Gong Lingye's face was pale, his eyes were half-squinted, and his hair, which was wet by the sea, was attached to his forehead, even if the whole person was in trouble and faded away from a compelling aura, he still gave people a sense of nobility.

Song Yiren stood in front of him, looked at him condescendingly, and turned around to leave directly.

At this time, the direction of the wind seems to have changed, and the sea seems to be the junction of the rising and low tides, and the waves that have just pushed people up seem to have changed knots, and there is a tendency to pull people into the water.

As soon as Song Yiren took two steps, he found that Gong Lingye was swept back into the water by the waves, half-floating and half-sinking, and seemed to be swallowed by the water at any time.

She stared coldly for two seconds, then withdrew her gaze and continued calmly to check on the island.

This small island is really small, probably not much bigger than a football field, and the whole island is probably a protruding submarine reef.

There is very little vegetation around the island, and the Song Yi people estimate that when the tide rises, the island will be able to show a small point.

It's just that because there are many stones, it really allowed the Song Yi people to find a hiding place.

It was a natural cavity in the reef, which could accommodate two or three people, and it was really inconspicuous from the outside, and if she hadn't looked carefully, she wouldn't have found it.

Song Yiren walked in and planned to rest first, and then find a way to wait for rescue, but as soon as he sat down, he heard something moving outside.

She was in her heart, could it be that those people had found it?

So, Gong Ling is half dead in the water at night, will he be discovered?

In fact, it is obviously better for him to be captured, which means that she is safe. However, Song Yiren took a deep breath and always felt that although Gong Lingye harmed her, it was a fresh life after all, and she didn't seem to be able to see death without help.

Zhengtian people were fighting, and their vision suddenly darkened, and Song Yiren was on guard, but they found that the person who came in was Gong Lingye.

He pursed his lips, obviously in a very bad state, and when he came in, he sat down straight and brushed his arm over Song Yiren's shoulder.

"I thought you'd pull me. He spoke in a flat tone.

Song Yiren sneered, his eyes were cold: "I'm still here thanks to you, I can't wait for you to die outside, how can I pull you?"

Gong Lingye turned his head to look at Song Yiren for two seconds, and then stopped talking.

After a while, he spoke, "I'm sorry. ”

He didn't mean to harm her, because he knew from the beginning that those people were coming for him.

They want his life, and they want other benefits.

And whether it is Song Yiren or Gu Tingxue, the other party should have no killing intention at the beginning. After all, they didn't want to offend the Gu family, and the people at Gong Mochen's birthday banquet were either rich or expensive, so they didn't need to make enemies.

It was only later that he killed the other party's people in order to survive, and those people really had murderous intentions towards Song Yiren.

However, the reason why he pulled her into the water was because Gu Tingxue had been in poor health since she was a child, and it was almost a gift from God to be able to live until now. It's like if it's Gu Tingxue at this moment, I'm afraid both of them will confess in the sea.

Gong Lingye makes decisions, and he has always made the most rational judgment and choice. It's just that this time he does owe Song Yiren, because if he didn't deliberately mislead the other party, then she would definitely be out of trouble.

Therefore, it is equivalent to him forcing Song Yiren to help Gu Tingxue block a potentially life-threatening accident.

Gong Lingye was weak, and he didn't bother to explain these causes and consequences clearly, in short, he owed her, and it was understandable that she hated him.

Sure enough, in the next second, I heard Song Yiren sneer: "Heh, Mr. Gong is really affectionate!"

So affectionate that he traded the life of another innocent woman for the safety of his woman!

When Gong Lingye heard the word 'affectionate', he suddenly remembered Song Yiren's confession to Gong Mochen on the cruise ship, and the curvature of the corners of his lips lightened: "Each other." ”

Song Yiren didn't say anything more, everything around him quieted down, and as a result, Gong Lingye's heavy breathing became a little obvious.

He felt the pain in his shoulder blades numb his nerves, and if he didn't take it out, he might not be able to bear it.

He took out the Swiss Army knife from his pocket and said to Song Yiren, "Can you please help me take out the steel nails on my back shoulder?"

As if he was afraid that Song Yiren would refuse, Gong Lingye said again: "After you are rescued, I will give you the corresponding reward." ”

"No need. Song Yiren said lightly: "You helped me before, this time I will help you, you don't have to thank me!"

The corners of his lips curled with a mocking arc: "Okay." ”

Although he should be down, when Song Yiren saw Gong Lingye's wound, the whole person was still shocked.

The steel nail was clearly embedded deep in the flesh, and she could only faintly see the tail of the steel nail, drowning in flesh.

The wound had shed a lot of blood before, as could be seen from the blood stains on the shirt, but after being soaked in seawater, it was now white.

Song Yiren raised her hand and gestured, and found that because Gong Lingye was taller than her, she couldn't use her strength when she raised her hand, so she said: "You lie on my lap, I'll try it, but it doesn't mean that I can really take out the steel nail." ”

Gong Lingye obeyed, first took off the shirt on his upper body, and then lay on Song Yiren's lap.

The light in the line of sight is not very good, but there is sunlight through the hole, one by one, in different sizes.

When Song Yiren picked up the knife, his hand trembled obviously.

She remembered that it was only a little more than a month ago that Chu Mingyao was holding such a knife and cut her skin.

Song Yiren's hand clenched the knife, his bones turned white, and his hands trembled violently.

"Don't be afraid. Gong Lingye spoke, his warm breath fell on Song Yiren's legs, his voice was low and hoarse, but because of his weakness, he inexplicably had a kind of restrictive taste: "Just take it out, I'll be fine." ”

Song Yiren tried his best to wipe away the complicated emotions in his heart, and slashed hard, and in an instant, blood beads diffused out, and the tail of the steel nail could be seen more clearly.

Through the thin layer of silk clothing on his thighs, Song Yiren clearly felt that Gong Lingye's chest muscles were instantly tense, and the whole person stiffened.

It's just that he didn't say anything, not even snorting.

Perhaps because he thought of himself at the beginning, Song Yiren's voice unconsciously softened, and there was a gentle taste: "You still need to draw it, a cross, you can take it out, you hold on a little longer." ”

Gong Lingye inexplicably wanted to see her expression at the moment, but in the end, she didn't move, and only responded: "Okay." ”

Song Yiren dropped the knife again, this time, her movements were more neat than before, when the blood spread out again, she quickly looked at the tail of the steel nail, and used the tweezers on the other end of the Gong Lingye saber to clamp the tail of the steel nail, and pulled it out hard.

"When!" the steel nail landed on the reef with a crisp sound as she lost her strength.

Song Yiren obviously felt that Gong Lingye's tense muscles finally relaxed, she picked up the shirt that Gong Lingye had taken off, and tore two long strips of cloth with a knife.

One was quickly folded into small squares and pressed against his wound, and the other was longer, intended to be bandaged.

She put her arm around his shoulder: "It's okay, I'll help you bandage it now." ”

Gong Lingye struggled to stand up, there was no blood on his thin lips, but because of the beautiful shape of his lips, he still gave birth to a decadent and sickly beauty: "Thank you." ”

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the whole person leaned weakly on Song Yiren's shoulder.