Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

In particular, she was directly thrown off the cliff by Ji Fengyun's admirer!

This is Chi Guoguo's murder!

The jealous woman is too terrible, but Ji Fengyun, the guy who attracts bees and butterflies, always leans towards her, and she is simply erected as a target!

Su Haitang snorted in his heart and almost choked.

Her thoughts are still so dark.

If Ji Fengyun really wanted to treat her, he wouldn't have to risk saving her just now.

But it may also be a bitter trick.

The two villains in Su Haitang's mind were tit-for-tat, and no one could convince anyone.

Su Haitang tore the white mist distractedly, pacing in place and drawing circles.

She had already suffered from being inaccurate, and she was really afraid that she would be fooled by Ji Fengyun again.

But Ji Fengyun did save her. Although the results were not satisfactory, the credit was real. She was too awkward to speculate about other people's motives in such a malicious way, right?

Besides, it is not his fault that Ji Fengyun looks good.

Forget it, I don’t want to, when I go back to call home, ask my parents to help analyze and give instructions, and Cheng Yuanzheng.

He can't find her, should he be anxious?

Why hasn't the little fox come to look for her yet? Isn't it back yet?

Su Haitang was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt an uncomfortable squeeze. The white mist around him tumbling and swelling uncomfortably, like boiling water, gurgling bubbles.

Su Haitang is like an impurity in the water.

She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't scream, and she felt unspeakable, as if every cell in her body was under irresistible pressure, and it was about to explode, being squeezed out of her body's moisture, turning her into a piece of water. The thin, hollow, crispy skin finally turned into powder.

The feeling of chaos was very long and very short, and soon with a bang, Su Haitang's eyes went black and plunged into darkness.

Ji Fengyun cautiously descended down the cliff, like a big gecko sticking to the mountain wall.

The night is so quiet that the masters of art are as bold as Ji Fengyun, and they can't help whispering in their hearts.

He didn't believe that Su Haitang would fall to death so easily. After stunning Ye Qin, he asked Feng Aiqin to look at her, and he jumped down to save people.

The plan always fails to keep up with the changes, he must find Su Haitang before the troops come!

After going down for more than half an hour, Ji Fengyun stepped on a branch that stretched out in the sky, and the breath that he had been holding slowly came out.

The friction marks on the branches are obvious and fresh. Su Haitang must have been blocked by the branches and slowed the fall.

He deserves to be a person with a deep blessing, even if there is such a serious accident, he can survive from desperation.

Ji Fengyun's confidence in Su Haitang's safe escape increased even more, and he took a breath of true anger, and was about to continue down, when suddenly he was abruptly smashed by an object born out of thin air!

Ji Fengyun buzzed his head, spouted a mouthful of blood, subconsciously hugged the thing, and fell together.

It's Su Haitang, she really didn't die!

But how could she fall on top of his head?

Two thoughts flashed in an instant, Ji Fengyun continuously hit the protruding rock with his back, and at the same time Su Haitang, who was in his arms in front of him, also hit hard. Under the front and back flanking, he spouted another mouthful of blood and fainted.

Su Haitang snorted, struggling to wake up, the blood filled her nose and mouth, the space was tumbling and white mist raged, and she couldn't bear to fall into a coma again.

In the twilight, the valley floor was filled with white mist, covering up an unbelievable scene.

The fractured sternum in Ji Fengyun's chest slowly healed, but a few drops of blood that were almost crystal clear in his heart were drawn out and melted into the white mist.

And the thick stack of talisman paper hidden on his body was soaked in the white mist, the red and **** handwriting was blurred, and the little essence was peeled off, converging and condensed into five small drops of blood, hovering in the white mist. Condensed but not scattered.