Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Bottom of the Cliff

  I tightened my grip and slowly opened my eyes. I found that Ying Mo Yu was now using both hands to grab a few long vines on the cliff wall. Some of the vines had already broken, and the sound just now must have been the sound of the vines breaking under the weight.

  "Didn't you say we'd die together? Why are you still being stubborn?" I complained, my hands continuing to tighten.

  "It won't last much longer, I just don't want us to crash too badly." Mo Yu responded with a cold hum.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tightly encircling his neck, clinging to Ying Mo Yu's body like an octopus: "If I die, you'll definitely die first!"

  "Don't move!" Ying Mouyu shouted in a low voice. "Ah——" The rattan strip was clearly unable to hold on and had begun to break. I was so scared that I hugged him even tighter, burying my head in his chest: damn it! Since we're going to die anyway, why give me hope for survival? Now we're going to fall again, isn't that even more desperate?

  "Crack——" The rattan rod broke completely, and I and Ying Mo Yu plunged into the bottomless abyss once again.

  Will this time really be unable to escape unscathed?

  No way, I'd rather die than be with him!

  The wind in my ears was still howling, and suddenly I felt as if I was about to land. Then a strong impact force slammed me hard onto the ground. My brain went blank, and I instantly lost consciousness.

  ……

  I woke up again, awakened by the scorching pain of my wound. My fingers trembled slightly, and I slowly opened my eyes, only to find that the sunlight was especially piercing. The momentary discomfort made me close my eyes again. I realized, it's dawn.

  Opening my eyes again, I looked around and found myself at the bottom of a cliff. I struggled to get up, but discovered that every bone in my body was aching as if they were about to fall apart.

  "Ah!" I cried out loud. Dead or alive, Mo Yu, why aren't you under me?

  No, I can't give up like this. If I don't move soon, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move again. Enduring the intense pain all over my body, I tried to sit up, but as soon as I lifted my back, I was in so much pain that I gasped for air.

  Forget it, I desperately chose to give up.

  Where is Mo Yu? Where is he? My hand moved slightly, as if I had touched a corner of his clothes.

  He forced his head to turn sideways. It was Mo You! He was lying beside me. At this moment, he was obviously seriously injured, the grass around him was stained red, and the blood had already dried up. The surroundings had become a dark red.

  His eyes were tightly closed and his face was deathly pale.

  "My heart skipped a beat: 'Ying Mo Yu, you...you're not dead?!' Some unknown force supported me as I struggled to get up and inched towards him."

  It's almost time to meet. I muster up my last bit of strength, and my fingers reach out to his nostrils. Fortunately, there is still a breath. I weakly smile: "Ying Mo Yu, I'm warning you, no matter what, you can't die before me. Did you hear? If you don't listen to me, I'll...I'll..." My breathing stops, and my hand falls limply down.

  In the late spring, what was once a sunny day suddenly turned into dense clouds, and soon a light rain started to fall, drizzling down on the two people.

  A striped viper spat out its tongue and slowly crept closer. "Hiss——"

  Creeping up my arm, tightly entwined. In the rain, it looks especially eerie.

  The rain was still falling, Ying Mo Yu finally woke up, he felt a splitting headache. His nature made him habitually scan the surroundings. At once, he saw the person beside him who was still in a coma.

  He glanced at her arm and saw something yellow wrapped around it. A closer look: a venomous snake?!

  The venomous snake writhed freely on her body, suddenly seeming to see him, spitting out its tongue, and with a forward thrust of its head, as if warning him not to come closer.

  "Ah, Ding Tai Yue!" A low and muffled voice called out. He struggled to sit up, felt around his chest, and pulled out a dagger. The rain poured down, reflecting off the bloodshot eyes. The dagger was thin as a cicada's wing, yet it could cut through iron like mud.