"Ah—"
The cameraman fell from the sky and had already closed his eyes in pain when he was still one meter from the ground.
He didn't want to witness himself being smashed into a pulp, too cruel.
However, the anticipated tragic scene did not occur.
Just as he was about to have an intimate encounter with the ground, the air beneath his feet seemed to become solid.
He seemed to be stepping on cotton, using the force to cushion his descent, slowly landing.
Until his feet touched solid ground, he hadn't come back to his senses yet.
"Xiaohei, are you okay?"
The young Daoist nun walked over to him and waved her hand in front of his eyes.
The cameraman snapped back to reality and subconsciously reached up to touch his neck.
Yep, still warm.
He wasn't dead!
At that thought, he couldn't help but get excited.
What a relief, it was only a false alarm; he was alive again!
Seeing the cameraman like this, the young Daoist nun also relaxed.
