The two Maseratis soared into the air and, upon reaching the highest point, stopped, then spiraled downward, rapidly falling into the deep valley.
Inside the cars, Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue were already terrified, their faces pale with fear.
Instinctively, both pressed hard on the accelerator, but only the sound of the engine idling could be heard, as the sports cars beneath them failed to accelerate forward.
At this moment, Ouyang Feiting felt utterly hopeless. Since she had lost Wang Yan, what was the difference between living and dying? Dying would at least bring an end, and her heart wouldn't hurt anymore.
However, when Ouyang Feiting turned her head and saw Beiming Xue in the red Maserati trailing them, a sudden feeling of guilt welled up inside her: "I'm sorry, you should have been living happily together with Brother Wang Yan."
Just then, Beiming Xue in the red Maserati also looked over at Ouyang Feiting.
Beiming Xue shouted towards Ouyang Feiting, "The three of us together..."
The mountain winds howled in the high sky, and the distance between them made Beiming Xue's words come fragmented in the gusts.
"The three... together?" Ouyang Feiting repeated Beiming Xue's words in her mind, not understanding at first.
But suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she looked up at Beiming Xue: "The three of us together?"
Ouyang Feiting shouted loudly.
Beiming Xue's anxious face finally showed a hint of a smile, and then Beiming Xue nodded.
Upon gaining Beiming Xue's approval, Ouyang Feiting's heart bubbled like a pot, continually chanting, "The three of us together, the three of us together... Yes, the three of us together, how happy we would be."
A joyful smile appeared on Ouyang Feiting's face, replacing the dense desire for death she had felt earlier.
At this moment, she actually began to look forward to being together again with Wang Yan and Beiming Xue.
Yet the cars were still rapidly falling, and the painful feeling of weightlessness quickly replaced the happiness, making Ouyang Feiting feel as if she were falling into Hell.
"Am I going to die? It would be nice not to die!" Ouyang Feiting thought, turning back to look at Beiming Xue, also facing death fearfully: "Xue'er, I'm sorry."
Beiming Xue also looked at Ouyang Feiting, and the two lifelong enemies, at that moment, saw no trace of hostility in each other's eyes, which were filled with pure friendship.
"Enemies, enemies, indeed destined to die together."
The same words echoed in both of their hearts, turning enemies into friends at the brink of death, with a smile appearing on both their faces.
"Brother Wang Yan, we'll wait for you in the Underworld."
Just as the two cars were about to fall into the valley, suddenly, their cars inexplicably accelerated forward for some reason, instantly leaping tens of meters; the front wheels landing on the surface of the opposite Broken Bridge, and with the inertia of the vehicles, both cars drove out and stopped on the empty road opposite.
Feeling the sports cars under them no longer falling, finally coming to a stop, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting both felt drained of all strength, slumping back in their seats. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
However, the next moment, they immediately sat up from their seats, opened the car doors, and stepped out of the cars.
Looking at each other, they both froze for a moment, and then their mouths simultaneously lifted, showing a hint of a smile.
Gradually, the smile grew stronger, spreading from the corners of their mouths across their entire faces, until their eyes were also filled with joy.
Ouyang Feiting asked Beiming Xue, "Do you really mean it?"
Beiming Xue seriously nodded and said, "Mm."
"The three of us together?"
The sun's rays shone upon the mountainside, illuminating the two delicate doll-like beautiful girls.
Their smiles were so honest, so happy, so joyful, so warm.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting walked together, extending their arms to embrace each other, and almost simultaneously, both began to cry.
But this time their tears were filled with happiness, warmth, and hope.
After crying for a while, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.
Their eyes curved like crescents, though still with shimmering tears at the corners, their smiles were genuinely delighted and refreshing.
Below the Broken Bridge, on the cliff.
A person was seen lying on the smooth cliff, moving up towards the Broken Bridge with both hands and feet.
But when he heard Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting crying and laughing on the Broken Bridge, he immediately stopped, a puzzled expression appearing on his face as he frowned in thought.
The person on the cliff was Wang Yan himself.
It turned out that after Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue drove away, Wang Yan chased after them.
Only when he caught up to the Broken Bridge did Wang Yan finally catch up with them.
Just as the two sports cars flew onto the Broken Bridge and were about to fall off the cliff, Wang Yan rushed under their cars, lifting them up, pushing the two cars onto the opposite Broken Bridge.
Otherwise, the sports cars would have long fallen into the valley.
But the weight of the two sports cars was too great, and after lifting them, Wang Yan himself fell towards the valley, only stopping when grabbing a branch protruding from the cliff just before hitting the valley floor.
After stopping, Wang Yan quickly climbed up towards the Broken Bridge.
He initially thought that, given how desperately Ouyang Feiting and Beiming Xue had been chasing each other moments earlier, while he had temporarily saved them, they would still seek death like before.
Little did he know that when he got halfway up, he heard them crying and laughing together, completely as if they had become one person.
Wang Yan was utterly confused; he really couldn't understand what Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were up to.
Why did they behave like fighting cocks earlier and suddenly reconcile a moment later?
Staying on the cliff, after hearing the reconciliation of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, and seeing their sports cars gradually drive away, Wang Yan remained motionless.
What Wang Yan pondered endlessly was what kind of Magic Skill Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting had employed to turn enemies into friends.
Especially compared to this move 'Turning Enemies into Friends,' his own First Magic Skill 'Eye of Bewitchment' seemed utterly insignificant.
Despite thinking for a long time, Wang Yan couldn't comprehend what was going on.
Sighing, Wang Yan climbed up to the Broken Bridge, lowered his head, and slowly walked back.
Taking it easy, Wang Yan climbed over the vast mountains heading towards Wanghai City.
Before he knew it, Wang Yan arrived at a desolate spot to find a small thatched hut halfway up the barren mountain.
Outside the hut stood a grey-haired old man, adopting a strange pose.
The old man was crouching in a horse stance, his legs firmly planted while his hands were raised high, his right hand tugging his earlobe, and his left hand held aloft holding a withered wooden staff.
Although the old man's movements were peculiar, Wang Yan squinted instinctively because he sensed a strong and alarming aura from the old man that made him shiver.