I looked at the old bus, and my heart suddenly beat a lot faster, but when he sneered and glided on the thick steel cable. I saw that his trouser belt was rubbing against the thick steel cable, and the cremation was constantly coming out of the trouser belt.

Hu Zi muttered, "What the hell is going on?" "And it occurred to me that this trouser belt was specially made.

There's not much time left for both of us now, especially when I can faintly hear rat chirping.

This means that the rats are not far away.

I stressed to the beard, "Quick! "I picked up that trouser belt too.

But I was holding on to my trouser belts, and another question popped up.

I said in my heart that Lao Ba was pulling a trouser belt by himself, he was nothing, and I and Hu Zi were two people, if one of us was pulling one end of the trouser belt, if we slipped down like this, we would not be the same weight, wouldn't this trouser belt be unbalanced, or even deviate?

By the time he had rushed to the edge of the lotus platform, he was still squatting next to the thick steel cable and waving his hand at me.

I couldn't think of any good solution for a while, and even suddenly, I became pessimistic.

I said to myself, can I choose one or the other? Either I run or he runs?

Beard saw that my face was not quite right, and he urged again.

I rushed over and handed him the belt. He stared at the belt of his trousers, then at me and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

I said briefly, Hu Zixu made a slap on my head, and he added, "Why are you stupid this time, I have a trick, come on, run away!" ”

And at this moment, there are several figures of big mice, which have already appeared on the platform.

They didn't delay, they didn't even slow down, they squeaked, and they rushed towards us.

Beard and I don't have time to hesitate and discuss. I believed in the beard.

We quickly hung our trouser belts on the thick steel cables, and then we both dragged them to the side. I also shouted three-two-one.

In the end, the two of us tacitly pounced together. The moment my feet left the ground, I had some hard time, especially because of the force of the fall, and my arms hurt very badly.

The big rats were really fierce, and they all became extremely ferocious when they watched the cooked ducks fly away.

They sprinted as fast as they could, ignoring the cliffs, and then leaped to their feet, off the platform, and pounced on me and Beard.

One of the big rats had good luck and ended up on the back of the beard, and the others, all running away, fell into the "abyss" with a squeaky scream.

The rat that landed on the back of the beard was by no means a master of stopping, and it was biting with all its might.

The beard couldn't help but grin in pain, and even with it, the beard still writhed his body.

What I feared came up very quickly. I slid down, and compared to my beard, I was still going up.

His beard was the opposite, and he purred down.

I guess this has a lot to do with twisting his beard, and I reminded him, and even encouraged him to resist.

This time, after the beard screamed again, he took out a stubborn posture, desperately stretched his face, and he was ruthless, raised his hands, and went to my waist.

In normal times, this posture is a little ambiguous, especially our two old men, what is it that he crosses my waist? But under such a plate, there is no doubt that part of his weight has transitioned to my side.

The pressure on my arms suddenly increased a lot, but the balance between us was renewable, and the belt of my pants was no longer slippery.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and as for the beard, he grinned from time to time, presumably having absolutely something to do with the mouse on his back.

I couldn't help him with anything, but I didn't think about the pain of the beard for a while. I'm still keeping my energy under my feet.

I admit that looking at the abyss beneath my feet, especially when it is still in a kind of dynamic, my heart is under a lot of pressure, and I even feel that I am in a cold sweat.

My beard and I kept stumbling like this, and after about a minute, we were sliding most of the way and getting close to the ground.

But at this time, there was a small situation with the crude steel cable. The appearance of the steel cable is very rough, especially the rusty posture.

I guess it has something to do with the fact that it's buried in the ground for many years.

The decline of my beard and I has gradually decreased as a result. The mouse behind the beard, I don't know if it fell down or something else, it didn't bite the beard again.

The beard was a lot looser because of this, and he still had the energy to remind me, saying that this is a good thing, and that when we land, we should not fall because of too much inertia.

I agreed, but I didn't slip far before there was a click on the contact surface between the trouser belt and the thick steel cable.

My bearded body and I also suddenly paused. Then we both froze.

My beard and I both looked up, and there was a fork in the thick steel cable, and the trouser belt was coincidentally stuck in the fork.

Beard muttered, "Isn't it?" He swirled a few more times, trying to get the belt back on track.

And he shook it like this, especially when he was still holding my waist. I was in pain, and I grinned.

I looked down at my feet again. Below us is an old tree.

This old tree is full of foliage, and we are probably two or three meters away from the top of it.

I still think of the Killing Buddha, when he fell from the steel cable before, he fell into an old tree.

I thought to myself, could it be that I and Beard would eventually face this fate?

Of course I didn't want to just give up, I was like a beard, and I was swaying my body, trying to create a chance for my belt.

But we were really tired in vain, and after a few more strokes, we both gasped for breath.

Beard scolded, saying that it was not a way to go on like this.

I thought about it again, and I happened to stare at the beard so casually, and I chuckled in my heart.

A rat head popped out of the beard's right shoulder, but I didn't expect the big rat to be there.

It was smuggling, staring at the neck of the beard. I realized that it was not good and reminded the beard, "Be careful! ”

But before I could say anything more, the big mouse bit the bearded neck hard.

This is a very important place in the human body, and the beard snorted in pain. At this moment, it was definitely his subconscious, and he couldn't help but reach out to grab the mouse.

As soon as he did this, the balance was shattered.

The beard had pinched the big mouse, but he also screamed and fell.

I lost my beard, and after half a beat slower, I also fell.

We landed at the top of the leafy tree. I was reminded by the little man in my mind, and at this moment I also raised my arms horizontally to protect my face.

I was also worried that the branches would hurt me, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I kept praying for good luck, but when I got into the branches and leaves of the old tree, the crackling sound was endless!

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