Feng Yue realized after a long time that the stone in her hand was gone.

"I've suffered, what about the stone..."

She held her hands empty, and the man shouted, looking down, the stone was gone, and Feng Zhilou was gone.

At the edge of the cliff, only half of the broken wooden piles remain.

Feng Yue got into trouble and smashed Feng Zhilou alive.

"I didn't mean it, it was really not intentional. The sky cracked open, I was frightened, my hand was soft, and the stone fell down." Feng Yue was so scared that she stretched out her hand and tried to grab Feng Zhilou, but she didn't catch anything.

"Zhilou, Zhilou, come up." Feng Yue didn't know what to do for a moment.

The law of Fengjiazhuang is very strict. Such a big mistake can beat her to death.

But Feng Yunqiao, who was standing aside, seemed very calm. She lowered her eyes and looked at the cliff, believing that the person who fell would not come up. She grabbed Feng Yue's hand and dragged Feng Yue to the death cliff.

"It's all gone. What's the point of crying? Let's go. Don't let people know that we have been here. Feng Zhilou has a short life and falls off the death cliff. We can't blame us."

"Can it work? If she falls to death, your father will send someone to find her." Feng Yue was so scared that she was trembling. If the Feng Dayuan knew about it, she would beat her to death. This was life.

"Only you and I know that there is no third person. If you don't say it, I won't say it. She just fell to death. There is no evidence of death. What can my father do if he finds her? The child born by a slut will be gone."

Feng Yunqiao smiled coldly, it would be better if Feng Zhilou fell to death, so as to avoid the fact that Young Master Leng Hou always stared at her face, as if he wanted to eat it in his mouth.

After leaving the Death Cliff, Feng Yunqiao acted as if nothing had happened, but Feng Yue was uneasy and followed Feng Yunqiao, and her face had not recovered from blood for a long time.

The deadly cliff was quiet again, and the broken wooden stakes remained there. The bright red sky, the blood-like color gradually dissipated, the cracks closed, and the sky returned to clear again, as if it had never cracked.

Feng Zhilou felt that she was falling constantly. A stone from a basket of medicine made her fall so quickly. If she fell like this, there would be no possibility of being disabled, and it would be a pool of meat paste.

Unlucky travel, unlucky Fengjiazhuang, unlucky fate, Feng Zhilou closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment of falling to death.

However, she did not die or fell into any flesh paste, but she reached the bottom with a "thump".

Although Miss Fengqi is a waste, she is very hard in life. She fell so high that she could fall into a deep water puddle that was more than five meters wide and ten meters deep under the cliff. It was nothing big except drinking a few sips of water.

She fluttered hard, and finally lay weakly on the edge of the puddle, panting.

"You two bastards, wait for me to climb up. I won't deal with you well." Feng Zhilou shouted angrily.

"vomit."

She spitted, feeling that the water had a bloody smell. When she turned around, she saw that it wasn't, the water turned out to be light red.

"I'm so unlucky."

Feng Zhilou complained.

She sorted out her wet hair and looked up at the sky. There were any cracks there, and there was no blood redness. It was really a ghost at that time. Forget it, let's find a way to go up first.

After relaxing, I looked up and found that the bottom of the cliff was filled with weeds and was extremely desolate except for this puddle.
Chapter completed!