The sharp thorns pierced into her delicate palm because of her force, and she sweated in pain.

Below her, there was a stream of water more than twenty meters, and it was impossible for her to let go.

Her whole body hung on the cliff wall, relying only on one hand to pull the thorny plant, and on her forehead, cold sweat mixed with the rain, so that she had no time to wipe it off.

The palm of her hand, covered with hundreds of thorns, pierced with dazzling blood, slowly slid down the vine of the plant to her arm.

She gritted her teeth, grabbed the plants on the side and slowly climbed down, the pain in her palm had numbed her, and there were several blood marks and bruises on her face.

At last, when she reached the ground, her feet were already soaked with the stream below her, and the biting chill crept up from the soles of her feet, making her shiver with cold.

The rain in the sky, pouring down, did not seem to stop or weaken, Feng Qinyu's hand, into his arms, fortunately, the red pill flower was not wet by the rain.

She used her sleeve to protect the red pill in her arms, and quickened her pace to leave, but who knows, the soles of her feet slipped, and she didn't have time to prepare, and the whole person fell into the water.

While Chidan was not yet submerged in the water, she wrapped the flower with another sleeve that was still dry, gritted her teeth and stood up from the water, but wave after wave of unevenness, a large stone next to her was washed down by the current, and smashed into her ankle at the moment when she stood up.

"Uh......"

The terrible pain made her face turn pale, and she could no longer stand up.

One hand wanted to grasp Chidan, and she could only free one hand to move the boulder, but as long as she moved, the fatal pain made her dare not make any further movements.

Half an hour passed, and the stone had not been moved on her feet, but Feng Qinyu's strength was weakening little by little.

She didn't go on, just sat in the cold water, watching the rain and streams cascading over her, and she was chilling.

Looking at her ankle pressed by the boulder, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

fell into this field, even God played tricks on her like this, she can be regarded as the most unlucky princess since ancient times.

She never believed in fate, and she never complained about the sky, but this time, she was really a little resentful.

If nothing has changed, if everything is still the same as before, then Brother Yunlie at that time would definitely look for her to go crazy.

Now here, it's dark, there's no one around, the only thing you can hear is the sound of running water and thunder.

Perhaps, she may die here today, silently.

Her eyes were hot, and tears were mixed with the rain, sliding down the corners of her mouth, a little salty, a little astringent.

After a while, the stones on her feet were moved by the stream washed down from upstream, Feng Qinyu moved her ankles, and the cold stream froze her feet a little unconscious.

She supported herself on her hands, stood up, and moved her feet with all her might, and finally, having regained some strength in her feet, she moved with great difficulty to a large rock on the side and sat down.

The people were already drenched in the rain, and the rain seemed to have had enough, and finally stopped.

At this time, she was soaking wet, her sideburns were messy and her hair was sticking to her cheeks, and the rain penetrated her whole body, making her shiver with cold, and after resting for about half an hour, she barely regained her strength, stood up from the boulder, and limped back.