One after another, eight iron cable stones were jumped in a row, and the last two steps were missing, and only one iron cable was hanging in the next step, and the other hanging stone was the largest, enough to stand down for three or four people, and it was almost able to jump to the opposite side, Yang Xianmao seemed to see the dawn of victory, but Ye Piaopiao's eyelids kept jumping, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

"You're here, I'll jump over and take a look. Ye Piaopiao jumped forward, flew out, held the iron cable, threw the last iron cable stone with momentum, let go, fell, and held the other iron cable.

Suddenly, the iron cable stone fell down, and before she could react, a ring buckle at the top of the iron cable broke, and the iron cable stone began to fall down, even with Ye Piaopiao, Ye Piaopiao couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah-"

Yang Xianmao heard her exclamation, and immediately jumped over, grabbed the single iron cable with one hand, and held the end of the broken iron cable with the other hand, and then tightly wrapped the iron cable around his hand several times.

I thought I would fall down like this, but I stopped falling in an instant, looked up, and it was Yang Xianmao.

Although Yang Xianmao grabbed the iron rope, his fear of heights attacked, and he didn't dare to look down, so he could only close his eyes and not look at everything. Fear spread all over his body, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, the strength in his hands was slowly draining, and the iron ropes wrapped around his hands were loosening. He gritted his teeth, roared, and pulled the rope back tight.

"Ahh

Ye Piaopiao came back to his senses from a stunned state, followed the iron cable, and climbed up quickly, the more he climbed, the heavier Yang Xianmao's falling force, the greater the arc of the iron cable, and the greater the imbalance of the body, it was difficult to control the balance.

This iron cable stone is too heavy, Yang Xianmao was dragged down by this gravity, and the iron cable wrapped around the body was also loosened twice, and fell down a distance, seeing that he could touch Ye Piaopiao with his hand, Yang Xianmao decided to let go of the iron cable and let it fall, so he said to Ye Piaopiao: "Give me your hand." ”

Ye Piaopiao stretched out a right hand and stretched it out. Yang Xianmao first let go of one hand to hold her hand, then released the iron cable on the other hand, and then held the iron cable wrapped around her body, and the released iron cable stone fell to the nail bed, and it broke with a "bang-" sound.

Yang Xianmao grabbed Ye Piaopiao with one hand and didn't let her fall, but she didn't have enough strength to pull her up, but she also loosened herself for a distance, and the iron rope shook violently.

In such a flash, Ye Piaopiao stopped climbing up, looked at Yang Xianmao's painful and hideous face, and persuaded: "You, let it go, otherwise you won't be able to hold on."

"No, I'm not going to let go. The nails of the hand that Yang Xianmao grabbed the iron rope were deeply immersed in the flesh of the palm, and between the nails were his own flesh and blood, and the body was afraid that there were deep traces, and the body was as uncomfortable as fire, but despite this, he was still unwilling to let go.

"Don't. Ye Piaopiao gave up by herself, and she let go of her hand.

"No-" Yang Xianmao felt that her palm was slowly slipping down, breaking free of her hand, suddenly, his strength exploded in an instant, he let go of the iron rope with his other hand, and only relied on his legs to wrap around the iron lock, and held her hand with both hands, pulled up, hugged it, shook the iron rope with his waist force, flew to the opposite side, let go of his feet, and fell safely on the opposite ground, and the two hugged each other and rolled a few times.

"Uh-huh......" The two finally separated and fell to the ground, their bodies hit hard, and some small gravel walked on the uneven ground, which hurt so much.

Yang Xianmao kneaded his sore shoulder to prevent bruising, stood up, twisted his neck left and right, and the joint bones rotated and rubbed, making a "gurgling" sound.

"Ahem-" Ye Piaopiao lay on his stomach, pressing his chest uncomfortably, and coughed heavily a few times.

Yang Xianmao hurriedly walked over, knelt down on one knee, helped Ye Piaopiao's upper body, and let her sit on her arm.

Ye Piaopiao felt the heat of Yang Xianmao's palm, and twisted his slender body slightly, trying to break free of Yang Xianmao's hand holding him.

Yang Xianmao's brows furrowed even more, and he said unhappily: "Don't move! You are very weak now, your heart is damaged, and I can't save your life if I move again." ”

This is not to scare Ye Piaopiao, but because she has not recuperated properly since she was injured, and the old injuries have not gone, and new injuries have been added, how can she be well? If you do it again, something will really happen.

As soon as these words came out, it was really shocking, and Ye Piaopiao immediately didn't dare to move.

Yang Xianmao saw that she had settled down, and her face just now was a little better, and she was afraid that she still had problems that she hadn't put out, so she asked, "Are there any other places where you are uncomfortable?"

Ye Piaopiao shook his head slightly, and said angrily: "No, I just feel weak." ”

"Okay, I'm going to protect your heart for you, don't move, listen to me. Yang Xianmao admonished.

"Hmm. The faint voice came from Ye Piaopiao's dry and colorless lips, and if you don't listen carefully, you really can't hear it.

"It's rude. As soon as Yang Xianmao's words fell, she immediately started her hands, and before she could react, she successively lit her four acupuncture points, Juque, Xinyu, Xuanmen and Qu Ze, to prevent her from continuing to disturb the breath of her body due to palpitations. Then, he sat down in front of her and silently moved his three fingers together to the middle of his chest.

Although through the clothes, but still couldn't resist the strange touch, Ye Piaopiao out of a self-protective instinct, leaned back slightly, trying to avoid his forward hand.

"Don't move. The command was hard to resist, and she reached forward again, this time she didn't dodge, but her body trembled slightly.

Yang Xianmao pressed lightly with his fingertips, covered it with his palm instead, and crossed some true qi. Ye Piaopiao had already gotten rid of the initial state of resistance, and slowly adapted to the touch and temperature of his palm.

After a few strokes, Yang Xianmao moved her palm to the Qi Sea Acupoint in her lower abdomen, using her internal force to generate heat and dredge her Qi meridians.

Ye Piaopiao closed his eyes, feeling the condensation of the heat in his body, as well as the wandering of the true qi, the true qi that was originally running around had been slowly swimming in his body in a steady and orderly manner, gently clutching the hem of his clothes, and feeling that his strength was back.

Yang Xianmao saw that it was almost there, so he withdrew his hand and adjusted his dantian qi, and there was no distraction in the whole process, this serious appearance just had a little bit of attractiveness, and Ye Piaopiao, who opened his eyes, was also slightly surprised for a moment when he met this face, but he also lowered his gaze in a moment.

When Yang Xianmao looked at her, he looked like he was hanging his head, and he couldn't see his expression, so he asked, "Why are you hanging your head, but you still feel uncomfortable?"

Ye Piaopiao glanced up at him in astonishment, then reacted and shook his head slightly in embarrassment.

Yang Xianmao saw her like this, and she was a little better, but her lips were still white, so she asked her not to move and go forward to explore the way by herself.

Without the torches, the farther and farther away from the glimmer of light would be dark.

Forget it, let's go back first, I don't have a fire break on my body, and the fire break should be on her. Yang Xianmao turned around and walked back, but she couldn't see Ye Piaopiao's figure, she only smelled a very faint fragrance, was she left?

"Ye Piaopiao, where are you?" Yang Xianmao shouted a few times in place, but he didn't get a trace of response, and his heart began to become anxious.

"Click", as if he had stepped on something, Yang Xianmao moved his feet, lowered his head, as if it was a fire fold, bent down and picked it up, sure enough.

"Oh no!" I was looking for her in a hurry just now, but I didn't think about it, but now that I think about it, the fragrance seems to be different from the fragrance on Ye Piaopiao's body. Sniffed it deeply again, and immediately held its breath, this is a mystical fragrance. In this way, Ye Piaopiao was stunned and then taken away.

Damn, I shouldn't have been so careless as to leave her here alone. Yang Xianmao blamed himself and felt guilty, but reason told him that the most important thing now was to get her back, and he didn't know if she was safe or sound. Secretly determined: even if this hole is demolished, she must be rescued.

Yang Xianmao blew the fire fold, saying that the spark of the stars can start a prairie fire, but how can such a little bit of fire illuminate the way ahead?

Yang Xianmao tore a long strip of cloth from the corner of the hem of his clothes, wiped the cloth on the ground with a handful of wet soil, kneaded it, and then rolled it into a long strip, tied it, and lit it with a fire breaker, which could reduce the burning rate.

Suddenly, a circle of light five inches wide from his feet was formed, and the slight light swayed as Yang Xianmao's pace moved.

"Knock knock!" a sound came, and the sound was particularly clear in this dark and quiet place.

"Who?" Yang Xianmao immediately became vigilant, moved slightly, and walked towards the source of the sound just now, but he didn't know exactly where it was, only a general direction to judge.

"Knock knock knock-" The sound that stopped for a while came out again, this time, Yang Xianmao knew exactly where the sound came from, was someone knocking on the wall, could it be Ye Piaopiao? Walking over quickly, his ear was close to the wall, the sound stopped, and he couldn't hear anything.

"Ye Piaopiao, is it you?" Yang Xianmao shouted at the wall, silent, and asked again, still silent. So he put his ear to the wall, and then knocked on the wall with one hand, and there was no sound except for the sound of himself knocking on the wall.

If Ye Piaopiao was inside, he would have responded when he heard his own tapping, and it would be good to knock on the wall. However, when he got closer, there was no sound, and there seemed to be only one possibility, and it was the mysterious person inside.

Yang Xianmao moved the burning cloth closer to the wall, and groped for the wall with his right hand, thinking that maybe there was a mechanism here.