Although Zhao Wu grabbed Chu Xintian, he was not on the stone bridge, his whole body fell under the stone bridge, but his other hand, with a short knife, was inserted into the side wall of the stone bridge, and he held the hilt.

In other words, the weight of Chu Xintian and Zhao Wu only depended on the strength of the daggers inserted in the side wall of the stone bridge.

The side walls of the stone bridge where they are now located are about four or five meters from the top of the stone bridge, which is close to two stories high.

Seeing this, Chu Xintian's heart swelled with a strange feeling

Will this person die trying to save her?

Why would he do this for her?

Chu Xintian's face was confused, and she couldn't understand it.

Now is not the time to think about it.

A new crisis is coming.

It turned out that they hung on the side wall of the stone bridge like this, but there were still people to help.

Because, at the moment when Zhao Wu flew down, the two soldiers on the bridge had already gathered the Zhao family's army.

Seeing Zhao Wu and Chu Xintian hanging on the stone wall, they quickly formulated a rescue plan, let people grab the rope, grab the two ends, throw the middle ring part down, grab Chu Xintian and Zhao Wushen, and pull them up with the rope.

Of course, the rope should be long enough. Ah Fu and Ah Lu hurriedly called someone to find the rope.

In the few minutes of waiting for the rope to arrive, a new problem arose.

Chu Xintian suddenly felt that his face was dripping with hot and viscous liquid.

When the liquid sticks to her mouth, it seeps from the corner of her mouth into her mouth, making her feel a little sweet.

Chu Xintian knew that it was the smell of blood.

She looked up and found that the blood was dripping from Zhao Wu's body.

Chu Xintian had just fallen off the cliff, but he didn't say a word. Mainly because of the fear that her life was coming to an end. How could she say that?

Now that she has been caught by Zhao Wu, her sanity has returned. Chu Xintian knew that the wound on Zhao Wu's shoulder had been pulled out.

His shoulder blade was the worst wounded, and it wasn't good at all.

Now such a strenuous exercise pulls, then, will leave so much blood, more and more flowing.

Zhao Wu's blood flowed all the way to his arm. After a while, Chu Xintian and Zhao Wu's part of the handshake was covered in blood.

The blood was wet and thick, so slippery that the hands of the two men began to loosen.

Chu Xintian has always been like this, hanging one arm and using the strength of her arm to support her whole body.

Although she is not a weak woman, she cannot weigh more than a man. But her weight and clothes also weighed more than 100 pounds, and they were all hanging on one of her arms. Chu Xintian was exhausted. Now her hands and Zhao Wu's hands are getting looser and looser, and she can't hold them at all.

To be honest, Chu Xintian didn't want to die. She lives well. Who wants to die?

But at this point, it's as if God doesn't want her to live.

"Young Marshal Zhao, let go of me!" Chu Xintian felt that God wanted her life. She didn't want to involve Zhao Wu.

She knew that Zhao Wu was also gritting her teeth.

The wound on the torn shoulder blade hurts!

His wounds are bleeding!

"No, I'm not going to give up! Chu Xintian, hold on to Ben Shuai!" Zhao Wu's deep voice came from above Chu Xintian's head. At the same time, he held Chu Xintian's hand. Although his hands were stained with blood, Zhao Wu had no intention of letting go.

When he spoke to Chu Xintian, he even said to the soldiers in a commanding tone.

Zhao Wu did not allow Chu Xintian to give up his life.

He would never let Chu Xintian's hand leave easily!

"Rope! Put the rope down!" Zhao Wu glanced at Chu Xintian and yelled at the stone bridge firmly.

His voice was basically on the verge of anger.

"Thank you, Young Marshal Zhao......" Chu Xintian knew why Zhao Wu was in such a hurry.

Because she knew, that person must also understand that the two of them, the hand they were holding, was slowly letting go, and Chu Xintian's hand was slowly sliding down inch by inch in Zhao Wu's palm.