Mu Wenran fell rapidly down the cliff, and she looked at the sleeves and skirts of her dress that were blown up by the wind, and her heart was filled with coolness and horror.

I didn't expect her to be so close to death now, in her previous life, she had a huge psychological shadow on amusement facilities such as roller coaster jumping machines, but she didn't expect to experience the thrill of falling as if her soul was being pulled away this time.

She closed her eyes stiffly, her lips were already white, but in a trance, through a thin layer of eyelids, she seemed to see a dazzling green light wrapping her tightly!

Suddenly, the body was stunned, the speed of falling seemed to slow down, and her back seemed to be covered by something strip-like, delicately and densely, and Xiaobao's voice suddenly sounded in her ears!

"Warm dye! Don't be afraid! It's going to be fine......" Hearing Xiaobao's voice, Mu Wenran was instantly so excited that he couldn't help himself, and hurriedly opened his eyes and shouted Xiaobao.

But when she saw the figure she was very familiar with lying on top of her again, the smile on her face froze.

Xiao Bao smiled at her with a miserable smile, the pink cheeks that were white and red in the past were almost blue at this time, sunken as if malnourished, and his hand grasped her collar tightly, and the green light on his body slowly faded with the green branches growing behind him.

"Xiaobao...... Xiaobao, you can't do this, you can't! Mu Wenran suddenly panicked, her eyes were suddenly full of tears, salty and salty to the side, and her voice involuntarily gradually raised.

She grabbed Xiaobao's little hand, which was already as cold as an ice cube, with her trembling hands, trying her best to make him stop, and there was a premonition in her heart that if Xiaobao didn't stop, something would definitely happen.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I know you're afraid of heights, you coward, sleep, just get some sleep." Xiaobao pulled out a smile with difficulty, stretched out his hand, and gently touched her forehead, and suddenly the tingling sensation spread all over Mu Wenran's limbs, and she watched in a daze as Xiaobao's immature face disappeared from her eyes and turned into a black one, and her heart was anxious but helpless.

Lost in the darkness, Mu Wenran went around and around in her sleep for a long time, she seemed to have a long dream, in the dream she saw another bee butterfly fluttering flowers, a small tree was shaking its leaves happily with the wind, but in the blink of an eye, the sky was dark, the little tree seemed to lose its vitality in an instant, the leaves fell again and again, and finally withered into a short root.

"Xiaobao!" Mu Wenran sat up suddenly, her eyes wide and panting in the dark, her heart was beating almost open, she didn't know where she was now, and she didn't know what was going on, but the only thing she could confirm was the little sapling in the dream, it was probably Xiaobao!

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, can you hear me?" Mu Wen's eyes were red, and he tried to force himself to concentrate, calling for Xiaobao in his heart over and over again, but this time, Xiaobao did not suddenly appear beside her as usual, lying comfortably on all fours and talking to her.

All she answered was the sound of water dripping slowly in the darkness.

Hydroacoustics? Mu Wenran wiped away his tears, snorted slowly, and looked around.

Xiaobao died because of her, and she will not forget this hatred! But the main thing now is that she has to figure out where she is now and find a way to get out.

"Anyone?" She stood up cautiously, but her fingers suddenly touched a very soft object, and she froze, her brow furrowed slightly, and carefully touched the thing twice.

Robes? It's still a good material, but it's a little dirty, and sometimes it's a little uneven to the touch.

The more Mu Wenran thought about it, the more he wondered, if she was lucky and was saved by the name of the village under the mountain, then why would she still be placed in this cave? If it weren't for the name of the village......

"An Yao!" This name that Mu Wenran suddenly remembered made her Lingtai clear in an instant, and if she had the ability to find her, except for this guy, she would definitely not be someone else.

She just read the name softly, and she heard the light of the fire not far away that seemed to be moving slowly in this direction, and the mood that had just relaxed instantly became tense again.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be stupid, but you still remember my name." As the firelight slowly approached, Jing Anyao's faint voice and handsome face gradually emerged from the darkness.

Mu Wenran pursed her lips, clenching her fists tightly in the flickering light of the torches, trying to restrain herself, not wanting to show her weakness in front of this guy.

"If you want to cry, you can cry, you can't leave now anyway, you cry first, I'll eat something." Jing Anyao looked at her appearance, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in her eyes, and she sat beside Mu Wenran lightly, unfolding the package she brought slowly.

Suddenly, the smell of grilled fish permeated the small space.

Mu Wenran gritted his teeth and glared at Jing Anyao, who gracefully picked up a fish, and ate it in a small gulp under her extremely hideous gaze, and the sadness and heartache of losing Xiaobao instantly turned into appetite.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she grabbed the package to her side, picked up the fattest fish from it and devoured it with a big gulp, but the ups and downs in her heart were still out of her control, and she fell down with a clatter while eating fish tears.

Mu Xing'er! It's all because of you! When I go back, I won't let you go!

"Don't cry." She was crying vigorously when a plain hand suddenly appeared in front of her, with a snow-white handkerchief pinched on her slender knuckles, and a dark red flower on the corner, which seemed to be a kind she had never seen, but it was also chic, but where did she still have the heart to care about these things, she pulled the handkerchief and touched her oily mouth, and simply buried her face between her knees and cried.

Seeing Mu Wenran crying so much that his brain was about to be dazed, Jing Anyao seemed to have his heart torn alive, and he was in pain.

After a moment's thought, he reached out and put his hand on Mu Wenran's back, and patted it lightly, as if he was coaxing a child.

The two didn't speak, knowing that Mu Wenran felt that he had cried enough, so he wiped his face with a handkerchief, raised his eyes as red as rabbits, and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Let's go."

Jing Anyao nodded, didn't say much, held the torch high and walked out of the potholed cave with Mu Wenran one foot deep and one foot shallow.

There is a unique scene outside the cave, the stars are hanging high in the sky, and there is a large clear lake opposite, shining in the bright moonlight, accompanied by the rustling of the trees, it is really a Penglai realm.