Gu Qingheng frowned so deeply that he could crush a fly between his brows, but in the end, he still nodded.
Yang Ruxin stepped onto the iron bridge one step at a time. Luckily, she had bungee-jumped in her previous life and later was carried across by Xiaohei, so she wasn't afraid of heights. However, the fact that the bridge had no handrails was quite ridiculous.
If she had known earlier, she would have let Xiaohei carry her over.
Fortunately, the seven or eight meters wasn't too far, and after muttering to herself a few times, Yang Ruxin made it onto the stone platform.
Tang Kun was indeed right. From afar, the stone platform seemed quite white, but upon closer inspection, it was crawling with transparent little bugs. Strangely, when Yang Ruxin approached, the bugs scattered away.
Tang Kun watched Yang Ruxin moving forward. Although he tried hard to suppress it, the slight upward curve of his mouth and the strange heat in his eyes were still visible.
