Ye Haoran stared at Leng Yan in a daze, but he didn't expect that he would have such an experience.
Looking back on his past, whether it is basketball or basketball, he really didn't put in too much effort, and he seemed to rely on talent.
After reflecting on this, he couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat, and his desire to seek death suddenly disappeared. His survival increased greatly, and he would never break Leng Yan's fingers again.
Feeling Ye Haoran's change, Leng Yan deliberately said: "Forget it, it's useless to tell you this. Didn't you ask me to let go of my hand and let you die? I'll give you my help!"
"No!" Ye Haoran said hurriedly. "I want to die for a while, but I don't want to die for a while. What do you want?" Leng Yan said angrily.
"I don't want to die, I want to survive!" Ye Haoran said firmly.
"This is the decent one, I'll try my best to save you." Leng Yan smiled, feeling the dagger slipped a few more points, as if it was about to fall down, and hurriedly said: "Let's see if there is any place under your feet.
You can cushion your feet, but the dagger can no longer hold on."
Ye Haoran hurriedly searched, and he really found a raised stone, stepped on it carefully, slowly stabilized his body, and the pressure of Lengyan decreased a lot. He thrust his waist and abdomen, and his wrists were sent inward.
The dagger penetrated a little deeper into the rock wall and hung steadily on it.
"It's impossible to go up to us. Ask your little lover to help." Leng Yan said. "She is not my lover!" Ye Haoran retorted, but his voice was getting lower and lower. He thought of Mu Ziran's wish for
His efforts were filled with emotion.
...
Above the cliff, Mu Ziran stared at the cliff in a daze, and watched Ye Haoran's familiar figure disappear from his sight, his face turned pale and dumb. An inexplicable fear surrounded her, and then turned into self-blame.
"I killed him. If it weren't for me shouting slogans, Haoran wouldn't have died. I killed him..." Mu Ziran sat down on the ground, muttering to herself, and pierced herself into her heart like a sword
, made her heartbroken.
"Haoran..."
Mu Ziran crawled toward the edge of the cliff with a cry of grief.
"Zi Ran!"
Under the cliff, Ye Haoran shouted.
"It's Haoran's voice." Mu Ziran heard the sound, as if in a dream, she quickly climbed to the edge of the cliff, and saw that it was pitch black below and could not see anything. She thought that the previous sound was just an illusion.
"Haoran, do you feel lonely below and want to ask me to go down and accompany you?" Mu Ziran shouted. "It's you, a big-headed ghost, hurry up and find a way to save us." Leng Yan said hurriedly when he heard this.
"You are not dead yet?" Mu Ziran heard it in a real way and said in surprise. "Yes, we are still alive." Ye Haoran said. "Haoran, you are not dead, it's great." Mu Ziran cried with joy.
"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Ye Haoran said.
"What do you have to say later? I'll find a way to get us up first." Leng Yan rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Mu Ziran quickly apologized, and then said embarrassedly: "But how can I save you? Or maybe
I'll call the police?"
"Don't, this place is so remote. When the police come, we will have dried up a long time ago. Let's think of something else." Leng Yan stopped him and thought for a while and said, "Can you drive a motorcycle?"
"Yes!" Mu Ziran said. "That's easy. You drive the motorcycle to the foot of the mountain and go to my car to bring the rope in the trunk." Leng Yan ordered.
"Okay, I'll go now." Mu Ziran agreed and turned around and ran away. "Come back, I'm so panicked. Why don't you take the rope without a key?" Leng Yan said.