The senior sister who refuses to fall in love has become a god.

Bai Yuchuan's face suddenly turned pale, and bright red blood flowed from the icicles.

Qian Shu dragged his legs onto the rickety rope bridge. The long wind blew her hair and beard, and the silver plum blossoms on her hair looked very cold at this moment.

Qian Shu pierced his Dantian with a sword, looked at the raging river under the bridge, and mercilessly grabbed his legs and threw him down.

"If you like feeding fish, go and feed them."

She said coldly, Bai Yuchuan's body sank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he was swallowed up by the raging black river. The river was like a mouth that opened and closed. After eating him, it closed immediately, as if nothing had happened. .

Xiao Qinglong took off Qian Shu's clothes, shivering and sweating, thinking about whether he had said anything to make her unhappy.

Qian Shu stretched out two fingers and pinched it out, and asked quietly: "Do you also want to feed the fish?"

The little green dragon's bird head is about to be shaken off, how dare it.

Another gust of wind blew, causing the rope bridge to shake violently. Qian Shu's heart ached, and he loosened his fingers and fainted.

The little green dragon hid in her clothes and shivered, thinking that he, a majestic mythical beast, would one day have to look at the face of a mortal.

What a failure, such a failure.

I don't know how long it took, until the bright moon moved to the middle of the sky, the distant moonlight shone on her body, and even the shadow was clear, Qian Shu finally woke up.

She sat on the rope bridge, her whole body was sore, and the palms of her hands were so painful that they were numb.

Qian Shu raised his hand and saw that the palm of his hand was still stained with some unknown metal debris.

At this time, she was on the rope bridge, and she could not feel any spiritual power in her body. The moment she stepped onto the rope bridge, she had changed from a monk to a mortal.

"What happened just now? Why do I feel a little confused? I only remember throwing Bai Yuchuan off the rope bridge. Is that true?"

Qian Shu asked in confusion. She pulled the chains on both sides of the rope bridge and stood up shakily.

"It really can't be true anymore. If you jump down now, you might still see his innocent soul."

Xiao Qinglong said sharply, watching Qian Shu's eyes turn into a normal color, knowing that she had changed back.

Qian Shu clenched the iron chain as thick as his fist and looked down. The black water was churning, and the water waves slapped on both sides, making a swishing sound.

She took a deep breath, knowing that this person probably wouldn't survive. Even if he survived, it would be the end of losing all his cultivation. A monk who had lost all his cultivation would be better off dead.

The rope bridge was rickety, as if heralding her already precarious fate to be even worse.

"Was that still me just now?"

Qian Shu was a little confused for a moment. She stood in the center of the rope bridge, not knowing whether to continue to Wuyuan Cliff or return to Qianqiu Gate.

"Stop thinking about this, think about what you should do now. Do you want to run away overnight?"

Xiao Qinglong poked his head out of her clothes, glanced at the raging river, and then put it back.

After a while, Qian Shu sighed softly: "If I really escaped, wouldn't I be responsible for the murder of my fellow disciples? Now, I can only pretend that nothing happened and continue to the Wuyuan Cliff."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."

Xiao Qinglong opened his nose and smelled: "I always feel that there is a very attractive smell in this Wuyuan Cliff. It is very fragrant and fragrant, and it seems to contain huge energy."

Qian Shu kept walking along the rope bridge, but the rope bridge seemed to have no end. He could clearly see the opposite bank, but he couldn't get out as if a ghost was beating a wall.

Qian Shu was already out of breath from exhaustion, so she simply sat down on the ground. She sat cross-legged. The pain in her hands was very painful, but she rummaged through the storage bag and couldn't find a few useful pills. medicine.

Qian Shu gritted his teeth, crushed an elixir for treating trauma, and sprinkled it on the wound.

"Why does it feel like we have been standing still in the same place." Xiao Qinglong yawned: "I feel sleepy after walking."

"Why are you sleepy? You're not the one leaving." Qian Shu said somewhat gloomily.

He reached out and encountered a piece of black debris. Qian Shu picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was made of exactly the same material as the Xuanjian.

Xiao Qinglong was right. After walking for a long time, they were still walking in circles.

They're stuck on this bridge.

The night wind gets colder and the dark clouds cover the bright moon.

Qian Shu held the little Qinglong in his arms: "Change back."

"Why? Do you think my real body is cuter and more powerful?"

"No, your body is fatter and warmer."

The little green dragon was extremely speechless, but he still transformed back into a chubby white-blue pig. The soft and fine fur all over his body was indeed very warm. Holding the little green dragon was like holding a warm dumpling.

The night wind was getting colder and colder, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, dark clouds began to gather, and the dark gray balls gathered above the head.

However, the trestle was leaking from all directions, and even the boards under me were empty, with no place to block the rain.

Qian Shu hugged Xiao Qinglong tightly, and Xiao Qinglong also hugged her tightly. One person and one dragon were helpless on the rickety rope bridge.

"Qianshu, we are not going to die here. I don't want it. I'm still a baby. I don't want to die yet."

"You coward, we won't die. If we walk again, I won't be able to get out of this broken bridge if I don't believe it."

Qian Shu gritted his teeth, bent down and hugged the little green dragon, and plunged into the strong wind.

The strong wind covered the broken leaves. Qian Shu walked forward against the wind, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the wind.

The wind in Wuyuan Cliff was extremely cold, and the blowing wind made people's bones begin to ache, with a wet and sore feeling, as if the cold had penetrated into the cracks in the bones.

I don't know how long it took until the first drop of rain fell and hit the tip of her nose.

Then, the second drop, the third drop, until the overwhelming rain poured down, and the rain slid down her black hair into her neck.

Even the silver plum blossoms in her hair have dimmed a lot.

The little green dragon's fur was also wet and stuck to his body in a sticky state. The little green dragon suddenly lost weight and cried wildly next to Qian Shu.

"I'm going to die. The majestic beast is going to be soaked to death by a heavy rain. If we can't get out, sooner or later we will starve to death and die of exhaustion. Wuwuwu, Qian Shu, Qian Shu, please say something."

The rain wet her hairstyle, and some black hair covered her eyes. Qian Shu stretched out her cold white and slender hands to lift up the wet hair, adding a hint of coldness to her cold brows.

"Don't be afraid, we won't die. I finally realized how could I die on this mere bridge."

"The Cliff of Resentment, as the name suggests, requires people to give up all their resentment, purify their bones, calm their anger, so that they will not be happy with things, not sad with themselves, and be indifferent to themselves."

"To put it simply, it requires people to become desireless and indifferent. The resentment and fear we have at this moment will make Wuyuan Ya even more excited."