The falling wind was too strong, and although Mo Zhiyu grabbed Wanwan in time, he was also carried down a piece, but fortunately, he immediately grabbed the raised rock next to him with his hand, which stabilized his body.

However, now the two of them are also hanging on the edge of the cliff, unable to go up, let alone fall down.

"Mo Zhiyu, let go!" Wanwan looked at Mo Zhiyu with anxious eyes, she tried hard to grab her hand upward, but she was about to pull Mo Zhiyu's hand, "Both of us will fall!" ”

"At this time, you actually talked about it, and the lily came......" Mo Zhiyu smiled lightly, but he pulled Wanwan's hand tighter, and the red marks were strangled, so as to avoid being pulled away by Wanwan's fingers.

"Who's talking to you?!" Wanwan was dragged by Mo Zhiyu and frowned in pain, "We were going to gamble, and I can only put the bet on you now!" ”

"If you want to bet, bet on yourself!" Mo Zhiyu gritted his teeth slightly, and the hand that grabbed the rock pushed it upwards hard, while the other hand was also pulling it up hard, wanting to throw Wanwan back to the top of the mountain first.

"A woman's kindness." At this time, a pair of leather boots appeared in Mo Zhiyu's sight, and when he looked up, he saw Tan Jian holding the Frost Sealing Sword looking at him expressionlessly, "I can't save my life, but I still want to save others." ”

"......" Mo Zhiyu didn't speak, but continued to prop up his arms.

"You despicable fellow!" Wanwan scolded below, "Said a fair duel, you actually play yin, you are not worthy of being a soldier!" ”

"This is called a soldier who is not tired of cheating," Tan Jian snorted coldly, "Also, I am not a military cultivator, I am an instrument cultivator, and the instrument cultivator does not talk about your set of rules."

Tan Jian just watched Mo Zhiyu support his arms little by little, and when Mo Zhiyu's head was about to emerge from the top of the mountain, Tan Jian suddenly took a step forward, stepped on the back of Mo Zhiyu's hand, and crushed it into the rock.

Mo Zhiyu frowned instantly, and his hands began to tremble, but he had to hold on tighter, otherwise he would really fall down with Wanwan!

"Mo Zhiyu, let it go!" Seeing the current situation, Wanwan shouted even more excitedly, "Let go!" Then kill this villain, you will avenge me! ”

"......" Mo Zhiyu still didn't speak, grasping the rock steadily, and letting his body lean against the rock wall.

"I don't even know what to say about you as a person, if I really had to use one word, I would probably only describe you as a 'contradictory idiot', right?" Tan Jian looked down at Mo Zhiyu, who was still trying to climb,

"You are obviously a cruel guy, you don't blink an eye when you kill people, but you always like to become a 'savior' in times of crisis, risking your life to save others.

If I were you, you would have killed me two hundred years ago, so that I would not be in trouble. If a threat like mine is not removed, it is possible that you will be eliminated one day. However, with your brainpower, I'm afraid you've never paid attention to me, right? ”

Mo Zhiyu frowned slightly, he had indeed never paid attention to Tan Jian, if it wasn't for the fact that they joined forces with Tan Jian in Chang'an before, he wouldn't even guess Tan Jian's true identity. In that respect, he was stupid. But what if you guess it? For a substitute, he simply disdained.

"Do you think my hatred for you is simply because I am your shadow?" Tan Jian looked at Mo Zhiyu from above, and continued to say expressionlessly,

"You're wrong, I never lived as your shadow. On the contrary, it is you who are always in my way. Whether it was the 'Sword Conference' of that year, or in Chang'an later. It seems that as long as you are there, you can attract everyone's attention, including small poems.

Even if you have been buried in the desert for two hundred years, your name still appears around me from time to time.

Why is an idiot like you sought after by so many people? Still think you're a hero? Because of your 'hypocrisy'?

The voices are too loud and too tiresome. But as long as you don't exist, those things don't exist. Those guys will go to find a new hero, this hero can be anyone, but not the same idiot anymore. ”

"You're a fool, you psychotic, dead pervert!" Wanwan scolded again, "You are envious and jealous of Mo Zhidelusion, just say it, what the hell is this talking about?"

Quite a hero? Stop dreaming! Mo Zhiyu has been buried in the desert for more than two hundred years, and his fame has not decreased, and it will not decrease in the future.

Do you want Yunshi to like you? It's even more wishful thinking, she just likes this kind of sadomasochistic plot, if Mo Zhidelirium dies, she will remember it in her heart for a lifetime, you are also a broken sword that she will always dislike, she will never accept you for the rest of her life! ”

"Shut up, enchantress!" Tan Jian suddenly stabbed a sword at Wanwan, and the cold qi turned into ice and shot out, flying straight towards Wanwan.

Mo Zhiyu immediately waved his hand to the side, and shook it to dodge the blow. And Tan Jian above also yelled excitedly: "Even if you have the face of a little poem, you are not a little poem, you can't guess her thoughts!" ”

"If others can't guess, I can!" Wanwan was still shaking, still yelling, "I am Yun Shi's 'evil spirit', what thoughts can I hide from my soul?" Stop dreaming, dead pervert. If you really want to be remembered by her, you might as well kill yourself in front of her! ”

Tan Jian was so angry that he was about to draw his sword again, but the sword he lifted paused again, he actually let go of the foot that stepped on Mo Zhiyu, took a step back, and then lifted the Wind and Frost Sword again, this time, it smashed firmly to the ground.

"Bang!"

A loud noise burst out in the rock wall, and the crack immediately spread along the tip of the Frost Sealing Sword towards the side of Mo Zhiyu, and then there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the eye stone that Mo Zhiyu climbed directly broke away from the mountain in the crack, and fell down with Mo Zhiyu and Wanwan downward!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, at this critical moment, a black cloak suddenly appeared, wrapped around Mo Zhiyu's arm at once, and lifted Mo Zhiyu up, and on the other side of this cloak was wrapped in an ink-colored knife - ink knife.

The ink knife plunged into the rock wall at once, fixing the ink delirium and the wanwan on the rock wall again.

Tan Jian was even more annoyed when he saw this situation, he wanted to continue the pursuit, but he suddenly dodged to the side, and then a pair of cyan three-edged spikes swept through his back and grazed his clothes.

Of course, this person who suddenly appeared could only be Luo Bingqian, and now Luo Bingqian's body actually rose a faint cyan, since she also has Yuan Li?

(End of chapter)