... it's not time for me to go home.

Ye de widened his eyes hard, but he didn't know whether it was because he was about to lose his strength or because he was choked by tears and blurred his vision. For a time, he couldn't see anything except a faint shadow on his head.

Ye Jing disappeared, the sunshine outside the nursery disappeared, and he returned to this cold, silent, expressionless night.

The effect of coffee has come to the end of its strength, and the feeling of weakness and detachment is creeping into the edge of his mind, peeping, ready to reach out and grab him at any time.

Ye De's temples jumped, as if his brain nerves were about to break up due to heavy load, and his thoughts were all broken into pieces. All he could think of for a moment was doubt: why could he stop in midair?

Variant Enron can also stretch his arms to grasp the wall above - although because of his weight, no wall or rock can afford him; But now... What did I catch?

Perhaps because of confusion and distraction, he loosened his muscles a little, and immediately felt his hands sliding down from something. His body was bitten by gravity again, and was pulled straight down to the haze. The pale shadow on his head seemed to be stimulated and suddenly rushed down - it was at this moment that ye de remembered and understood why he felt so hard and awkward.

For example, it's like a person holding his back collar and dragging himself off the ground - how unreasonable it sounds, how unreasonable it is, but this is the essence of the current situation.

Ye De's instinctive reaction was very fast. He just slipped down, and the ball shaped silver man rushed down with him when he first stopped; In his hurry, he stretched out his hand again and firmly held the silver head floating in the air with his arm, which finally stabilized his fall.

He breathed heavily. For a moment, his muscles were tight. He didn't dare to move anywhere. He only dared to turn his eyes and look down.

Compared with Fanjia City, he is now much closer to the haze layer. He could even smell the unique smell of haze, pressing his face like many fingers, looking for holes that could be drilled in.

Under tens of meters, the thick and solidified haze looks like substance, and in the dark night, it is like an endless ground; His eyes could not penetrate the haze, nor could he see where Enron fell, whether he was still alive, or whether he was still trying to climb up.

It's hard to imagine that in the shock of falling off the cliff and the end of the coffee effect, he actually had the last bit of reason and will left. He adjusted the silver head in time and hugged it, and then stopped the fall.

He knew he didn't want to die. He has two lives, one is his own, the other is Yejing's; As long as he is alive, every breath he takes seems to send oxygen to Ye Jing in the dark, so that she can continue to see the world and the city.

It was only his own strength that supported the silver head floating in the air - that is, the harder he grasped, the greater his burden. He could feel that his strength and energy were rapidly consumed in this fragile balance of tugging at each other.

Don't mention sending a message to Lin Sanjiu. Now he is about to squeeze out his evolutionary ability, and he can only barely keep the silver head from falling down. He can't even adjust other functions at all. He can't float up, and he can't ask for help. Can he only survive for a few minutes with all his efforts?

No, wait, he doesn't seem to be completely desperate.

Panting, ye de hugged the silver ball with his left arm and hung his weight on his left arm. He immediately felt it tremble slightly in mid air, as if it would slip and fall at any time, which scared him out of a cold sweat.

He held his breath and waited for two seconds. Seeing that he hadn't fallen down and died, he quickly took out the coffee cup with his right hand. He bit the lid open with his teeth, and poured all the threeorfour mouthfuls of coffee left as a last resort into his stomach - a familiar and reassuring warmth soon rushed into his blood vessels, refreshing him, and the silver ball seemed to stabilize a lot, no longer trembling.

Until the five senses became clear again, ye de vaguely heard the sound floating and reverberating in the night wind.

"Batou de!" This name was also spelled out by him from the broken voice. "Batou De, are you still alive?"

It seems... Anna.

"Batou de!" She probably shouted on the edge of the cliff. I don't know how much strength she used. Even if it was so far away, it was transmitted to his ears. "I found a few people, we can find a way to pull you up, where are you, you shout!"

How long did the child shout? She still refuses to think that she may have fallen off the cliff and died?

For a moment, ye de wanted to cry and laugh. When the indefinable emotion rushed into his throat, he immediately turned into a loud cry: "Anna! I'm here!"

The night wind calmed down and let him hang alone in the darkness; After waiting as if for a lifetime, he finally saw the white light of several flashlights, pierced the light fog at night, and searched and cruised back and forth on his head.

The silver head tried to float up a few inches, which was the maximum distance it could take itself to rise. Thanks to his move, several lights from above quickly concentrated and fixed on him - with Anna crying, "you're not dead!", A long rope consisting of several pieces of rope, sheets and cloth also dangled down.

When he was finally helped into the city road by several warm hands, ye de fell to the ground in a trance, feeling as if he had died several times, and had been separated from the brick floor in front of him, the water cup close to his lips, and the busy footsteps around him... For more than a lifetime.

The strange voice murmured "great", someone took a breath for his injury, and an ordinary hand placed something under his head... Anna knelt beside him, as if she could say nothing but cry.

Ye de was close to the edge of coma at this time, but he still remembered that he was not the only one who went to the city to investigate the situation. He knew that he couldn't last long. He had to quickly inform Lin Sanjiu of the situation here before she could decide on the next step.

The silver white head floats near his shoulder, because there is no need to bear his weight. At this moment, even the residual ability, just can send a message to Lin Sanjiu.

Ye de panted and sent out the words, waiting for a while.

He didn't receive a response, so he sent another message - after a few minutes, there was still nothing.

Ye de slowly got up. He focused his last energy on his head, let it float in the air, and searched the sound and breath of Lin San wine.

... Lin San wine, like many ordinary people, seems to have evaporated from Fanjia city.