It was really difficult for her small body to carry Jing Liu, who was much taller than her.
Murong Li wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been walking in the woods for an hour and still didn't go out. How big is Death Valley?
Turning her head to look at Jing Liu, who was in a coma, Murong Li pursed her lips, gave up her idea of taking a break, and continued walking forward with Jing Liu on her back.
result--
At the other end of the woods is a cliff with no way out.
Seeing the cliff, Murong Li couldn't return to her senses for a long time. This...
Is there no road? There was an inconspicuous grass growing on the cliff. Murong Li squinted and looked at the grass carefully. When she saw the characteristics of the grass clearly, Murong Li's eyes became warm.
Found another medicine!
What came into view was a cliff. Jing Liu's eyes had opened at some point. He blinked a few times with difficulty. Before he could take a closer look, he was gently placed on the ground.
The red figure walked towards the cliff. Jing Liu wanted to make a sound, but when he opened his lips, no sound came out.
He collapsed to the ground exhausted, and that person actually wanted to control him...
Drenched in sweat, Jing Liu bit his lip gently. Trying to control him was simply a delusion! He would rather die than be controlled!
He looked hard at the red figure who had reached the edge of the cliff. What was she doing?
He wanted to call her, but no sound came out.
Murong Li happily plucked the grass and was about to put it into her bag when the rocks under her feet slipped. Murong Li's heart dropped and she fell towards the cliff.
Like a kite with its string broken, at this critical moment, a pair of hands with sharp bones held her hand tightly.
Even if Murong Li didn't raise her head, she knew who that person was.
She was not so kind as the heroines in idol TV dramas who would ask others to let go in order not to drag others down. Her hand also held Jing Liu's hand tightly.
A drop of water fell on her face, Murong Li raised her eyebrows, knowing in her heart that it was Jing Liu's sweat.
But she still refused to let go and wanted to die together.
She is not a kind person, she will be buried with others even if Jing Liu saves her.
She then belatedly raised her head to look at Jing Liu. His face was horribly pale, and he was sweating profusely. His face was getting paler and paler.