under the abyss,
Jiang Fa fell rapidly while holding Lu Pingping. There was a sharp sound in the air, and the darkness from all directions squeezed in like a substance, as if it was going to crush the two of them into powder.
He tried his best to insert the ghost head knife into the cliff.
"Clang!"
The blade cut into the gap in the cliff, causing sparks to fly and rubble to fly.
But the force of the fall was so fierce that the blade of the knife drew a long trajectory of Mars on the rock wall, unable to stop the falling momentum at all.
The blade shook violently and flew out of Jiang Fa's hand.
It's over!
Jiang Fa's heart sank,
The next moment, his back hit a rock wall that stretched out diagonally.
Severe pain came from his back, he groaned and almost fainted.
But it was this collision that changed the trajectory of the two men's fall. Immediately afterwards, their bodies began to roll down along a sloping cliff.
The two hugged each other, and the stone edges, gravel, and thorns tore their clothes to pieces, leaving traces of blood on their bodies.
Jiang Fa held Lu Pingping firmly in his arms, using his back to bear most of the impact.
His consciousness gradually became blurred under the continuous impact,
But he never let go.
He still tried his best to protect the girl in his arms.
After rolling for unknown lengths of time, maybe a few breaths, or maybe longer, his back suddenly hit a protruding boulder, his whole body was bounced up, and then he fell heavily onto a piece of soft moss.
The fall finally stopped.
Jiang Fa lay on his back on the moss, his left hand still tightly holding Lu Pingping's waist.
But his consciousness had long been blurred, and he fainted.
Lu Pingping lies on his chest,
It took him a while to wake up from the panic and weakness.
She closed her eyes first and felt her body.
Although most of the toxicity of Heart-Devouring Powder was forced out by the power of True Essence, there are still residues in the meridians, and the energy flow is stagnant. It will take at least three to five days to fully recover.
Fortunately, the bones were not broken, and the internal organs were only slightly shaken. Compared with the shattered bones expected when he fell, this was a blessing in misfortune.
She supported her arms, rolled off Jiang Fa, lay on her back, gasping for air, and looked at the top of the cliff above her head, where a few wisps of light shimmered through the pitch black.
Under the abyss, it turns out that the sun is not completely invisible.
The cliffs on both sides are like knives and axes, towering into the clouds, with only a ray of skylight in the distance.
Unknown vines grow in the gaps in the cliff, covered with moss, slippery and cold.
She suddenly remembered something, turned her head and began to look at the young man beside her.
The moonlight leaked from the gap on the top of the cliff, vaguely illuminating the side of his face.
He was younger than she expected.
Lu Pingping's eyes moved from his frowning brows to the straight bridge of his nose, and then from the outline of his jaw to his lips that were white from blood loss.
Looking at it this way, it was much more pleasing to the eye than she imagined.
His face seemed to have been polished by the mountain wind and the edge of a knife. It was sharp-edged, calm and restrained.
Even if he fainted at this moment, there was an indescribable tenacity between his eyebrows.
It doesn't look like a young man under twenty years old, but like a sharp blade that has been tempered repeatedly.
She carefully probed his breath,
"Fortunately, I still have energy,"
She felt relieved.
Her eyes moved down his chin.
His clothes were torn to pieces by gravel and thorns during the fall, exposing a large area of his chest and shoulders.
She saw the scars on his body.
The most eye-catching thing is a dark purple palm print on the left side of his chest that has not completely faded away, obviously the injury was serious.
She stretched out her hand, hesitated for a moment, and gently touched his pulse with her fingertips.
The moment her fingertips touched her skin, her eyes froze slightly.
Very hard skin.
The touch under the fingertips is so tough that it doesn't look like flesh and blood, but rather like fine iron.
She exerted a little force, and the skin was only slightly dented, and with a rebound force, her fingertips were gently pushed back.
"This man's skin is so tough that even a normal An Jin warrior can't break it with all his strength. No wonder he can't fall to death from such a height..."
"Who is this person from? Peak An Jin's cultivation level, but his physical body is so strong."
Lu Pingping was secretly surprised.
Although she was born in Dark Robe Guards, she had seen many warriors specializing in physical training in Qingyang Prefecture.
There are many people who are stronger than this young man, but most of them are older. There are very few people who have tempered their bodies to this point at such a young age.
She removed her fingers from his veins, hesitated for a moment, and gently pressed on the palm print on his chest.
The skin at the palm print is hot, and the muscles are slowly squirming with a very subtle rhythm, accelerating the dissipation of congestion.
She could feel a strange squirming rhythm in the palm of her hand, which lasted longer than any healing elixir she had ever seen.
"This person's body-training skills are definitely not low-grade. At least she has never seen any body-training skills that can reach this level..."
She thought to herself.
Wait, why does this person look so familiar?
She hadn't noticed it just now, but now the more she looked at this face, the more familiar it became.
Lu Pingping stared at him for a long time, searching for memories over and over in his mind.
She was sure that she had seen this face before, but she couldn't remember exactly where it was.
She frowned and moved closer, almost putting her face directly against his.
She used the faint light leaking from the top of the cliff to identify it carefully.
But her brows never relaxed, and she suddenly felt a little irritable.
She hates this feeling the most. The answer is clearly right in front of her, but there is a layer of window paper that cannot be penetrated.
"Where have you seen it before..."
She muttered something under her breath.
At this moment, Jiang Fa's eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.
This move shocked her.
She shrank back suddenly, and the back of her head almost hit the rock wall behind her.
At that moment, she felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
She bit her lip and cursed herself secretly.
Lu Pingping, what are you hiding from?
It's not like you've done anything wrong, so what's there to be afraid of?
But as soon as her eyes fell on his face, she looked away in an inexplicable panic.
She couldn't help but take a deep breath.
After her emotions calmed down, she had time to lower her head and look at herself. When she saw it, she was stunned.
It turned out that the black outfit she was wearing had been torn to pieces by rocks and thorns when she rolled down.
A long and narrow opening was opened from the left shoulder to the waist, revealing a large area of snow-white skin. The moon-white close-fitting dress underneath was also torn at the corners, and the spring light inside was vaguely visible.
The lower body was even more miserable, the knees were torn up and were torn apart.
The two slender and straight snow-white thighs were almost completely exposed, and were covered with fine bloodstains and bruises.
Her face suddenly burned up.
Just now, I was only focused on checking his injuries, but I didn't realize that I was already like this.
She bit her lower lip and hurriedly reached out to close the skirt of her chest. As soon as she touched the tear, the cloth "hissed" and split even further, and even the edge of her coat was torn apart.
She was almost ready to cry.
Ever since she was little, has she ever been so embarrassed?
Dark Robe Guards's trial is no more painful than rolling in mud and water a few times, and having to replace his torn clothes.
But now at the bottom of this abyss, there is no village, no store, no shelter, and there is a man lying next to him.
Although he has fainted now, God knows when he will wake up.
She subconsciously glanced at Jiang Fa and confirmed that his eyes were still closed, his breathing was shallow but steady, and there was indeed no sign of waking up, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
She immediately felt funny again.
In order to save her, this man jumped from such a high cliff, and even in the most dangerous moment, he still protected her in his arms.
But she is struggling with this kind of thing now, which is too unkind.
Shame is shame, truth is truth, they are two different things.