Gu Changsheng saw this, and with a flick of her small hand beneath her red sleeve, the Chonghua Dagger slipped into her hand. Looking at the man holding her, she said in a deep voice, "Evildoer, let me go, I can handle this myself!"
"No way! I said I would never let go of your hand again!" Almost the moment Gu Changsheng's voice fell, Zhou Mu's reply sounded in her ear.
And the longsword was also pulled out from the rock, the two of them in each other's arms, sliding down again!
In that familiar embrace, a faint scent of ambergris wafted into her nose. Listening to the heartbeat of her own evildoer, Gu Changsheng's lips curved slightly...
What about man-eating ants?
What about the uncertainty of life and death?
As long as he's with her, what does it matter how many hardships they face?
All around, the roaring mountain winds at the bottom of the cliff blew their clothes, wrapping tightly around them...
