Lin Fan had never hugged Ye Ningshuang's waist in his life.

Of course, he wouldn't think about this on weekdays, but when he fell into the endless abyss at this moment, he felt that her waist was so soft, and if she died together like this, it would be worth it.

However, the moment this thought just popped up, Lin Fan immediately had other thoughts that he had never thought of before, so he wanted to survive, he wanted to hug her waist for the rest of his life.

The cliffs on the top of the snowy mountains seem to have endless distances, and the two people who fell frantically did not smell the breath of death, as if they would never fall to the ground, their bodies pierced through the dense fog between the cliffs, as if they had pierced through the clouds, and when they squinted their eyes, they could even see the starry sky faintly outside the fog, which made them feel as if they had fallen into the starry sky.

Ye Ningshuang's hands also hugged Lin Fan, she didn't want to die, she didn't want to live, she didn't even think about life and death.

It's just that she suddenly found that Lin Fan seemed to have grown a lot, his shoulders were very thick, his arms were very strong, and he was no longer the little boy she picked up in a pool of blood back then.

The moment this feeling appeared, they fell wildly for about ten zhang, and in the middle of these ten zhang, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes fixed on Lin Fan's delicate face.

Then, she suddenly found that Lin Fan seemed to have matured a lot after going to the outer gate for half a year, his face no longer had a childish appearance, the bridge of his nose began to straighten, his eyes seemed to be more and more energetic, and the most important thing was why his eyelashes were so long now?

So her face burned a little hotter.

If it was in the past, Ye Ningshuang would definitely dodge and retreat when she had this wonderful feeling, but now it is different, she was hit by the demon fox finger fist three times in a row, and the ribs in the lower left lower abdomen should have been broken, and she forcibly consumed her life with the hilt of the sword as a hammer, and now Ye Ningshuang is the weakest moment in her life.

When a woman is fragile and weak, she will most want to find a shoulder to lean on, and it seems that this can effectively relieve fatigue.

Ye Ningshuang is the same now, she actually leaned her forehead on Lin Fan's shoulder when the two of them fell wildly, and then she seemed to remember the situation at this time, but at this moment it no longer seemed important, she only felt that this was very good, very stable, even if she fell into meat mud the next moment, at least she would have a companion.

Lin Fan didn't think so, he was trying to find a chance to survive.

The hateful thing is that although they fell almost close to the straight cliff, there was no vegetation growing on the cliff for them to relieve the force of the fall, but it was as smooth as a mirror.

Therefore, Lin Fan could only use his own way to alleviate the falling force, and his right hand lifted the Qingfeng Sword and tried to insert it into the cliff.

Of course, at this moment, his right hand was about to do something, and his left hand naturally hugged Ye Ningshuang even tighter.

So, the two stuck together thoroughly.

Lin Fan was about to exert his right hand, but at this moment, there was a wonderful feeling that attacked his body and mind again.

Still soft, very soft.

But it's not just about the waist.

Lin Fan inexplicably thought of Ye Ningshuang's small flat chest when he was a child, and had to sigh that it was really a female eighteen changes.

As soon as this thought came out, it was instantly stifled by himself, and he kept telling himself in his heart that he wanted to live, to live, to make himself more focused.

It's just that the seemingly extremely powerful reason of "wanting to live" is too powerless in front of the love of children.

Lin Fan didn't succeed in convincing himself, he wanted to live and live in his heart, and finally became really soft.

Fortunately, the iceberg cliff seemed to be really endless distance from the ground, and although Lin Fan's confused thoughts delayed for some time, he did not miss something.

The Qingfeng Sword was riveted by Lin Fan and inserted into the cliff with all his strength, but the moment the tip of the sword collided with the wall, the sharpened iron of the Qingfeng Sword did not pierce through the front, but rubbed countless dazzling sparks.

In the high-speed fall, Lin Fan was caught off guard, and the Qingfeng Sword completely got out of his hand, leaving only an extremely faint trace on the cliff, and then flew into the fog and disappeared in a circle.

And Lin Fan had just taken out the sword and charged too strongly, he didn't expect that the sharpness of the Qingfeng sword could not pierce the stone wall, and he held the hilt of the sword for a little longer, and naturally the white bone at the wrist pierced through the skin and stabbed out.

This pain made him roar, but Ye Ningshuang in his arms hugged him tighter.

Lin Fan lowered his head, and he could see that the cold air was constantly surging around the two of them, and he could also see Ye Ningshuang's somewhat blushing face.

So he ignored the injury to his right wrist, pulled out his waist, and followed him with a blind cane since childhood.

It's just that since the last time he came back from the ice cave, this blind cane has lost the packaging of Ye Ningshuang in the past, and has become as short and broken as before, and even with Lin Fan's current height, unless it is to go up the mountain, it can't even be used as a crutch.

But he still brought it, out of habit over the years, and of course because when he was in the ice cave, he used this seemingly broken short sword to cut Ren Jiacong's Xuantie heavy sword.

Lin Fan knew how extraordinary it was since then, but he had never compared this short sword with Qing Feng, so Qing Feng couldn't pierce the stone wall, and he didn't know if the short sword could pierce it.

What's more, at this time, the flesh and bones of his right hand were rolled, and it was difficult to use his strength again.

But he did it anyway, because of the injury in his right hand, this time he was a little slow to thrust his backhand short sword into the cliff, and he couldn't even see the power movement.

But the moment the tip of the short sword came into contact with the stone wall, Lin Fan's eyes lit up, and the tip of the short sword, which seemed to have been rusted, pierced into the cliff, extremely shallow, but after falling for a moment, looking up, this scar was much more obvious than the scar left by the Qingfeng sword.

Lin Fan finally saw hope at this time, so he increased the strength of his right hand.

The tip of the sword sank into the stone wall an inch, and a huge reaction force instantly seemed to shatter Lin Fan's right arm.

Lin Fan felt that the bones of his right arm had begun to bend, but fortunately, a trace of vitality appeared in his body at some point, and he sent all this trace of vitality into his right arm, and the falling momentum began to ease, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears was significantly reduced.

Lin Fan's spirits were greatly lifted, he wanted to send the broken sword deeper into it, so that the momentum of his and Ye Ningshuang's fall would be slower.

But at this moment, he looked down and saw a patch of snow white in the gap that had been exposed in the fog.

There was no doubt that it was a field of snow, and at the speed at which they were falling, it would not take ten breaths to completely fall to the ground, and if he could not slow down the falling speed at this time, he could only pray that the snow in that field was as deep as the sea.

Otherwise, they will surely die.

Ye Ningshuang also noticed that it was not far from the ground at this time.

She was extremely weak and didn't have much thought about life and death, but she suddenly understood how terrible the unexplained fear was at the moment of death.

So she also stretched out a hand and held it in Lin Fan's hand.

And with the tacit understanding between the two, there is naturally no need to say much at this life-and-death moment, the two of them worked together, and the broken sword went three inches deeper, and in an instant, countless small broken rocks burst out, pouring on the heads of the two like rain.

Lin Fan only felt a huge force coming, and the hands of the two of them holding the hilt of the sword turned white, as if they couldn't bear this power any longer, how could they pay attention to the stone that burst out and burrowed into his collar and hood.

However, in three breaths, the hands and wrists of the two of them were upturned, and the broken sword seemed to be flying sideways.

At this moment, they only did one thing, gritted their teeth, and tried their best to persevere.

Then the speed became slower and slower, the force of the fall became smaller and smaller, and the wrist and the broken sword began to appear to be level, and finally they cut through the rock wall for an unknown number of feet, and fell into the snow.

The snow was thick, and when the two fell into it, they splashed in waves, not as deep as the sea, but like a lake.

After the eyes, ears, mouth and nose were frantically filled with snow, Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang's castration finally stopped, and after a burst of coughing and violent wheezing, Ye Ningshuang and Lin Fan opened their eyes with tears and snot and saw each other.

Then the two laughed, in the snow pit smashed by the two, her smile was still so embarrassing, but Lin Fan's was not good-looking, her face was full of wounds cut by small stones, but there was no doubt that both of them were extremely happy.

Because they really survived.

It's just that I don't know why they survived, whether it should be due to the broken sword, or if she really wanted to lean on his shoulder, or if he really wanted to hold her little waist for the rest of his life