The stage was suspended in mid-air, with no guardrails around, and as Ling Momo was pushed, she screamed while retreating, and Lu Niange, turning his head, saw this scene, and in an instant moved to Ling Momo's side, embraced her, and then the two of them gloriously fell down from the stage, seven or eight meters up.
Seven or eight meters, equivalent to the height of a bit more than two stories, the falling speed was incredibly fast, and Ling Momo felt her heartbeat was about to stop, despite Lu Niange tightly holding her in his arms, she couldn't suppress her fear.
When they landed, Lu Niange held her in his embrace.
She didn't receive a single injury, but Lu Niange was not so lucky, breaking his leg, and his head was cracked open and bleeding profusely; Ling Momo remembered even now, her long hair mixed with his blood, the red and black, disgusting yet heavy.
