Lin Fan has never hugged Ye Ningshuang's slim 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. If she died together like this, it would be worth it.

However, the moment this thought came out, Lin Fan immediately had other ideas that he had never thought about before, so he wanted to survive, and he wanted to hold her waist for the rest of his life.

The cliffs on the top of the snowy mountain seem to be endless distance. The two people who fell wildly did not smell the breath of death, and seemed to never fall to the ground. Their bodies penetrated through the thick fog between the cliffs, as if they had penetrated through the clouds. They could even see the starry sky vaguely outside the fog, which made them feel as if they had fallen into the starry sky.

Ye Ningshuang also hugged Lin Fan with both hands. She did not want to die or live. She did not even consider the issue of life and death.

But suddenly I found that Lin Fan seemed to have grown up a lot, with thick shoulders and strong arms. He was no longer the little boy she picked up in a pool of blood back then.

The moment this feeling appeared, they fell about ten feet. Among them, her cheeks turned red, and her eyes were frozen on Lin Fan's pretty face.

Then, she suddenly realized that Lin Fan had been going to the outer door for half a year and seemed to be much more mature. His face no longer looked tender, his nose bridge began to be straight, and his eyes seemed to be more and more vivid. The most important thing is why his eyelashes are so long now?

So her face became hotter.

If it were in the past, Ye Ningshuang would dodge and retreat when she had this wonderful feeling, but now it is different. She was hit by a three-fold attack on the fox finger and the palm of her hand. The ribs on the lower left abdomen should have been broken. She forced her life to use the hilt of the sword as a hammer. Now Ye Ningshuang is the weakest moment in her life.

Women are most likely to find a shoulder to rely on when they are fragile and weak, as if 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. Then she seemed to remember her situation at this moment, but it was no longer important at this moment. She just felt that this was very good and very stable. Even if she fell into a meat paste 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.

What’s hateful is that although they fell almost against the straight cliff, no plant grew on the cliff to relieve the fallen force, but instead they were as smooth as a mirror.

Therefore, Lin Fan could only use his own way to relieve the fallen force. He lifted the Qingfeng sword with his right hand and tried to insert it into the cliff.

Of course, at this moment, his right hand wanted to do things, and his left hand naturally hugged Ye Ningshuang even more.

So, the two of them completely stuck together.

Lin Fan was originally planning to exert force with his right hand, but at this time he had a wonderful feeling that once again attacked his body and mind.

Still soft, very soft.

But it's not just a soft waist.

Lin Fan inexplicably thought of Ye Ningshuang's small flat breasts when he was a child, and had to sigh that it was true that the girl changed a lot.

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

But the seemingly extremely powerful reason for "living" seems too powerless in the face of love between children.

Lin Fan failed to convince himself that he wanted to survive and survive in his heart, but in the end he became really soft.

Fortunately, the iceberg cliff seems to be endless distance from the ground. Although Lin Fan's confused thoughts took some time, they did not make any mistakes.

The Qingfeng sword was inserted into the cliff by Lin Fan with all his strength, but the moment the sword tip collided with the wall, the Qingfeng sword, which was as sharp as mud, did not pierce the front, but rubbed countless dazzling Mars.

During the high-speed fall, Lin Fan was caught off guard, and the Qingfeng sword completely escaped, leaving only an extremely faint trace on the cliff, and then circled into the fog and disappeared.

Lin Fan had just drawn the sword and had a strong accumulating force, so he never expected that the sharpness of the Qingfeng sword could not pierce the stone wall. He held the hilt of the sword for a while, so naturally the white bones on his wrist penetrated and pierced straight out.

The pain made him growl, but Ye Ningshuang in his arms hugged him tighter.

Lin Fan lowered his head, and he could see the cold air flowing up the bodies of the two of them, and he could also see Ye Ningshuang's slightly blushing face.

So he ignored the injury of his right wrist and pulled out his waist, following his blind stick since childhood.

However, since the last time I came back from the ice cave, this blind stick has lost its previous packaging, and has become as short and broken as before. With Lin Fan's current height, unless he goes up the mountain, he will not even be useful for the crutch.

But he still brought it. Out of his habits over the years, and of course, when he was in the ice cave, he used this seemingly broken short sword to cut off Ren Jiacong's black iron heavy sword.

Lin Fan has since known its extraordinaryness, but he has never compared this short sword with Qingfeng, so even Qingfeng cannot pierce through the stone wall, and he does not know whether the short sword can pierce through it.

What's more, his right hand was rolling up at this time, and it was difficult to use his strength.

But he did it anyway. Because of the injury of his right hand, this time he held a dagger in his backhand and inserted his movements into the cliffs with a slow movement, and he could not even see the force movement.

But the moment the sword tip of the dagger came into contact with the stone wall, Lin Fan's eyes lit up. The sword tip of the dagger, which seemed to have been rusted, pierced into the cliff, was extremely shallow, but after falling for a moment, looking up, it 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, and a huge reaction force seemed to be about to shatter Lin Fan's right arm.

Lin Fan felt that the bones of his right arm had begun to bend. Fortunately, a trace of vitality appeared in his body at some point. He sent all this vitality into his right arm, and the fall began to ease, and the sound of howling wind in his ears was significantly reduced.

Lin Fan was greatly inspired. He wanted to send the broken sword deeper so that his and Ye Ningshuang's downward momentum would be slower.

But at this moment, he lowered his head and saw a snow-white patch in the cracks exposed by the fog.

There is no doubt that it was a piece of snow. At their falling speed at this time, they would fall completely without ten breaths. If the falling speed could not be alleviated at this time, he could only pray that the snow in the snow was as deep as the sea.

Otherwise, the two will definitely die.

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

She was extremely weak and had no idea about life and death, but suddenly realized how terrible that unsuccessful fear was when facing death.

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

With the tacit understanding between the two, there is no need to say much at this critical moment of life and death. The two of them exerted their strength together, and the broken sword penetrated three inches deep. In an instant, countless tiny broken rocks burst out, and they were poured on the heads of the two as if they were raining.

Lin Fan only felt a huge force coming, and the hands of the two holding the hilt of the sword became white, as if they could no longer bear this power, so they would not pay attention to the bursting stones that penetrated into his collar and hood.

However, between three breaths, the wrists of the two hands were raised upwards, and the broken sword seemed to fly out.

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 fallen force became smaller and smaller, and the wrists and the broken sword began to be in a state of equality. In the end, they cut through the rock walls of countless feet and fell into the snow.

The snow was very thick, and the two of them fell and splashed snow waves. Although they were not as deep as the sea, they were like a lake.

After the eyes, ears, mouth and nose were filled with snow, Lin Fan and Ye Ningshuang finally stopped. After a cough and violent gasps, Ye Ningshuang and Lin Fan shed tears and opened their eyes with their noses and saw each other.

Then the two of them laughed. In the snow pit they smashed, her smile was still so awkward, but Lin Fan's was not good-looking, her face was covered with wounds cut by small stones, but it was undoubtedly both of them were extremely happy.

Because they really survived.

I just don’t know whether the reason why they survived should be attributed to the Broken Sword, or whether she really wanted to lean on his shoulder, or whether he really wanted to hug her slim waist for the rest of his life.
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