With a raised eyebrow, Liu Yue immediately let go of Xuanyuan Che and rushed to the mountain wall. The thick-soled shoes under her feet bowed, and a thin but sharp blade immediately popped out of the thick-soled shoes and inserted into the mountain wall. Liu Yue's legs were firmly locked.
He was firmly nailed to the mountain wall, and with a flick of his wrist, the silk came back quickly that day.
"You little thing, what else is messed up all over your body?" Xuanyuan Che, who was watching Liu Yue's movements with his sword supported, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile on his lips as he looked at Liu Yue.
Why is it that his little princess doesn't think much of her at ordinary times, but at critical moments she is equipped with a sharp weapon?
"This is the key to survival." Liu Yue answered very naturally.
Xuanyuan Che raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He didn't ask whether he needed to be so well-equipped to survive in General Murong's mansion. He immediately stretched out his hand towards Liu Yue and said, "Let's go."
"I'll carry you." Liu Yue looked at Xuanyuan Che and said solemnly.
Xuanyuan Che must have been poisoned by that palm on the cliff, and it would not be good to use his inner strength. She came to take him, although it was a little slower, but she absolutely guaranteed that the two of them could get down to the ground safely.
Xuanyuan Che smiled slowly after hearing this. He swung forward and grabbed Liu Yue's hand. He chuckled softly and said, "I'm not so useless. Follow me."
While holding on to Liu Yue tightly, Xuanyuan Che trembled with his long sword. Xuanyuan Che grabbed Liu Yue and jumped down. At the same time, he connected with his feet and went down the rugged mountain wall.
The dark red skirt flew sideways, like a black hawk coming from all directions.
A strong wind blew in my face, and my black hair was flying in the air.
For the first time, Liu Yue felt that having Qing Gong was not bad. If she could also practice Qing Gong like Xuanyuan Che, it would be perfect.
With a flying spin, Xuanyuan Che Liuyue stood at the bottom of the cliff.
When I looked up at the top of the mountain, there was only a small dot left.
Liu Yue raised her eyebrows. She was indeed much faster than her. She was so moved in her heart that she grabbed Xuanyuan Che's hand with her backhand. It was black, and the whole arm was already black.
He raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Che's face. His red lips were slightly darkened. This was the result of using his internal strength again after fighting hard.
"I can't die." Seeing this, Xuanyuan Che chuckled to Liuyue.
Liuyue glared at Xuanyuan Che fiercely, then pricked Xuanyuan Che's finger with her fingertips, and a stream of black blood immediately poured out.