In front of them, Mo Ruyue saw a waterfall. The huge waterfall blocked their way and they could not continue forward.
"Senior Brother, there's no road ahead. Are we going back?"
She couldn't fly up to such a height.
Mo Chengfeng pursed his thin lips. "I'll fly you up."
"I'm a little heavy."
Mo Ruyue's face turned slightly red. It couldn't be a princess hug, right?
How awkward would that be?
Mo Chengfeng summoned his sword and reached out to pull Mo Ruyue.
"Follow me and step on the sword."
Mo Ruyue secretly wiped her sweat. It seemed that she was overthinking.
Shixiong was not that kind of person.
However, she was still a little worried because Mo Chengfeng had said that her flying sword was not very stable.
If she fell from above, she would be half-crippled even if she didn't die!
Although he was a cultivator, his body was made of flesh and blood. He could still die and fall sick.
