Not to mention how long the slender tree trunk can hold up, it takes a lot of effort for the boy to maintain this posture, and he will fall if he is not careful.

The blurry green underneath may be just a low valley, or it may be an abyss.

One was a life after all, and the other was someone Jiang Sheng asked him to watch. Even if Qing Jijiu didn't know that the boy had accidentally saved Jiang Sheng, his first reaction was to bring the little boy here.

But his calf had been stabbed in the fight just now, so he couldn't jump down. The little boy was holding the tree trunk with his short hands, and he couldn't pull him up.

While hesitating, Qing Jijiu felt that his master's orders were more important than irrelevant people. Just as he was about to turn back to look for Jiang Sheng, he heard Jiang Sheng calling him.

Jiang Sheng looked at the boy. Unlike Gujing Wubo who was not in line with his age just now, the child's dark pupils were filled with fear and his young face was tense.

A second later, Jiang Sheng tied the slightly wide sleeves into a knot, turned the cuffs from the outside to the inside, untied the ribbon around the waist and tied all the decorative ropes on the skirt together. If the ribbon was not enough, he asked Qing Jijiu for help.

.

Qing Jijiu was even more frightened than the boy: "Girl, what are you going to do?"

"I'll do whatever you want."

Qiao Zhi was also frightened: "Shengsheng?"

Jiang Sheng kept moving: "I'll go down and carry him to the root of the tree trunk. Jijiu, you can pull us up again."

Qing Jijiu shook his head with difficulty: "No, girl..."

"It's too late to call someone. You're injured, so you can't bring him up directly. I'm weak, and I can't pull you up even if I stand on it." Jiang Sheng said, already removing all the excess decorations from his body.

Neatly, I tied the simple safety rope I just made around my waist.

Qing Jijiu no longer cared about when Jiang Sheng knew he was injured, all he could think about was his disagreement.

If the master knew, he would be doomed.

Qiao Zhi gritted his teeth: "Shengsheng, I'll go."

Jiang Sheng shook his head: "Cousin, I am lighter. No one knows how much weight the branches can bear."

She added: "Don't worry, to take a step back, even if I can't rescue the person, Jijiu can at least pull me up with these straps."

"So I'm safe."

Qiao Zhi bit his lip, almost biting his lower lip until it bled. In the end, he did not stop Jiang Sheng. He just pulled off the part of the skirt that could be used as a rope and added weight to Jiang Sheng's safety rope.

Qing Jijiu knew he couldn't stop it, so he tore his clothes into strips more simply.

Although it sounds like a long story, their movements were actually very fast. In half a stick of incense, Jiang Sheng was already holding on to the almost vertical cliff and walking slowly along the boy.

Regardless of the pain in her palm being cut by the protruding rock, Jiang Sheng finally stepped on the root of the tree trunk. She carefully squatted down and touched it, trying her best to ignore the cannibalistic scene below.

But dizziness still hit her in waves, her hands and feet became weak, and her head was a little blurry, as if she was back when the pavilion collapsed in front of her.

Seeing the boy looking at him with a pale face, Jiang Sheng forced himself to wake up: "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

I don’t know who I am comforting.

The boy's lips moved, but no syllables came out.

The rope-like restraints around her waist and legs gave Jiang Sheng a sense of security. She tried her best to keep her breathing steady, and her fingertips finally touched the boy.

He is trembling.

After realizing this, Jiang Sheng moved faster and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't move, the brothers and sisters above will pull us up."

The boy swallowed and nodded slightly.

From his fingertips, to his forearms, to his arms, Jiang Sheng finally hugged the boy.

She didn't have time to be happy, so she hurriedly sent a signal to the superiors and asked them to pull her up.

Suddenly there was a "click" and two-thirds of the trunk broke.

The feeling of his body sinking made Jiang Sheng's heart sink an inch.

The branches were not completely broken, but were still struggling to hold on.

Someone seemed to be calling her from above, but the child in her arms was very quiet. Jiang Sheng leaned sideways against the branch and hugged her tightly with her legs.

She felt something strange, but could not see the specific situation. She did not dare to shout loudly because she was afraid that the vibration of the sound would make the already fragile tree trunk worse.

Waves of dizziness hit her again, and Jiang Sheng wondered that she had never realized that she was afraid of heights before. She bit the tip of her tongue hard, and the smell of blood came through, and she managed to stay awake.

Just when Jiang Sheng turned around and tried to look up, a hand half surrounded her.

It's not the strength of the rope, it's really a hand, and you can still feel the strong forearm.

Jiang Sheng was a little confused. There was a blue skirt in her sight, and there was a familiar smell on the tip of her nose, but she didn't even think of it in her confusion.

Jiang Sheng only felt that her body was light and airy. She hugged the boy tightly subconsciously, and after a moment, he landed firmly on the ground.

Jiang Sheng reluctantly opened his eyes, and the person's face changed from blurry to real.

The moment she saw Jiang Yan, she could still think wildly

——When Jiang Yan heard himself talking about Jinghe Temple yesterday, his attitude suddenly changed. Is it because he will come today?

She heard him call her name, very softly and with trembling.

He said something again. Jiang Sheng wanted to hear it clearly, but there was a buzzing in his ears.

Broad chests and arms surrounded her, but her consciousness became increasingly hazy.

She was so tired and sleepy, and really wanted to sleep peacefully...

This was Jiang Sheng's last thought.

…

After waking up again no matter how many days passed, Jiang Sheng saw Jiang Xian sitting next to his bed. He couldn't tell what was wrong.

She hurriedly called out to her sister, but Jiang Xian didn't seem to hear her and remained silent or motionless.

Jiang Sheng took a closer look and saw that Jiang Xian was holding a snow-green peace charm in his hand, and his green-white fingertips were rubbing the gold embroidered lotus pattern on it.

Jiang Sheng blinked.

She didn't even know when she gave this peace charm to her sister.

But I don’t know why she didn’t think about it carefully. She just smiled and said as usual: “This style looks good, I picked it carefully.”

Jiang Xian ignored her and only looked in the direction of the lotus colored curtain in front of him.

"It's the fifth day, Jiang Sheng."

she whispered.

Jiang Sheng blinked again, trying to ignore the weirdness.

My sister rarely calls her "Jiang Sheng" by her first name. When she was a child, she called her "Little Sheng" with a bit of disgust. When she grew up, she couldn't do that in front of others. Occasionally she would follow her grandfather and call her "Xiao Sheng".

But more often than not, they just ignore the title and just talk about something.

Jiang Sheng tilted his head and followed Jiang Xian's line of sight.

There was a girl lying quietly inside the half-rolled curtain, her long eyelashes lightly covering her closed eyes, and her face was a little pale.

She was obviously very beautiful, but Jiang Sheng was as horrified as if she had seen a ghost, and was almost scared to death!

Her long eyebrows and curved eyes, including the tip of her nose and lips, are clearly exactly the same as hers!

Jiang Sheng stared blankly at the scene in front of him and forgot to react for a moment.

It's her on the bed, so where is she?

What is she?
Chapter completed!