About a few hours passed, Zhang Ling, who had fainted, gradually woke up, he opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see the surrounding darkness, the hazy moonlight shone down through the branches, what could be seen was a trace of blood, Zhang Ling was stupid...

Why? Why is this happening? How can there be such a fierce black fox in this Reverse Scale Mountain? Xiaoxue was taken away by the black fox?

Zhang Ling was already exhausted when he thought of this: No, no...

After a long time, Zhang Ling, who had become increasingly stupid, got up with difficulty and staggered towards the unknown place.

After passing through some thorny paths, Zhang Ling was completely disoriented, not knowing where to go. When they came, there were two people, making trouble, talking and laughing, but now Zhang Ling was left alone, and he lost his beloved, Zhang Ling now doesn't even have the courage to live, although such an idea is very unmanly, but at this moment only he knows how painful it is to lose his beloved, and he lost it so suddenly, so completely.

Zhang Ling stumbled all the way, the sky was getting brighter, and the next moment Zhang Ling seemed to feel that he had found a way out, there were no thorns in front of him, and there was a mountain trail that seemed to have been walked by his predecessors. Although he found a way out, Zhang Ling didn't feel a trace of excitement in his heart at all, if there was still Xiaoxue by his side at this moment, the two would definitely hug each other and cheer together. But now that there is no Xiaoxue, Zhang Ling seems to have been hollowed out, if there is a person who says that he wants to kill him, he may not even bother to say anything about resistance.

In this way, Zhang Ling continued to walk through the mountains and forests, and now he couldn't see a person, and he didn't know where he had gone, but he saw that the path under his feet was getting higher and higher, and it was not the way back at all, and he wondered if God also wanted him to be trapped in this place?

But the next moment, he smiled, in front of him, set up a stone tablet, on which were written three simple characters, if it wasn't for Zhang Ling who had studied ancient Chinese, he might not be able to recognize it, those three words were: Wanzhang Cliff.

"Xiaoxue, we're here..." Zhang Ling muttered.

"Xiaoxue, did you say that God deliberately teased us? Why did he let you endure this ordeal? Why did I have already found the sea pollen, but it still wants us to separate, okay, since God brought me here, I will accompany you, I will never let you be alone, scared, you wait for me..."

Zhang Ling actually wanted to jump off the cliff to seek death at this moment, the pain of losing Xiaoxue had blinded his mind, he didn't think about it at all, was Xiaoxue still alive?

But at this moment, Zhang Ling was completely crazy, he was ready to jump off the cliff, he slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, closed his eyes, opened his arms, and thought: Xiaoxue, I'm coming..."

In the next second, he was descending rapidly, the howling wind was blowing, his body was weightless, as if only one heart was hanging in the air, and finally he was almost unconscious, just waiting for death to come, but at that moment, he heard a long hissing, and then he felt that he was being held up by something, and gradually rose, but at this time, because the speed was too great, he couldn't open his eyes at all, and could only slightly feel that he was sent to a place, a place he had not been to but was going to go after all.

When Zhang Ling opened his eyes again, it was already a day later.

Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes, sat up with difficulty, and slowly opened his eyes, knowing that he was not dead, but in a cliff cave. He wanted to take a closer look at where he was, but he couldn't do it, he was too tired to stand up.

In the evening, the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Ling felt a little uneasy, and his stomach began to be hungry, but he didn't dare to move around, for fear of encountering something unexpected, now his sanity has gradually recovered, he feels that he can't just die, maybe Xiaoxue is still alive, so he must get out alive.

Just when Zhang Ling was thinking about how to fill his stomach, he felt a trace of voice and movement behind him, and he became vigilant.

Through the twilight rays, a shadow appeared on the ground, and he was surprised to find that behind him was a large bird, no, an eagle eagle to be exact. He turned around in disbelief, only to see that the eagle behind him was almost three meters tall, flapping its wings, nodding its head, and holding some food in its mouth and claws, but most of it was wild fruit.

Zhang Ling really couldn't cry or laugh, this bizarre scene actually appeared on him?

Although the eagle eagle has a huge body, but according to Zhang Ling's feelings, this eagle eagle will not cause harm to himself, on the contrary, it seems that he still intends to help himself, it is likely that he jumped off the cliff to be saved by the eagle in front of him, so Zhang Ling not only did not have hostility to this eagle, but also had a good impression, after all, this eagle eagle is his own life-saving benefactor, if it were not for it, maybe he would have died in a daze.

After careful observation, in Zhang Ling's opinion, this eagle eagle already has a trace of spirituality, not only has a huge body, but also helped himself get so many wild fruits, it must have become a "fine", but Zhang Ling did not have a trace of fear, because his intuition told him that this eagle eagle was very close to himself.

In this way, after a few days of getting along, under the "careful care" of the eagle, Zhang Ling's injury has gradually recovered, and he has gradually developed a deep friendship with this eagle eagle who "meets in the water".