The silver wire, which was already bearing the weight of two people, was on the verge of breaking. Now, with a swipe of the flying knife, 'snap' — it broke right in the middle.
Lu Rongrong let out a startled cry, covering her eyes, not daring to witness the scene before her, fearing that in the next moment, she would see them both falling into the pool, burned without any trace of flesh.
And in the next second, she heard a 'thud', like something had hit the ground.
Cautiously opening her eyes, Lu Rongrong saw that Wen Zao had already rolled twice on the ground with the severely injured Lu Qiao, cushioning their fall, and escaped unscathed from the pool, landing safely on the ground.
Lu Rongrong let out a long breath, relieved that it was a close call: "Young Master, brother—"
