“What are you doing?” The tough-talking but cowardly Miss Jing asked in panic.

“You attacked me, yet I don’t plan to attack you,” Gong Yin said methodically in her ear. “I’d like to see if your most prized feminine beauty can last more than one minute in front of a leopard.”

He paused, then said thoughtfully, “Though I don’t understand what ‘one minute’ means. It must be some way of calculating time. From your malicious expression, it surely won’t be very long. You should be able to manage.”

“Holy crap!” Jing Hengbo grabbed his sleeve with her other hand. “You can actually do something so wicked and evil? Ah, you’re really pushing me up… Ah, I was wrong… Ah, help! Ah, if you don’t let go, I’ll drag you down with me even if I die…”

Screaming particularly attracted beasts. A large wave of monkeys came whooshing over, and a large wave of monkeys whooshed past, leaving countless footprints on them both.

Gong Yin suddenly beckoned, and the monkeys stepping on the net preparing to flip up into trees suddenly seemed frozen in place, stuck to the net top unable to move.

Jing Hengbo stopped struggling and blinked as she watched.

The wind grew more putrid, roaring sounds drew near, accompanied by the continuous approaching crisp sounds of branches being snapped by the leopard’s mad rush. The trapped monkeys on the net became increasingly panicked, chattering together in a cacophony.

Gong Yin suddenly let go. Jing Hengbo dropped down a bit, then Gong Yin grabbed her arm and lifted her up again.

Jing Hengbo rose and fell in an instant, her eyes seeing spirals.

But the monkeys seemed to receive orders, lowering their claws to grab the net ropes and lifting upward together.

More than ten monkeys immediately lifted the net, quickly moving toward the trees. Both were rapidly rolled upward. Jing Hengbo watched the ground grow farther and farther away, laughing with delight, finally willing to praise Gong Yin: “Aha! You’re truly ingenious!”

Indeed ingenious—using the monkeys’ natural tendency to imitate, with just one motion he made the monkeys voluntarily lift the net bag. They easily got up the tree.

Below came a roar, rough and deep. The entire mountain forest seemed to tremble. The mighty roar of the fierce beast shook green leaves flying throughout the mountains, and even the night seemed ready to crack open to reveal dawn’s pale sky.

Jing Hengbo looked down to see the leopard’s glossy back visible through the undergrowth below. The mottled yellow-black spotted pattern was like pairs of cruel eyes, burning intensely in the night. The leopard pounced to the base of the tree but didn’t find its expected prey. Its claws scraped the ground, body pulling back, tail erect like a steel whip as it let out an angry long roar.

Even the ancient tree seemed to shake. Jing Hengbo nervously reminded Gong Yin, “Honey, don’t go soft, don’t let go and drop me. If you drop me, the monkeys will drop me too, and we’ll land right in the leopard’s mouth…”

Before she finished speaking, Gong Yin let go.

The monkeys’ eyes lit up as they all released their claws together.

“Whoosh.”

Jing Hengbo’s reminder and scream were blocked in her throat by the wind.

Just reached heaven, now descending to hell. She looked down to see the leopard looking up, its eyes seeming delighted, then opening its bloody maw, waiting like a farmer for a rabbit to fall into the leopard’s mouth. Snow-white fangs gleamed pallid, getting closer and closer—she could even see a strand of bright red meat hanging from the left front incisor…

In this instant, Jing Hengbo’s mind remained remarkably clear as she cursed Gong Yin’s ancestors for eight generations.

Lifting her up the tree was just to push her down. Now he was pushing her forward to meet the leopard’s mouth. After the leopard snapped her up in one bite, he could escape. What poisonous calculation!

In her next life, if she didn’t skin him alive and fry, sauté, boil and roast him, she swore she wouldn’t be human…

“Roar.” The earth-shaking roar and the leopard’s foul breath nearly knocked Jing Hengbo unconscious. That lucky leopard no longer tried to climb the tree, waiting in place with burning eyes for its heaven-sent meal.

Two zhang… one zhang… three meters… two meters… one meter…

Jing Hengbo felt her fingers were about to touch the leopard’s fang tips!

She hated that she still wasn’t unconscious.

“Hiss.”

A sound as faint as a snake’s tongue flicking.

In that instant, Jing Hengbo miraculously saw a flash of light, also like a snake’s white tongue, emerging from behind her, passing 0.01 centimeters from her cheek. In just a flash, it entered the leopard’s left eye.

The next moment she was splattered with gushing blood.

Then nearly deafened by the leopard’s earth-shaking roar.

In the final instant she fell, crashing head-first into the leopard’s head, actually knocking the leopard over. As it toppled, she saw something thin standing upright in the center of the leopard’s throat, then emerging from under the leopard’s jaw. A thin stream of blood flowed endlessly like the Yellow River, dyeing the nearby stream completely red.

That “sword” entered through the leopard’s left eye, pierced through the leopard’s throat, then emerged from under its jaw…

She instantly understood the situation, no longer finding the blood foul or the leopard stinking, but gradually becoming excited.

Were they safe now?

So Gong Yin never intended to flee from the start. He used the monkeys to lift her up, then pushed her down while hiding behind her, using this fierce momentum to deliver a fatal blow to the leopard?

Otherwise, with that extremely thin sword and the net’s constraints, it would be very difficult to deliver a killing blow to the leopard. If the leopard was wounded but not killed, its ferocity would ensure their certain death.

In that split second of crisis, how did he think of this?

Jing Hengbo felt a tiny bit of admiration. Just as she was about to crawl up from the net to avoid the leopard’s foul blood, she suddenly heard “Watch out!” A pair of arms reached over, embracing her as they rolled away.

“Roar!” An angry and desperate bellow shook leaves flying across the ground. A pair of huge, coldly gleaming claws slammed viciously into the ground beside Jing Hengbo, only half an inch from her waist.

In other words, if Gong Yin hadn’t timely embraced Jing Hengbo and rolled away, she would already be disemboweled.

Jing Hengbo opened her eyes wide in a daze, watching the leopard angrily pull out its claws, bringing up head-sized chunks of hard earth…

“Hurry up and roll!” Jing Hengbo screamed, forcefully embracing Gong Yin in return. Without another word—roll!

Rolling over tree roots, rolling over muddy ground, rolling down low slopes, rolling across shallow streams, breaking countless flowers, grass, branches and leaves. Their cooperation had never been so close and synchronized. Red blood and yellow-black fur kept spinning before their eyes as the dying, angry leopard pursued them relentlessly, leaping bloodily over grove after grove like a fierce arrow shot from a bow that was powerful at first but gradually weakening. Just as it was about to pounce on those two cunning humans bound with strange things, it suddenly let out a desperate long wail.

“Bang.” The leopard crashed heavily from mid-air, stirring up clouds of dust that fell yellow all over their faces.

“Ptui, ptui, ptui.” Jing Hengbo panted repeatedly while spitting out dirt, when suddenly her mouth was pinched by a pair of hands.

“You spat on my face,” the master said coldly.

Jing Hengbo couldn’t speak, so she pursed her lips. She was in a good mood now, wanting to “celebrate our success with a kiss.”

Gong Yin immediately released her mouth and pressed his palm over it, firmly cutting off any possibility of stolen kisses.

The palm covered Jing Hengbo’s nose, making breathing difficult, so she drew a circle on his palm with her tongue tip.

Gong Yin jerked his hand away like he’d been electrocuted. Jing Hengbo wore an expression of great loss as she glared at him: “Oh no, I forgot you probably haven’t washed your hands in days, and didn’t wash them after peeing either…”

“I didn’t!” Gong Yin said, though it was unclear whether he meant he didn’t pee or didn’t wash his hands.

“Let me smell?” Jing Hengbo brought her nose closer.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy skin,” the master resumed his sharp tongue.

“Oh?” Jing Hengbo glanced at him. “Then why are you clinging so tightly to my filthy skin, reluctant to leave?”

Following her gaze, Gong Yin looked down to discover he was still pressed tightly against her. He quickly rolled away and said nothing more.

Jing Hengbo won for the first time, feeling cheerful. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” She laughed three times.

After laughing, she heard three “snap, snap, snap” sounds. Jing Hengbo jumped, nearly thinking she had been too excited and released gas from her belly.

Then she saw Gong Yin stand up methodically and very elegantly, brushing off his sleeves as a blackened rope fell down.

Jing Hengbo was stunned for a while before remembering this was the net rope, soaked through with leopard blood… broken?

Aha, finally broken?

She was finally free? Finally didn’t have to be tied to this guy day and night suffering his bullying?

Along with her joy, she somehow felt a little disappointed, especially thinking about the latter point…

She got up, and indeed the net ropes were soaked with large amounts of fresh blood and had broken apart. Only then did Jing Hengbo understand that Gong Yin’s risky aerial kill of the leopard wasn’t only for self-preservation and escape—it was to break their bonds once and for all.

Was this what exceptional people were like—with each step they took, they’d already planned several steps ahead, never doing anything for just one purpose?

Looking at the ropes blackened with blood, thinking how this net was originally meant to be stained red with hers and Gong Yin’s blood, she couldn’t help shivering.

In an instant, the thought of escape arose again.

Nothing else—these people were too frightening, their thoughts too deep, their struggles too fierce. She couldn’t handle it.

Transmigration golden fingers were meant for turning stones to gold, not for people to hack at for fun.

Of course she couldn’t say this now. In this vast jungle, she still counted on relying on Gong Yin to get out.

Gong Yin walked to the leopard’s side not far away, pulling a thin, long object from under the leopard’s throat. She didn’t know how he manipulated it in his hands, but in the blink of an eye the thing disappeared. Despite staring wide-eyed, Jing Hengbo couldn’t tell what it was or where he’d hidden it.

Such a person would naturally have life-saving items on him—the pearls were one, this thin thing was another. As they say, with high position and great power comes deep trouble. Jing Hengbo found it all rather tiresome.

Looking up at the dense forest, she felt somewhat worried. How could they get out of this remote deep mountain? The mountain was so vast—one or two people entering it was like needles in the ocean. How would Gong Yin’s subordinates find them?

“Let’s go,” Gong Yin turned to look at her.

“Where to?”