If Ling Motang was still conscious now, she would definitely shout "Hold the grass" three times in a row!

This person is really living more and more than before, hey! In her previous life, she could live to be 26 years old, hey, now she lives again, but it's good that GameOver is at 19. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The man was silent and the woman wept.

Who else is worse than her! Still! Yes! Who!

Topic: How long does it take to calculate how long it takes for a person to fall from a height of 150 meters weighing 50Kg?

As a science student, Ling Motang quickly calculated the result, which took 6 seconds without considering air resistance.

6 seconds to expect a miracle to happen, rather than pray that she can be reborn.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Ling Motang counts down in his heart, 1, 1, 1, 1...... Damn, why haven't you experienced the pain of falling, this second is inevitably too long.

"Hey." Shen Yuan's face was expressionless, and he looked at Ling Motang, whose face was like ashes: This person is really a wretch. To save or not to save Ling Motang, Shen Yuan only took 0.001 seconds to think about it, at least, Ling Motang can't die now.

Shen Yuan?

It's an illusion, right? The gentle sound of the wind in her ears, and the clear and slightly cool smell like spring water, opened her eyes secretly and carefully, and Shen Yuan's desireless face crashed into her eyes.

She was still in mid-air, and Shen Yuan's hand was firmly wrapped around her waist, and the tip of her nose was counted, she really wanted to cry.

People are extremely nervous and then completely relaxed, it will really collapse, she tugged on Shen Yuan's sleeve tightly, a pair of peach blossom eyes were red, and the urn voice was full of crying: "Shen Yuan." ”

And Shen Yuan looked disgusted: "Don't cry, hold back." ”

"Oh." Ling Motang took a deep breath and sucked the snot back again.

Shen Yuan: ...... A layer of unchanging disgust.

Ling Motang's hands were a little stiff, and she was so frightened that her hands and feet were weak, but she really wanted to rub her nose and dispose of the snot that was about to flow out.

She coughed dryly, turned her head to look at Shen Yuan, Shen Yuan was still the same coffin face for ten thousand years, she was a little entangled in her heart, her eyes didn't dare to look at other places in the sky, and finally she could only freeze on Shen Yuan's dark robe, the fabric of this dress should be very good.

"Ling Motang!" Shen Yuan's voice was not steady, he didn't expect Ling Motang to be so bold that this sloppy woman would actually rub her nose against his shoulder!!

Ling Motang silently removed his face from Shen Yuan's shoulder, his little eyes timid and innocent.

Shen Yuan: ...... There were a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to scold Ling Motang, but after seeing the other party's wet and pitiful eyes, he couldn't say anything, and the breath blocked in his heart had nowhere to come out, and he was shouting from his heart to his lungs, and he couldn't wait to throw Ling Motang directly from mid-air.

This Ling Motang always has a thousand ways to annoy him.

"From what I've observed, you don't look like you're clean." Ling Motang's face was very close to Shen Yuan, and the breath of speech sprayed into the other party's neck, and in the next second, she miraculously saw that Shen Yuan's neck was red, and the red color quickly spread towards the root of her ears.

Shen Yuan's back was hot, swallowing saliva, sure enough, Ling Motang's body was extremely suitable for him, just holding it, he could feel the endless heat, he really hated to suck Ling Motang's blood dry, and take all this heat to himself.

Ling Motang is like the warm sun that does not fall in the biting cold of winter.

"Your neck is red." Ling Motang reminded in a low voice: "Wouldn't you really have a habit of cleanliness and react on your body?" ”

Shen Yuan viciously: "Shut up." The expression broke the usual coldness and became vivid, and the person suddenly became flesh and blood.

Ling Motang turned his face away and grimaced with his eyes closed where Shen Yuan couldn't see: fierce, not at all impersonal.

……

Qin Xue clasped her hand on Mu Jinlan's left arm, pushed Mu Jinlan to the ground before she landed steadily, slapped Mu Jinlan's face hard in the stunned eyes of everyone, and cursed loudly: "Slut." ”

Mu Jinlan covered her injured right shoulder, blood spread down from her fingers, tears hung down from the corners of her eyes, and five fingerprints appeared on her pale and stunningly beautiful face.

Qin Xue's raised hand fell towards Mu Jinlan again, but Mo Jingru's eyes were about to intercept it, he pushed Qin Xue back hard, Qin Xue's tears fell, her extremely bright fox eyes were red, and her voice was filled with grief and trembling: "Mu Jinlan, I'm going to kill you!" With a sword in his hand, he stumbled towards Mu Jinlan.

Mo Jingru knocked the sword in Qin Xue's hand away, his eyes disgusted: "Qin Xue, you are really crazy!" ”

Mo Jingru carefully helped Mu Jinlan up from the ground, and her voice was soft: "Jinlan, why are you injured?" ”

Mu Jinlan sobbed lowly, her eyes frightened: "It's Senior Nephew Ling, I didn't expect Senior Nephew Ling to suddenly stab me with a knife while I was unprepared, I was a little negligent and didn't control the spirit sword, Senior Nephew Ling fell from the spirit sword, it was I who killed Senior Nephew Ling......" After that, she couldn't cry, tears spread on her face, and I felt pity.

Mo Jingru's eyes were shocked: How could such a thing happen?

Ding Sheng and Wen Su looked incredulous: Danluan's master just hung up?

Li Qing and Ding Mu glanced at each other, and there were smiles in each other's eyes.

The expressions of the people present were different, and their moods were also different.

"Mu Jinlan, you're lying." Qin Xue walked a few steps quickly, grabbed Mu Jinlan's collar: "Obviously, you stabbed yourself, and then pushed Ling Motang down, you are still lying to people!" ”

Mu Jinlan let Qin Xue pull her, her face was as pale as paper, her voice was painful and self-reproachful: "I hurt Senior Nephew Ling, Senior Sister Qin, if you want to beat or scold, you will kill me, and I will never say much." ”

"Okay, then I'll kill you and avenge Motang." Qin Xue raised her palms, her hands were spiritual, and she slapped it straight towards Mu Jinlan's chest, and Mu Jinlan closed her eyes in despair, and a line of tears flowed down her cheeks.

Mo Jingru Yunling and Qin Xue palmed each other, Qin Xue hurriedly stepped back, she vomited blood in anger, and glared at Mo Jingru with an indifferent and resentful expression: "Mo Jingru, what you like is such a snake and scorpion, one day she will bite you back like today, and suck up your blood without any leftover after you have no use value." The voice was sharp and desperate: what a pathetic and stupid man she had loved all these years.

"Senior Brother Mo, don't stop Senior Sister Qin, it's all because of me that Senior Brother Ling was buried in the mountain stream." Mu Jinlan bit her lower lip tightly, and her lip was almost dripping blood from her bite.

"It's not you, it's Ling Motang who wants to harm you, and it's her own fault to be buried in the mountain stream." Mo Jingru took Mu Jinlan into her arms, so Mu Jinlan, who was so rainy and panicked, was too distressing.