If the huge chunk of the mountain crashed into her, she would be dead for sure.
Viper's face turned purple. Was she truly going to die here?
Why?
Why must she?!
Why must she?!
Finally, the moment the mountain crash onto her, Viper grabbed onto a jutting piece of rock and curled up behind it.
The huge chunk of rock descended from the sky, barely brushing past Viper's face.
The wind flow from the falling mountain chunk nearly pulled her along.
Nangong Nuannuan!!!!
Viper recalled when Nuannuan was five years old, and how Nangong Nuannuan was like a dazzling sun who stole all of her glory.
