silently

Pick, stab, chop, hack.

Cheng Moyan danced the cold and formidable broadsword in his hand vigorously, surrounded by bandits, and tore a gap.

However, although her martial arts were not bad, she still had to protect Liang Yu who was beside her, so she couldn't hold on any longer and was scratched on her arm.

As for Liang Yu, even though she was covered in injuries, she tried her best to cooperate with Cheng Moyan.

After repelling the bandits who attacked from one side, Cheng Moyan was exhausted.

What worried her even more was that Liang Yu's situation was very grim, because she was so weak that she could barely open her eyes.

Fighting and retreating, until they retreated to a cliff, the two finally reached the point where there was no way to retreat.

Cheng Moyan stepped on the edge of the cliff and looked down. It wasn't bottomless, and he could vaguely see a piece of green, but he couldn't see anything else clearly. In short, it would be good for the two of them to fall down.

Looking down from a high altitude was daunting, Cheng Moyan subconsciously led Liang Yu back a few steps.

Looking back, there are bandits behind them.

Cheng Moyan had no doubts that if the two of them didn't jump, they would definitely be dead. If they jumped, there might be a chance of survival.

Her eyes fell on the cold knife in her right hand.

The mirror-like blade was stained with blood from fighting with people, and a little cold light condensed on the thin blade, as if it was flowing non-stop, adding to the sharp coolness, reflecting Cheng Moyan's bright and determined face.

Cheng Moyan tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, his knuckles turned white from the force.

Looking sideways at each other, Liang Yu leaned on her shoulder and closed his eyes tightly. His face was already pale, his lips were blue, and he was dying.

"Liang Yu." Cheng Moyan called her softly, and Liang Yu barely nodded.

"Would you like to..." She hesitated to ask, and then continued to ask, "gamble with me?"

Cheng Moyan's meaning was obvious, and when she said the last word, there was only firmness in her tone.

Liang Yu probably also knew that they were in a difficult situation, and she didn't have much time to think about it. She almost uttered a word without thinking, and it fell into Cheng Moyan's ears vaguely.

"it is good."

Upon receiving Liang Yu's answer, Cheng Moyan took a deep breath, and before she had time to prepare, she held Liang Yu tightly with one arm and the blood-stained sword with the other, and jumped forward.

The bandits who were closest behind could only touch the corners of their flying clothes.

They didn't pay any attention to the shouting and shouting behind them.

When falling against the wind, the wind whistling in the ears, the hunting wind blew fiercely on the side of the face, the pain was like a knife being cut, the rolled up clothes rustled, and the scenery in front of me quickly reversed.

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……

Cheng Moyan woke up earlier than Liang Yu, and it was already the top of the moon at that time.

She and Liang Yu jumped down from the high valley. Fortunately, there was a stream at the bottom of the valley.

When she woke up, she didn't know how long she had been soaked in the stream, and her clothes were completely wet.

Cheng Moyan moved his body, his right shoulder and wrist ached.Probably apart from being injured in the fight with the bandit, during the fall, in order to prevent the two of them from falling too hard, they stabbed a knife into the stone wall to borrow strength, so they suffered a little bit, as if they were a little dislocated.

Cheng Moyan sat up vigorously, looked around, and saw Liang Yu not far away, her body was also submerged in the water.

Cheng Moyan stood up, waded through the knee-high stream, and walked towards Liang Yu.

Liang Yu's situation was the same as hers. Cheng Moyan leaned over and probed Liang Yu's breath with his undislocated hand—although it was faint, it was long and lasting.

Only then did Cheng Moyan let go of her hanging heart. She held her right wrist with her left hand, squeezed it a few times, and pulled it loosely a few times. After a "click", she connected the dislocated wrist.

It's just that it still hurts so much that she bared her teeth. Fortunately, Liang Yu didn't see her, Cheng Moyan thought.

It's just... Cheng Moyan looked at the shore in the distance, and then at Liang Yu who was almost lying dead. It seemed that "there is a long way to go".

……

……

It took a lot of effort to drag Liang Yu to the shore with half support and half drag.

She can only use one hand, so there will inevitably be some bumps, but during this period, Liang Yu didn't move at all.She just frowned tightly, as if in pain and anxiety.

When they got to the shore, suddenly there was a gust of cold wind, and Liang Yu shrank himself into a ball.

She had arthralgia, and Cheng Moyan wanted to take off his clothes to protect her from the cold, touching the sleeves with his hands, only to realize that his clothes were also cold.

She had no choice but to arrange Liang Yu in a more appropriate place, and then went to pick up some dry firewood and came back.

After collecting firewood, he managed to light a fire. A long time had passed, and Cheng Moyan wanted to dry their clothes.

Liang Yu's clothes were already covered with blood, and there was almost no clean place, but because her outer robe was scarlet, it was hard to find it.

And when Cheng Moyan took off her coat, she revealed her white underwear stained with blood.The white underwear was already soaked, and it was clinging to Liang Yu's body.What was covered under the sleeves were Liang Yu's wounds of various sizes, deep and shallow.

After Cheng Moyan brushed off Liang Yu's underwear, he saw the white satin used to wrap Liang Yu's chest.

The white satin also looked wet, tightly wrapped around Liang Yu's chest, layer by layer, undulating with her shallow breathing.

The wet white satin wrapped around Liang Yu's body must be uncomfortable, Cheng Moyan intends to untie it for her, but... her fingers just touched the soft fabric, and Cheng Moyan, who is not too thin-skinned, felt his face faintly showing signs of heating.

"..." You don't need to think about it to know what kind of scenery is under the white satin.The two are both women, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be any embarrassment, but when one of them has some indescribable feelings for the other, he is not so frank.

"Sigh." Cheng Moyan sighed, these days have really tested her a lot.

The author has something to say: The author doesn’t know how to write about people doing battles, so let’s just leave it at that, I’ve tried my best after being stuck for so long, and I can’t express my expressions, so I’d better buy a cute one, so as not to be photographed to death (???????)