Huang Wude lazily stretched out his claws, looking truly unfazed.
Unfazed as if in this endless high-altitude fall, we were not headed to our deaths.
Seemingly infected by Huang Wude's fearless spirit, I calmed down a bit, "I didn't feel anything, how did you feel it?"
"Look, wasn't the mountain fine at first?" Huang Wude's dark, furry face took on a knowing look.
Seeing me nod, Huang Wude continued leisurely, "Ever since your sister came up, the mountain started collapsing. Is that a coincidence?"
"By your logic, your so-called feeling of a call is nonsense, you subjectively assume Qing Li climbing the mountain caused it to collapse?" Now I feel like I can't believe a single word from Huang Wude's storytelling mouth.
Even at a time like this when death is imminent, he can make up lies to fool people.
Huang Wude nodded, managing to pull out a forced smile, "Though it's a wild guess... we could bet... if you lose, marry me..."
