Quick time to get rid of Marysu

Chapter 275 Monk, Your Heart Is Disturbed (25)
The group of people over there looked at the two of them with disdain, and after that, they didn't intend to talk any more nonsense, and went straight up.

Qingmu faced the four or fifty of them alone, while Jian Ning dealt with the others on the side. The two of them matched up well.

But in the end, two fists were no match for four hands, outnumbered, Qing Mu and Jian Ning were forced to the edge of the cliff.

"Jiaruo Temple is worthy of being Jiaruo Temple. One person is worth dozens of us. It's a pity that there are too few of you. Otherwise, we would really fall into your hands."

The leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qing Mu with admiration and ruthlessness.

He said and then raised the sword in his hand, intending to send them off for the last time.

Jian Ning suddenly grabbed Qing Mu's hand, turned to ask him: "Are you afraid of death?"

Qing Mu looked at her with fixed eyes: "Death, what are you afraid of?"

Jian Ning suddenly smiled and held his hand: "How could you die in the hands of these people? If you jump, you might still have a chance of survival. Are you willing to accompany me?"

Qing Mu looked at her and said only one word.

"it is good."

So, under the incomprehensible eyes of those people, the two jumped off the ten-thousand-foot deep cliff.

"Nimma, is this really a dance?"

"Then how can we go back to do business? We can't go down here!"

The person in the lead looked at the direction of the cliff with uncertain eyes.

"This ten-thousand-foot deep horizon is not just for fun. It also has a beautiful name called the End of Death, because no one who jumps will survive."

"What if the lord says that you have to see people for life and corpses for death?"

"Tell me the truth, I believe the lord will understand."

So several people searched on the edge of the cliff again, and then left slowly.

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The cold and violent wind blew on their faces, rustling the corners of their clothes.

At this time, Jian Ning's hand was still holding Qing Mu's hand, and she teased the other person: "I didn't expect that although we were not born in the same year and the same month, we died in the same year and the same month. This can be considered a kind of fate!"

There was a light in Qing Mu's eyes that couldn't be ignored.

"Believe me, we won't die so easily."

"Have a dagger? Give me one."

Jian Ning handed him the dagger she had hidden to see what he was going to do.

Qing Mu took the dagger over with a calm expression on his face, but there was no unnecessary movement in his hand.

His eyes sharpened suddenly, and he found the right moment to stab the dagger out.

The dagger blade made a noisy friction sound on the steep stone wall, and even the feeling of high speed could spark sparks.

After a while of friction, the dagger finally stopped and got stuck in a small groove.

At this time, Qing Mu was holding the end of the dagger with his hand, and the movement of his left hand also changed, from holding her hand to hugging her waist.

With the right hand exerting force, the faint blue veins on the hand popped out all of a sudden, looking a bit hideous.

He said that he was offended, but his face was very flat, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

When the two stopped, there was a cave a few meters below, which might be the lair of some kind of animal.

However, this is the only option currently.As for whether the road ahead is life or death, it is still unknown.

"Let's fight, what if it's a way out?"

"Okay. Hold me tight."

Kiss your hands around his waist, and cheer him up: "Little Master Qingmu, you have to work hard! My little life is in your hands."

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and said lightly: "I will try my best."

(End of this chapter)