Chapter Forty-Seven: Ling Feng Falls
"Xiaoqing, give me your hand." Black Whirlwind struggled, reaching out and keeping his balance with his feet firmly against the petals and the edge of the rock wall.
He was supposed to save Ling Feng before, but he didn't expect Xiaoqing to help Ling Feng stop him.
What's even more unexpected is that although Xiaoqing's eyelids are rolling up in pain, the corners of her eyes are still slightly open to both sides, which seems to reveal a faint joy and happiness.
What was she happy about? What are you glad about?
Is it really...
"Hmm—" A low moan broke his thoughts, and a dragonfly's watery skin touch plucked the strings of Black Whirlwind's anxious heart.
At this time, Xiaoqing's consciousness was already a little blurred, and the direction of his hand was also a little erratic. Although the eyes were trying to open, the slits of the eyes were only slightly opened.
But, despite this, she still wanted to use her last bit of strength to tilt her head in Ling Feng's direction to see if he was injured.
Although his head could not be deflected due to his lack of physical strength, Yu Guang finally found out Ling Feng's condition with the swaying of the vines and the efforts of his will.
So, the corners of Xiaoqing's mouth twitched up slightly, and her brows soothed a little.
But in less than two seconds, everything was back to normal. Then, tiny waves still rippled between the two thin lips.
"Hmm..."The black whirlwind tried to reach his hand forward, but Xiaoqing's hand was always shaking around and uncertain because of his weakness, so it was difficult to grasp.
So, I lowered my eyes a little and slowly slid my feet down the barrier between the petals and the rock wall.
Every step is very cautious, and even the breathing is as light as possible.
Because of this fall, not only was his life gone, but Xiaoqing's hope of survival was also reduced.
"Beep beep beep." There was a loud noise overhead, and judging by the quality of the sound, it can be assumed that it was made by the person who had previously announced that it was starting to make a trembling sound.
Jiang Zi, who was clutching the rope and crawling down, trying to rescue Ling Feng, paused slightly, his lower body pressed against the petals as much as possible, and his two legs were buckled inward in the form of butterfly wings.
Then I lifted my head slightly, which was a little heavy, and saw that the gradient bar had turned yellow.
Holy shit!
The guy who announced the start of the pass didn't remind him when the gradient bar changed color in the previous level, but this time he pretended to be a good person! It is estimated that there is a fried!
Thinking of this, Lei Jiangzi's thick eyebrows tightened slightly, and his teeth touched his lips a little, as if he was angry about this.
Moving his eyes down, he found that Ling Feng seemed to be a little unable to hold on, so he quickly retracted his thoughts and grabbed the rope and climbed down.
"Ling Feng, remember to think about Xianzi." Jiang Zi crawled and turned his mouth downward.
Although this may seem stupid, because shouting loudly is not only likely to further irritate the white creatures below, but also for Ling Feng, who is a little dazed, it may go in and out of the right ear.
Although Xian Zi was very important in Ling Feng's heart, when the venom was all over his body and corroded his consciousness, the thoughts that were tightly lifted in his heart and the spirit that his brain was strong enough to support would only exacerbate the further inflammation of the wound and the further invasion of the venom.
But even if Jiang Zi knew all the disadvantages of shouting loudly, he still had to do it, because once Ling Feng couldn't hold on and let go of the vines, then he would fall directly into the cold pool.
"Ahh A low moan was followed by a heavy thud.
Ling Feng was powerless to grasp the vines and fell free......
At that moment, he felt his whole body relax a little, and his head seemed to be empty, but his heart was still a little heavy.
Half a tear puffed in the corners of his eyes, and his half-open and half-closed eyes seemed to be struggling with something, but it seemed to be too late......
White creatures lurking in the cold pool are grinning and waiting to meet their prey.
But slowly, the white creature felt something was not quite right, and turned uncomfortably in the water a few times.
What's going on?