Hold On, You're Something Else [MTL]

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In just a few seconds of reaction time, the body was falling, but the road was still intact in front of him, the street washed by the rain, the shallow puddles reflected the red clouds, everything was so gorgeous and real.

His body seemed to be half-sucked by the ground, and the special effects exploded.

Rong Jing simply closed his eyes, not wanting to be disturbed any more.

Without hesitation, he stretched his hand upwards and grabbed the edge of the manhole cover dangerously. Because of too much force, the veins on his forearm protruded.

If he hadn't stayed in Shaolin Temple for a few years, the old master would give them these little thorns to practice reaction training when they slept in the middle of the night, and this time he would be completely useless.

The people around who watched this thrilling scene exclaimed again and again, Rong Jing finally saw the real scene in front of him clearly.

The flower pot in his eyes is actually a warning sign. There is a pothole on the flat sidewalk. In the eyes of everyone, he is walking normally, blind and not seeing the warning, and then looking for death?

So now it is certain that the traffic light fantasy is not his imagination.

There really is something irresistible that wants to kill him, a non-human mechanism.

And compared to the first time, it was even more brutal now.

Before the people around him came forward to help him, Rong Jing thought about it and made a standard pull-up movement. There is nothing fancy about this movement, but it is simple but full of power.

Amidst the uproar, he crawled out of the inspection well at a slow speed, this alpha was so manly that it made people's heart skip a beat.

The reason why he moved slowly was because there was some invisible force that was luring him to re-enter the inspection well.

It's dark there, obviously it should be the city's underground traffic, but it seems to be bottomless.

Rong Jing looked at the blue-gold sky, and a damp breeze was blowing, as if silently laughing at his futility.

Do you want me to die, I just won't die, what can you do to me.

Rong Jing didn't turn his head to look at the abyss-like inspection well, but withdrew his absent-minded gaze.

A pair of familiar shoes came into his sight, and Rong Jing slowly raised his head.

The setting sun in the distance outlines a slender figure with backlight, and the reflection of water under the brim of the hat can be vaguely seen, like dew falling from the tip of the blade.

The moment Rong Jing fell, Gu Xi was pulled back by the aunt who hit him.

Auntie still keeps pestering her about who should be mainly responsible. From Gu Xi's point of view, Rong Jing's figure has disappeared on that sidewalk, and he can't see the specific situation because of the green belt.

All of a sudden, all the negative emotions flooded up, and my mind went blank.

He took out the wallet from his pocket, gasped in pain the moment he raised his arm, took out all the cards inside without pausing, and stuffed the rest, including cash and wallet, to his aunt. Hurry up at a fast speed.