In his previous life, he didn't even dare to experience a 20-meter bungee jump, but he never expected that he would directly experience a stepless double couple hugging cliff bungee jumping in this era. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With the deafening scream of the white dove, the beasts foraging on the edge of the cliff were frightened, and after ten seconds of free fall, the screams of the white doves stopped abruptly, and the cliff beasts looked at the cliff with two more people hanging on the tree.

I don't know whether to say lucky or unlucky, the two people who would have fallen freely until the bottom of the cliff were hung by a big tree that grew tenaciously on the cliff wall, and the branches hanging on the two of them were still relatively strong, and the branches were also very lush, right, it was barely a simple and miniature version of the rattan bed, and the two of them fell on it and did not see the main branch broken.

The protagonists both hang trees, and this plot is similar to too many things.

If Bai Ge can be alive at this time, she will definitely think of the funny appearance of the unlucky Ouyang Feng in her favorite comedy, but unfortunately, the unlucky person who is urging her is herself.

In fact, in line with the unreasonable truth in TV series and novels, the protagonist will not die if he jumps off the cliff, and the white pigeon should not die logically.

The white pigeon also had such an idea before jumping off the cliff, after all, she who crossed over and would never be able to escape the halo of the protagonist, otherwise you think she really dares to jump so handsome, so decisive and decisive, giving people a chic back.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and when the white pigeon screamed when it fell, he only felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest and hung up.

You said that this slimming board smashed into a tree from such a high place, and I couldn't write it without dying.

Li Yunchang is worthy of being a martial arts master, and many of the previous skin injuries were suffered, and he looked miserable, but he was not injured at all. Relying on the strong internal force to protect the body, I was a little dizzy from just falling, but I really couldn't move, and I hung on the tree with a breath and didn't want to move anymore.

Li Yunchang hung on the tree, recited the mantra of the sect, breathed for a few weeks, and breathed for a while, Li Yunchang also recovered some internal strength.

Crawling to the branch with great difficulty, he bent down and pushed the white pigeon hard, ready to pull the white pigeon to lie down on the branch, "Hey, wake up." If you don't die, move it. ”

The white pigeon that was slapped did not move, Li Yunchang felt a little bottomless, and hurriedly pulled up the hand of the white pigeon hanging on the branch.

The little hand of the white pigeon is no longer warm, it is cold in the hand, without a little temperature, Li Yunchang held the hand of the white pigeon and trembled a little, he didn't dare to probe the white pigeon's snort.

Li Yunchang's hand was frozen between the two of them, trembling slightly and not daring to test forward, Li Yunchang called softly: "White dove, white dove." “

Only the cold wind from the bottom of the cliff whistled by, and there was no answer.

In the end, Li Yunchang finally put his hand under the white pigeon's nose, stopped for a few seconds, and the white pigeon was really no longer breathing.

Li Yunchang still used his best strength to pick up the white pigeon and put it on the branch, and the staggered branches supported the white pigeon's body. Looking at the cold corpse of the white pigeon lying beside him, Li Yunchang rubbed a fire in his heart, burning the dark eyes that had been bottomless all the time.

If you want to say that you have grown up in intrigue since childhood, you have seen more unscrupulous means and cruel pictures, and your heart has long been extremely hard. This second prince who can survive in the palace that eats people and does not see bones, it is impossible not to keep his own hands at any time.

Li Yunchang clenched his fists, why is the flexible fiber mesh that he had set up long ago under this cliff gone? It was made of the soft fiber that Xuansen Hall had specially collected from the Western Regions with great effort, and the extremely soft but capable of bearing hundreds of kilograms of flexible fiber mesh was used under this cliff to hide people's eyes and ears and escape from it.

But the cold corpse of the white pigeon at the moment made Li Yunchang extremely angry, and it was obvious that his back hand was cut off. Just now, he pretended to be defeated by the siege of the eight masters, and he also wanted to avoid its edge and find an opportunity to jump off the cliff. If he knew that the net had been removed, how could he have let the white pigeon die in vain.

Li Yunchang suddenly recalled Yang Yi's second-hand preparation words in his mind, and suddenly realized that Yang Yi was not referring to his own praying mantis catching cicadas last time, but to this meaning.

Li Yunchang's sanity went online in an instant, and it seemed that there was a traitor around him.

There was a traitor in the Xuansen Palace, which he had worked so hard to manage, thinking of this, Li Yunchang, who had not been emotionally out of control for a long time, was angry, the clothes on his body rose spontaneously, and his hair was scattered and messy in the wind. Li Yunchang touched the corpse of the white pigeon, and hammered it on the tree with the other hand, and the yellow leaves on the tree fell down with a bang, floating in the wind, like a funeral song for the white pigeon.

Li Yunchang's eyes were red, and he roared: "Why, I still can't protect the people around me." Why. ”

The white dove is indeed dead. At least her flesh had stopped breathing and was starting to freeze.

Her soul came to a white boundary, and as far as the eye could see, it was all half-human mist, and there was nothing but fog and fog.

The white dove looked at his empty soul and laughed a little miserably, people who die can only go to hell or come to heaven. There are no cow gods, snakes and ghosts here, so this must be heaven? It turns out that there will really be heaven when people die, but it's a pity that you can only know when you die.

The white pigeon felt very lost in his heart, not because he was dead. Instead, he really died, not only did he not travel back to modern times, but he didn't even go back to modern times to see his parents.

The white dove's heart was full of sorrow, so she stood in the mist, she didn't know where to go, she didn't want to go, this life was so inexplicable, there was nothing to look forward to in the next life, she just wanted to stand still, motionless.

The white dove stood in this vast white mist, and couldn't help but look back at this short time in his mind, and regretted that he shouldn't be too strong, if he didn't want to get rich, maybe with the help of the finch, to be an unknown little person in this different time and space to live a stable life.

But soon, the white pigeon smirked, "Hey, life in the world, just trying to be stable, boring life day after day, living a thousand years old, that is also a life in vain." It is not in vain to walk in the world vigorously!" the white dove raised his hand and muttered to himself.

"What a vigorous one! It seems that we really didn't find the wrong person!" suddenly came a voice of appreciation from behind him, which startled the white dove again.

The white dove turned his head in fright, watching the original vast white mist behind him slowly transform and distort into a white-bearded old man, and he also spoke.

Even if the white pigeon has experienced such a bizarre thing as crossing over, but now that the scene in the mythological story is really being shown in front of him, he is really shocked in his heart, covering his mouth and stammering: "You! You! Are you ... It is... God?"

It's completely different from what is described in the book, how can the God of Westerners look like an Oriental Taoist priest!

"God? What is that? I'm not God, I'm a fairy. Ignoring the white dove's stunned appearance, the white mist said again: "

"Would you like to resurrect you?"