Wang Yan was immediately startled, never expecting that such a huge sound could come from Beiming Xue's small body.
"Indeed a demon!"
His body shook, and Wang Yan involuntarily loosened his grip and let go of Beiming Xue.
Beiming Xue continued to fall.
Originally, Beiming Xue had resigned herself to death, jumping off the cliff to preserve her chastity, but then suddenly a hand reached from behind and grabbed her.
Although her fall was stopped, the girl's tender nature made Beiming Xue both ashamed and angry, which is why she shouted, "Let go of me!"
When Wang Yan let go, Beiming Xue glanced at him clinging innocently to the cliff face and suddenly realized that this young man was trying to save her.
Then, Beiming Xue realized she was falling again.
"Help me! Someone, save me!"
Wang Yan looked helpless, wasn't she just asking me to let go? Why is she asking me to save her now?
Wang Yan shook his head, indeed demons cannot be judged by ordinary human standards?
Just as Wang Yan hesitated, Beiming Xue was falling deeper.
Helplessly, Wang Yan leapt down again, reaching Beiming Xue from behind, and with his right hand, he reached in again under Beiming Xue's armpit and grabbed her.
With the same motion as before, Wang Yan grabbed the same spot as last time.
With his left hand reaching out again, he grabbed the cliff, and the two of them stopped falling again.
This time, Beiming Xue did not shout again, suppressing her anger, she whispered, "Can you grab a different place?"
Wang Yan was stunned, not understanding why at such a critical moment, Beiming Xue was making such an irrelevant request, but he nodded anyway.
However, Wang Yan didn't really understand why Beiming Xue wanted him to change spots.
His eyes scanned Beiming Xue's body, and finally, his eyes lit up, finding the most suitable place, he grabbed it.
A moment later, Wang Yan was seen lifting Beiming Xue with one hand, climbing the rocky cliff easily.
As for Beiming Xue, her hands and feet dangled down, her face expressionless, as if completely resigned to her fate.
It turned out the place Wang Yan was holding was a strap inside Beiming Xue's blouse. Wang Yan had no idea what it was for, but it was quite convenient, and Beiming Xue didn't seem to mind.
Unfortunately, although Wang Yan's hut was filled with thousands of ancient books, and he was familiar with them all, these ancient texts from the Celestial Dynasty were at least a hundred years old.
But a hundred years ago, how could books describe such women's items, even if they existed, they wouldn't be described openly in books.
Yet Beiming Xue didn't understand Wang Yan's background, she had already classified him as a lascivious rogue in her heart.
"Shameless! Scoundrel!"
"Taking advantage of others' trouble, not a true gentleman!"
...
In a short stretch of cliff, Beiming Xue couldn't count how many times she'd cursed Wang Yan in her heart.
Finally, the two returned to the top of the cliff, and Wang Yan gently placed Beiming Xue on the ground.
Wang Yan sighed in relief, inwardly pleased that he had saved a life just after coming down the mountain.
Just as Wang Yan was happily contemplating, Beiming Xue jumped up from the ground, shouting, "Bastard, scoundrel, I'm going to kill you."
Saying this, Beiming Xue, like a madwoman, swung her hands toward Wang Yan's face.
Beiming Xue's frantic behavior startled Wang Yan, confirming once again that women truly are demons.
"Forget it, I can't hit back, but I can run!" Wang Yan turned and headed down the mountain.
But Beiming Xue, not giving up, closely followed him.
"Why are you chasing me?"
"I'm going to kill you, you scoundrel!"
"Scoundrel? What's a scoundrel? What did I even do?"
"You just clearly..."
Recalling the earlier scene, Beiming Xue's pretty face flushed crimson. Her chest still tingled with a kind of numb, ticklish sensation. Just as she was about to speak, she choked, unable to say the words, and shot Wang Yan a fierce glare, rushing at him again.
"Demon, absolutely a demon!"
Wang Yan shook his head and turned to flee.
The sound of their quarrel echoed far into the silent mountains, only to be heard by a few thugs who had reached the foot of the mountain. They squinted their eyes with a look of doubt.
The fat one said, "What's going on? She didn't die?"
The skinny one looked displeased, "Let's go back. We did take the money; someone paid a lot to buy her life."
The thugs hurried off the vehicle, and the fat one said, "There's a man's voice too, this could be a hassle."
The skinny one said, "There's so many of us, what's there to be afraid of, at worst we'll just take them both down."
The two of them spoke, then immediately turned to head back up the mountain, only to find Beiming Xue and Wang Yan running down the path, resulting in a collision.
As soon as Beiming Xue saw these thugs, she immediately stopped. Although she wished she could have beaten Wang Yan to death just moments ago, she now instinctively hid behind Wang Yan, only daring to expose half of her face as she looked at the thugs in terror.
The fat one was a good six-foot-three, dark and brawny, like a gorilla. The skinny one, though lean, was also quite muscular, with a deep knife scar across his neck that made him look exceedingly fierce. Not to mention the other thugs, none of whom looked like good people.
These thugs wore sinister expressions as they immediately surrounded Wang Yan and Beiming Xue.
Seeing Wang Yan looking like a scholarly type, the thugs completely ignored him.
Approaching Wang Yan, the skinny one pulled out a switchblade from his waist, and with a "clang," the blade sprang out, flickering back and forth in his hand so quickly that it couldn't be seen, only a blur of blade.
Seeing the skinny one showing off, the thugs behind him cheered: "Good, big brother has great sword skills."
Smugly, the skinny one halted the switchblade's movement and waved it in front of Wang Yan, saying, "Get lost if you don't want to die."
As soon as the skinny one brandished the knife, Beiming Xue became even more frightened, pressing closely against Wang Yan's back, tremblingly whispering, "Please, don't go."
Wang Yan coldly glanced at the switchblade in the skinny one's hand, disdainfully asking, "Is this supposed to scare people?"
Seeing Wang Yan's dismissive expression, the skinny one angrily said: "Kid, someone like you I can handle ten at once, and soon I'll have you searching for your teeth on the ground."
With that, the skinny one lunged forward, a gleam of cold light stabbing towards Wang Yan.
Beiming Xue screamed in fright.
In the midst of the scream, Wang Yan's face darkened, he raised his hand, extended his middle finger, and flicked towards the gleam.
A "clang" sound was heard, and the gleam flew back, landing on the ground.
Looking again, what had fallen to the ground was a dagger snapped into two pieces.
The skinny one staggered back several steps, his right hand raised in front of him trembling uncontrollably, the base of his palm already split open, bleeding profusely.
Seeing Wang Yan unexpectedly resist, the fat one roared in anger, jumped high into the air, and swung a fist as large as a sandbag towards Wang Yan.
The fat one looked like a great mountain, almost blocking out half the sky.
Seeing the fat one make a move, the skinny one breathed a sigh of relief. With such a massive body, the fat one has never been on the losing side in a one-on-one fight.
Suppressing the intense pain in his hand, a vengeful gleam appeared in the skinny one's eyes.
Yet, Wang Yan remained calm, a cold glint flashing through his eyes. Just as the fat one's fist was about to hit, Wang Yan leisurely raised his arm to meet it.
With a "crack" sound, when the fat one's fist collided with Wang Yan's, his whole arm instantly broke into two pieces. Next, the fractured lower arm bone pierced backward, breaking through the fat one's shoulder and protruding out from it, the white ends of the bone exposed.
The fat one, like a broken sack, flew backward, crashing to the ground, rolling several times with a "thud, thud."
The broken arm kept striking the hard ground, and the fat one's screams, like a pig being slaughtered, gradually rolled toward the bottom of the mountain.
Seeing the fat one defeated with one move, the skinny one widened his eyes in terror. He turned back to look at Wang Yan and saw Wang Yan standing there steadily, without injury, not even swaying.
"What kind of monster is this!" The skinny one trembled all over, hair standing on end as he shakily drew a handgun from his body, aiming it at Wang Yan, his teeth chattering as he said: "You're nothing compared to my gun. I'll kill the woman behind you. Get lost now."
Seeing the skinny one pull out a gun, Beiming Xue behind Wang Yan went visibly pale with fear.
But Wang Yan didn't understand what this small object was, curiously saying, "This little thing is quite interesting."
In the skinny one's eyes, Wang Yan was already a monster. Seeing Wang Yan's curious look, he thought Wang Yan was about to attack, so his finger trembled, and he promptly pulled the trigger.
With a "bang," a bullet whirred towards Wang Yan.
As the gun fired, Wang Yan was finally shocked, secretly exclaiming in his heart, "No, it's a hidden weapon! Demon Pattern Divine Technique—"
As Wang Yan secretly exclaimed, the wolf head on his back suddenly lit up, and dark light emerged from Wang Yan's pupils.
This was the wolf's eyes!
The bullet, fast as lightning, seemed to move in slow motion in Wang Yan's eyes as it slowly flew toward him.
Wang Yan instantly saw that this bullet was aimed at his chest.
Dodging it wasn't difficult, but Beiming Xue was behind him. If Wang Yan dodged, the bullet would undoubtedly hit Beiming Xue.
In a split second, Wang Yan turned his body, facing Beiming Xue, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressed forward, and leaped into the air.
Just as their bodies lifted off the ground, the bullet whizzed past, just below them, without hitting either of them.
Beiming Xue felt herself being embraced against a broad chest, a unique masculine scent filling her nostrils, causing her to scream in surprise: "Ah—"
With the scream, there was a "clank" sound as the bullet struck a rock, rebounded, and fell to the ground.
Then with a "thud," Wang Yan and Beiming Xue landed on the ground.
Beiming Xue was initially below Wang Yan, but as they landed, Wang Yan twisted his body, placing Beiming Xue on top, so when they hit the ground, it was Wang Yan's body that landed, with Beiming Xue on top of him.
Wang Yan meant well, wishing not to let Beiming Xue take a fall.
However, as Wang Yan spun Beiming Xue, she did a half-turn, her black hair swirling upward like riding a roller coaster, making her dizzy.
After landing, Beiming Xue couldn't control her body, her head involuntarily dropping down, and at that moment, her lips brushed against Wang Yan's lips.
Lips met!
Tightly pressed together.