Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Wilson and several bodyguards stood in front of Ximen Longting. Every time he took a step, the bridge collapsed violently.

"Don't move, everyone don't move..."

The masked man standing on the bridge did not dare to move.

Gong Zihua tapped the armrest with her fingers, smiling charmingly: "Hand it over, or let you all die together?"

"Gong Zihua, you really promised to let them go?"

"I promise."

"Stupid woman, do you trust him again?" Ximen Longting said coldly, "He is not worthy of trust."

"I know he wants the treasure. Maybe I have something to do with the treasure hunt. He won't do anything to me... If he doesn't let you go, I will die and come to accompany you." Jing Jiaren clasped her fingers tightly Ximen Longting felt regretful in his heart.

I always thought that Gong Zihua was a big boy with no plans...

It was her miscalculation, too gullible.

"Do you think it's that easy for you to die if it falls into his hands?" Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes coldly, "Don't be naive!"

When the time comes, her hands and feet will be bound, and she can't help but want to die.

"Stay with me, I won't let you take any risks."

Jing Jiaren smiled wryly: "But believe him or not...we don't have a second way."

"Yes." Ximen Longting looked forward with startled eyes.

It was only then that Jing Jiaren realized that not far from them, there was a huge chain hanging from it, and a huge cross was hung on the chain.

There was a dried skeleton on the cross, the dust and rags shaking in the wind.

It turns out that this place should be a sacrificial altar, and this bridge is used to send prisoners to the cross...

Ximen Longting held a lamp to illuminate it, and there was a wooden bridge like this on the opposite side.

He lowered his head slightly, and whispered in her ear: "As long as we go to the other side of the bridge, there will be a new way out."

Gong Zihua raised her eyes and glanced at them: "Have you discussed it? I have plenty of time to wait slowly... But I'm afraid this bridge won't wait for anyone."

Jing Jiaren glanced at the cross, which was about two meters away: "Can you jump over it?"

If you can't make it through, you just fall straight down.

The corners of Ximen Longting's mouth curled up wickedly: "Don't believe me?"

"..."

"Who said that death will not separate me?" Ximen Longting gently stroked her bangs.

How could he hand over his woman to another man?

A cold and stern light fell on Gong Zihua's face, and Ximen Longting's eyes were filled with murderous intent.This man's life is decided by him.

Click——

Another half of the bridge was cracked, and Ximen Longting frowned: "Wilson."

The bridge splits rapidly from left to right...

Probably because most of the masked people stand on the left side, carrying too much weight.

Jing Jiaren and Ximen Longting stood on the right, at the end of the bridge.

Wilson glanced at Ximen Longting's gaze, understood the meaning, put the flashlight on his waist, ran over at a start, jumped onto the cross with ease, and grabbed the chain.

Gong Zihua's face changed slightly, and he ordered a few words in a cold voice.

Jing Jiaren frowned, she couldn't possibly jump over it, two meters...how could she have their skills?

Suddenly her body was hugged.

Jing Jiaren clutched his clothes in surprise: "What do you want to do?"

It was almost impossible for two people to jump across, but he actually wanted to jump with her in his arms?

"Ximen Longting, let me go. You go! Gong Zihua is useful to keep me, he won't let me die!"

"To shut up!"

"We're both going to die this way."

The bridge has collapsed to the vicinity, and if it is a few tens of seconds slower, there may not even be room for a start...