with suspicion. She couldn't believe this guy's spell. Will his half-toned spell...

With a "bang", the bubbles shattered in response to the sound, and the two of them fell down at a speed of light.

The good and bad spirits are now regretting that they have died of her crow's mouth. She probably won't get much distance below, so she can only pray for God to bless you enough ropes.

"hold me."

"Ah?" Ouyang Yao was stunned.

"I don't want to hold my arms to death." Mao Ting didn't want to explain to him. She took out the mountaineering rope from her sleeve, narrowed her eyes and looked at a big stone above, which was there. She quickly put the rope around her waist and threw the other end towards the big stone, breathing a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she threw it right, and it seemed that the iron buckle at one end of the rope had been buckled into the cracks of the rock.

Mao Ting looked down and saw that there was a rock's footing point below, so he slowly put the rope through the descender and placed it at the footing point. The two of them just stepped on the rock.

"Wow, what's this thing? It's so thick." Ouyang Yao looked at the rope as thick as a giant snake as if he had discovered a new continent, and pulled it hard. It was so strong, and it was difficult to separate it with a knife. He was sweating constantly on his forehead, but a covered cold came from his back, as if he was in a glacier. Mao Ting leaned against the rock wall, panting and answered the question indecent question: "Fortunately, this stone is big enough to accommodate the two of us.

"What the hell is this?"

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"What is it?" He squatted beside her, his eyes shining like a quivering fly.

"..." Mao Ting simply closed her eyes and ignored it.

"Tell me, tell me." He pulled her sleeve, his glittering eyes like a curious baby. "Hiss..." He pulled her sleeve but pulled her wound. She took a breath in pain. He found that her face was as pale as paper at some point, and his body was as fragile as if it would fall down: "You..." She took a breath: "Help me pull out the hidden weapon behind me. This hidden weapon is poisonous."

This dead fox, she was about to be angry with him, she was about to faint from pain, and kept asking whether there were any or not.

Ouyang Yao curled his eyes, moved Mao Ting in a direction, sat with his back to him, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, pressed the dagger tremblingly, and pulled it out with a gritted teeth, looking at her with a complicated expression. She should be in pain. He said so many words, but she just kept listening quietly, without showing any pain, and did not hum when pulling out the hidden weapon. It was rare to see such a strong woman: "Are you okay?"

"It's not dead yet." She rolled her eyes and said unhappily, throwing a stone casually, and could hear a crisp echo sounding in the valley. It's rescued!

"Hold me under the cliff, I'll take you down. Don't let go." She had already asked Nalan Ziheng to wait under the cliff. This golden trick to escape from the shell was already seamless, but unexpectedly this fool would jump off the cliff with her.

Now the two of them, a mountaineering rope, were not optimistic. Feeling her faint gaze, Ouyang Yao shrank his neck guiltily. Why did it seem like he did something wrong? He raised his hand and smiled flatteringly: "I...I will never let go, hehe."

After almost resting, Mao Ting calmed down and stood up: "Hold me." She put the ropes on her back, and the two of them gradually moved down. The already poisoned body aggravated the pain because of the force of their body climbing on her body. The cold sweat fell downwards. The pain in her body almost made her faint. She wanted to sleep so much, but she was so tired.

She took a deep breath and bit her lip. No, she couldn't sleep. If it was dark when she fell asleep, they would be in danger. No one knew how long this rope would last. She used jute, unlike modern nylon, and naturally it was not as durable as modern.

"Why would I use spells to summon a cloud down?" He looked at her carefully, his eyes full of worry.

"Shut up, you don't know how you die from the half-toned spell." She answered briefly, estimating the distance below, taking a deep breath, and continuing to slowly lower the descender.
Chapter completed!