Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Especially when she was thrown off a cliff by Ji Fengyun's admirer!

This is Chi Guoguo's murder!

Jealous women are so scary, but Ji Fengyun, that tempestuous guy, always comes close to her, simply raising her up as a target!

Su Haitang's heart thumped and she almost choked.

Her thoughts were still so dark.

If Ji Fengyun really wanted to do something to her, he wouldn't have taken the risk to save her just now.

But it could also be a bitter trick.

The two villains in Su Haitang's mind were tit for tat, and neither could convince the other.

Su Haitang tore at Bai Wu distractedly, pacing on the spot and drawing circles.

She had already suffered the loss of judging people, and she was really afraid of being deceived by Ji Fengyun again.

But Ji Fengyun did save her. Although the result was not satisfactory, the credit was real. Isn't it too arrogant for her to maliciously speculate on other people's motives?

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

Forget it, I'll call home when I get back and ask my parents and Cheng Yuanzheng for help with analysis and guidance.

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

Why hasn't the little fox come to find her yet? Haven't you come back yet?

Su Haitang was thinking wildly when he suddenly felt an uncomfortable squeeze. The white mist around him rolled and expanded uneasily, like boiling water, bubbling and bubbling.

Su Haitang was like an impurity in the water, being squeezed and tossed up and down, drifting with the current.

She was so uncomfortable that she wanted to scream but could not make a sound. She only felt an indescribable suffocation all over her body, as if every cell in her body was under irresistible pressure and was about to explode, squeeze out all the water in her body, and turn her into a The thin and hollow crispy skin eventually turned into powder.

The chaotic feeling was very long and short, and soon there was a bang, and Su Haitang's eyesight went dark and he fell into darkness.

Ji Fengyun carefully walked down the cliff, like a big gecko clinging to the mountain wall.

The night was unusually quiet, and even a master of arts, as bold as Ji Fengyun, could not help but murmur in his heart.

He didn't believe that Su Haitang fell to death so easily. After knocking Ye Qin unconscious, he asked Feng Aiqin to look at her while he jumped down to save her.

The plan always fails to keep up with changes. He must find Su Haitang before the troops arrive!

After walking down for more than half an hour, Ji Fengyun stepped on a branch sticking out from the sky and slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding.

The friction marks on the branches were obvious and fresh. Su Haitang must have been blocked by the branches, slowing down his fall.

As expected of a person with profound blessings, even if such a serious accident occurs, he can still survive.

Ji Fengyun became more confident that Su Haitang could escape safely. He took another breath and was about to continue when he was suddenly hit by an object that appeared out of thin air!

Ji Fengyun's head buzzed, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, he subconsciously hugged the thing, and they fell together.

It's Su Haitang, she's not dead after all!

But how could she land on top of him?

Two thoughts flashed across his mind. Ji Fengyun's back hit the protruding rocks one after another. At the same time, Su Haitang, who was held in his arms in front of him, was also hit hard. Under the attack from the front and back, he spat out another mouthful of blood and passed out.

Su Haitang groaned and struggled to wake up. The bloody smell in her mouth and nose rushed out, white mist rolled in the space, and she couldn't bear it and fell into coma again.

At dusk, white mist filled the valley bottom, covering up the incredible scene.

The broken sternum on Ji Fengyun's chest healed slowly, but a few drops of blood so rich that it was almost crystal clear were drawn out and blended into the white mist.

The thick pile of talisman paper hidden on his body was soaked by the white mist, and the red handwriting spread out, and the essence peeled off, converging and condensing into five tiny drops of blood, hovering in the white mist. Condensed but not dispersed.