Chapter 70
In order to seek excitement, Mu Qingliu had previously done the highest extreme parachute jump at a height of 3,584 meters above the ground, which was incomparable to the special forces. However, within this threshold, after jumping off the plane, being able to control the best threshold of excitement according to one's own needs is the lifelong pursuit of every adventurer.
However, extreme low-altitude parachute jump at the lowest distance has always been an extremely dangerous and difficult sport, especially when getting closer to the Phantom Building.
Song Yin's mood was obviously low, and the number of lightning caused by the bubble was rapidly decreasing, and it began to weaken from a bright white light and evolved into a deep blue electric pulse.
Mu Qingliu fell very fast, but thanks to his courage and calmness, especially his rich experience in extreme sports, he passed through several taller buildings and landed accurately on the top of the Phantom Building in half a minute. At
this moment, Mu Qingliu had fully opened the low-altitude paraglider, and the wind kept his body absolutely stable.
As long as he could maintain the status quo, he could land steadily on the top of the Phantom Building, but there were no protective measures in advance, and he didn't understand the building structure above, so he was very likely to hurt his calf when he landed.
Mu Qingliu stopped breathing, his eyes in the goggles were deep and solemn, his heartbeat was louder than ever, as if he was counting down.
During this time, Mu Qingliu also thought about it. If he didn't control it well, he would end up hitting the building, or falling directly from the sky.
...
It would be ten thousand times more embarrassing than his own death.
Jokingly, Mu Qingliu straightened his body and sprinted the last few dozen meters.
45 meters...
32 meters...
18 meters...
5 meters...
He saw that his legs could touch the edge of the top of the building first.
A lightning bolt came out of nowhere and struck sideways within Mu Qingliu's field of vision.
If he didn't dodge, he would be killed immediately!
However, if he dodged, Mu Qingliu's body would miss the best landing point, collide with the wall, and cause the paraglider to lose balance.
He would also fall completely from the height of the tenth floor.
Mu Qingliu brushed past the vortex of the god of death every time.
This time, the god of death was enraged by him and was determined to drag this ignorant guy back to the underworld.
Mu Qingliu's guess was right. The sudden lightning struck not far from him, and the flying earth and stone fragments hit him hard. Mu Qingliu's chest suddenly had a surge of blood. He grabbed the safety net on the edge of the building with one hand, and the whole person completely lost his balance. Like a lead ball, he hit the bottom of the building heavily.
Mu Qingliu felt fear for the first time.
He was going to die!
He was going to die!
He was really going to die!
Mu Qingliu shouted, "Song Yin!!!! Wife!!!!"
Then his body fell faster and faster, with no chance of rescue.
He was really going to die.
In just a moment.
From the ground where he was about to fall, a large group of complaining bubbles rose from the air.
It was very big, so big that you couldn't even see its shape, let alone its content.
This group of complaining bubbles completely built a bridge of life, carrying Mu Qingliu back to the top floor of the phantom building.
Mu Qingliu's chest and arms had been numb from the severe pain, but the moment he appeared on the top floor, he stood up and jumped, rolling several times in the abscesses on the top floor before he could barely stabilize his body.
And that huge giant spit bubble frame whose shape and content could not be seen was a huge one.
[You must not mess around!!!]
The magnitude of 99999999999+ completely reached an unprecedented peak.
Mu Qingliu was so surprised by the cry of this extremely lovely soul that he lay flat in the pit on the top floor and laughed out loud because he successfully avoided the pursuit of the god of death.
For the first time, he laughed so heartily and so from the bottom of his heart.
Mu Qingliu was alive, resurrected in many senses.
Especially the sky above his head, where the huge spit bubble silently rose into the air.
The data was updated again.
[《The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the spoiled little girl actually ran away with her 108th baby.》 The plot has been seriously deviated, with the main plot deviating by 64%, the NPC Song plot deviating by 84%, and the villain plot advancing by 100%. 】
[Alert! Alert! The villain Mu Qingliu has completed the final chapter of jumping off the building and radiating out of the plot. 】
[Alert! Alert! The villain Mu Qingliu has completed the final chapter of jumping off the building and radiating out of the plot. 】
Mu Qingliu shouted, "Wife! Wife! I'm here!!" He completely ignored the severe pain in his body and turned over and barely climbed out of the slag.
In the misty smoke, a blurry figure seemed to be crawling up from the opposite side.
Mu Qingliu recognized it as the figure of a vegetative person at first sight.
He limped, tore off the equipment strap on his back, and slowly walked towards Song Yin with his arm.
Somehow, Song Yin stood up and stood there blankly. The smoke was so thick that it was really hard to see what his expression was.
Mu Qingliu's initial experience of life and death was very exciting and thrilling. If he was allowed to choose what he could do at this moment,
he would definitely hug Song Yin tightly and kiss his little wife hard.
But Mu Qingliu's enthusiasm suddenly dropped to the lowest state.
He could feel that Song Yin's eyes were flickering in confusion, as if he had opened his eyes and was looking at him carefully.
Or maybe he was looking at the scars on the top floor, including the crows that were formed by the complaining bubble frame and then gradually dissipated.
Including the super large complaining bubble frame before, he probably saw it very clearly.
Mu Qingliu stretched out his hand in his direction and hooked it as if exploring.
Song Yin had a frightened expression. He looked over with difficulty in the smoke and dust, and then blinked. He
must have also glanced at Mu Qingliu.
Then he turned around and staggered away like a baby who had just learned to walk.