At a height of seven or eight meters, with a huge inertia, there is only one ending of falling. Die. Thorn la la.

There was a rapid grinding sound from the high-altitude catapult, like the scythe of death, slashing through the void, ready to harvest the lives of this young couple.

On the ejection seat, the two little couples were already frightened, their brains were blank, and even shouting for help could hardly make a sound from the rapidly squeezed chest.

"Brother...... Be careful!"

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