The moonlight gradually slipped in the dark night. Xue Ling looked at Sheng Junqian's face and turned her head: "What are you waiting for?"

"Do you think she is trustworthy?" Sheng Junqian looked at the ladder and said quietly.

Xue Ling laughed a little angrily: "You are asking this question at this time. Isn't it too late?"

"Now that the arrow is on the string, it has to be fired."

Sheng Junqian's expression was particularly calm at this time: "It is precisely because the arrow is on the string that we have to determine where to point the arrow."

"Which way is it going to go?"

"What do you mean?" Xue Ling looked at Sheng Junqian and said.

She suddenly felt that what Sheng Junqian said was somewhat interesting.

"What I mean is." Sheng Junqian looked at Xue Ling: "Between Xue Chong and Huo Ying, who do you think is more trustworthy?"

"Between Xue Chong and Huo Ying?" Xue Ling couldn't help but be stunned, because there is basically no way to compare this.

Xue Chong was mysterious and kept everything hidden. As for the story Huo Ying told from beginning to end, even if Xue Ling and Sheng Junqian believed less than 100%, 80% was still enough.

Because Huo Ying has a very outstanding characteristic, that is, Huo Ying obviously can't lie, or in other words, she doesn't like lying very much.

It's that kind of cold and straightforward feeling that can choke people to death anytime and anywhere.

"Huo Ying." Xue Ling said frankly.

"Yes, Huo Ying." Sheng Junqian looked at Xue Ling and nodded: "Then what about Xue Chong's agreement?"

"Didn't Xue Chong's agreement help him get the blood of that monk?" Xue Ling looked at Sheng Junqian: "And at least we can now confirm that Taoist Qingyun and Monk Jiu are not good people."

"But there are still some discrepancies between Xue Chong's statement and Huo Ying's statement." Sheng Junqian said lightly: "Do you still remember?"

"What Xue Chong said is that he needs Tianbulao to improve his cultivation."

"At that time, we believed it to be true, and we even believed it without any doubt."

"But looking at it now, it is obvious that Xue Chong's statement has certain problems."

"That is, simply saying that the sky never grows old cannot help people ascend in the daytime."

"According to Huo Ying, at least it needs to be formulated into a pure colored glaze to fully exert the effect of the immortal medicine."

Xue Ling looked at Sheng Junqian, and she already felt something was slightly wrong in her heart.

"you mean……"

"That's what I mean." Sheng Junqian said quietly: "Do you think Xue Chong himself has the pure glazed formula?"

"In other words, does Xue Chong have the ability to prepare the pure glazed formula?"

Xue Ling was a little speechless. She bit her lip gently: "But I feel that Xue Chong is not a bad person."

As a tall and cheerful Shandong man, Xue Ling didn't have much plan for him. When they first met, from the initial hostility to when he finally shared the information about Tianbulao to Xue Ling Sheng Junqian, from this point on

It seems that Xue Chong is still helpful to Xue Ling and the others.

"I suspect that the relationship between Xue Chong and that monk is far from as simple as we imagined." Sheng Junqian looked at Xue Ling and continued.

Xue Ling was speechless and unable to refute this sentence.

"Then what should we do?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

Sheng Junqian smiled: "You are Bee Wing, why is it your turn to ask me what to do?"

"Isn't it always the case that Bee Wings are responsible for making judgments and Bee Stings are responsible for executing them?"

Xue Ling was a little confused.

It's really unpleasant to be ridiculed openly.

She pinched the jade pendant Xue Chong gave her at her waist. It would be a bit reckless to label Xue Chong as a conspirator just like this.

But many things about Xue Chong's performance appear particularly suspicious when compared with what Huo Ying said. : :

"Why are you telling me this now?" Xue Ling looked at Sheng Junqian and said, "This is the moment."

Yes, at this moment, they are already standing on the edge of the cliff, and they need to survive a narrow escape to find the immortality.

"It's because this is the moment." Sheng Junqian shrugged and said, "I have never had the opportunity to be alone together before. It is also because of the current situation. There will be no chance to talk about this in the future."

"How to choose?" Sheng Junqian looked at Xue Ling and asked.

Xue Ling didn't know.

Insufficient information.

Especially after having agreed to Xue Chong before, I feel a little uncomfortable breaking the contract in advance now.

"Act according to the original plan." Xue Ling made a decision in an instant.

"If you want to take Tianbulao, kill as many monks as you can, and take your heart's blood." Xue Ling's words were somewhat decisive: "Of course."

"When I go back to deliver the task to Xue Chong."

"He has to tell us everything he hasn't told us."

Sheng Junqian listened quietly to what Xue Ling said and couldn't help but shrugged: "No matter what."

"Listen to you."

"My dear Beewing."

Saying this, Sheng Junqian came to the ladder and climbed down step by step.

Xue Ling stood there, looking at the half-moon above her head, and her mood was a little strange for a moment.

Being a bee wing is really much more tiring than I imagined.

Especially when there is no anchor to rely on.

With this thought in mind, Xue Ling was the last one to climb down the ladder and climb down towards the bottom of the bottomless valley.

These ladders are made of very hard ropes, but they are not simply hung on the cliff because as a whole, the cliff of the mountain pass is concave inward. If you only hang a ladder down, you will only be able to sway.

Swing.

Huo Ying used steel drills to secure the ladder firmly to the cliff. When she climbed down the ladder, she felt as if most of her body was hanging in the air. She could only hold on to the ladder firmly.

That way you won't lose your footing and fall.

But if you think about how Huo Ying completed this ladder, you can't help but feel admiration in your heart.

After all, Huo Ying is only sixteen years old. This is an age that feels incredible no matter how many times she thinks about it.

The rock wall is very cold, and the wind echoing in the valley is even cooler.

Xue Ling quickly entered the mist lingering in the mountain pass. The pure white mist wrapped around her coolly, and the overall feeling was like falling into a dream.

Xue Ling felt that her hands were getting wet, and there was an abyss beneath her feet.

If you make a mistake, you will really regret it for eternity.

Fortunately, I'm not that afraid of heights. Xue Ling said with some self-deprecation in her heart.

At this moment, in the clouds and mist, Xue Ling suddenly heard an inexplicable sound of flapping wings.

The voice was strong and powerful, and immediately, in Xue Ling's field of vision, she saw a white shadow in the mist rushing towards her.

The shadow was as fast as lightning. When it came to the front, Xue Ling realized that it turned out to be a blue goshawk.

It flapped its wings and glided rapidly in the air, then opened its sharp claws and grabbed it towards itself.

Why is there such a thing? Xue Ling was stunned.

She is currently hanging in the air, basically like a target. Let alone fighting with her, even dodging is extremely difficult.

While Xue Ling was thinking like this, the goshawk had already pounced in front of Xue Ling, and saw its sharp talons grabbing Xue Ling's neck without hesitation, trying to leave some blood on the girl's white and tender neck.

Barking skeleton.

Xue Ling sighed and continued to crawl down slowly, but at this time, her neck was already grasped by the eagle's claws like pliers.

Only a few crisp sounds were heard, like bones breaking. The moment the eagle's claws touched Xue Ling's neck, they could not penetrate into the girl's skin at all, as if they were grabbing a piece of steel.

And the goshawk is so determined to do its best.

So under the circumstances of one and the other, the final result was that both of the goshawk's talons were broken in the middle, and blood flowed from the wounds. The goshawk screamed in pain, and at the same time it flapped its wings and flew into the clouds again.

Xue Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Whenever this happens, I unconsciously start praising the various benefits of thick skin.

At this moment, a voice as thin as the wind came from below: "Did you alarm the condor?"

Huo Ying's voice.

"Condor?" Xue Ling said a little incredulously.

At this time, a group of eagles suddenly sounded from the clouds and mist, which seemed to contain vague anger.

Xue Ling was a little stunned. It was obviously you who attacked me but failed to gain favor. How come it is now that I did something wrong?

Is it wrong to use anti-wound armor?
To be continued...