Ning Cheng found it strange that Meng Jingshu would suddenly think of such an unrelated matter, but he still hmm-ed and said, "I often carry people on my back, you're already the fifth one."
As Meng Jingshu brought up this subject, Ning Cheng once again thought of Ning Ruolan, his sister who he had carried countless times, not knowing how she was now.
A faint light abruptly interrupted Ning Cheng's thoughts, a light that swept toward him. But within that light was an intense sensation of danger, which made Ning Cheng react without thinking, falling backward immediately.
Because Ning Cheng had dropped down without warning, Meng Jingshu, who was on his back, turned her head and saw directly into the endless abyss filled with murderous intent. If she had been an ordinary girl, she might have screamed by now. Meng Jingshu's face was somewhat pale, knowing that once she fell into this abyss, akin to a black hole, death was certain.
