Jun Yihuang's narration, which is immersed in the past, is not very long, nor is it too short. The sloping water flow at the top of the small space is still continuing, but it no longer has the momentum of the previous splash, but with the current speed of the water flow, it is still not possible for Lan Zui, who has exhausted his hands and feet to resist climbing up. As for the water surface that slowly rose and flooded Lan Zui's calves, it didn't rise as fast as she imagined. Breathing in the little oxygen remaining on the surface of the water, looking at the level that was slowly rising, Lan Zui clearly discovered one thing: this tomb did not just have an entrance and exit above her head, somewhere under the water that she could not see, there was obviously a smaller water outlet, and that opening was very likely to lead to the outside world, and even when there was no water, this small tomb could be filled with oxygen for people to breathe, so that people could survive.

But Lan Zui knew that with her current situation, it was impossible for her to dive into the water. She didn't know how deep the bottom was, how big the opening was, and whether there would be other strange species in the mouth, lurking in the shadows, waiting to devour this rare meal of fresh meat.

The only thing Lan Zui could do now was to continue to hang like a spider against the wall, keeping most of her body away from the cold water, and talking to Jun Yihuang to draw her attention to the brink, waiting for the mouth above her head to vent the water flow small enough for her to climb back down the pipe, or—wait for the water in the room to completely drain from the bottom opening, revealing another exit hidden in the darkness.

At the same time, the body is full of anxiety and waiting for the future, which is a very torturous willpower thing. Lan Zui moved his back, which had been strangled by steel wire, and sighed deeply with half-closed eyes, I don't know what happened to the others, especially Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng - the rest of them are okay, they all have the experience of going to the ground and their own means of survival, only these two people, one seriously injured and the other dumbfounded, can they survive this sudden change?

Just like Lan Zui guessed, the situation of Bai Suhe and Meng Zheng is not good, very bad.

When the eight stone doors were opened silently, the first thing that was swept away by the water was not only Lan Zui, who was injured in his foot and lacked balance, but also Bai Suhe, who was leaning against the wall, and Meng Zheng, who had been holding Bai Suhe.

Bai Suhe was in front and Meng Zheng was behind, the two of them were in the same situation as Lan Zui at the time, they couldn't resist the huge suction of the narrow drain behind them, and after a little struggle, they were completely wrapped in the water and couldn't help themselves.

Bai Suhe choked on a mouthful of water and fainted at the first time, but Meng Zheng did not faint, on the contrary, her reaction was faster than Lan Zui, she took a deep breath at the moment of struggling out of the water, and then dragged Bai Suhe's waist with one hand, and protected her head and face with the other hand, swimming desperately forward in the direction of the current.

The life of children in the mountains is boring and monotonous, there are no televisions, computers, mobile phones and other electronic products that have been widely circulated outside for entertainment, and there are not even a few books. Mengzheng's childhood was basically similar to the life of a primitive tribe child, except for the necessary mowing of grass and collecting firewood, he climbed up and down in the nearby mountains, or rolled left and right in the water accumulated in the mountain recess to catch fish and shrimp.

The children in the mountains are not squeamish, and there are not so many people to care, and the result of rolling in the water every day is that the water nature of the mite is surprisingly good, as long as you enter the water, you can become a small fish, and completely integrate with the water.

The huge suction of the water was irresistible, and the best option at that time was to swim forward with the current and find the exit as much as possible.

The waterway was far longer than Meng Zheng imagined, and in order to catch Bai Suhe, the small oxygen tank in the hands of the two people did not know where it was washed by the water. The suffocating sensation of holding her breath for a long time made Meng Zheng's ears unable to hear anything but the buzzing sound, and all she saw in front of her was the seemingly endless waterways, the cold water that kept blistering, and Bai Suhe's face so white that it was almost dead.

Under the blue and white light of the miner's lamp overhead, Meng Zheng clearly saw that Bai Suhe's mouth and nose spit out fewer and fewer blisters, his thin lips began to open slightly, and his eyelids only revealed a slit, revealing two out-of-focus and hazy black pupils, as if in the next second, he would spit out the last breath in his chest, forever completely freed from the pain of cold suffocation.

Meng Zheng didn't know why, at that moment, an indescribable, tearing pain came from his chest. Bai Suhe's cold and glamorous face quickly overlapped and mixed with another face that was equally white and lifeless.

"Helan, don't!"

I couldn't hear whose voice it was, so poignant, so desperate, like a cuckoo crying blood, and those who heard it were terrified.

"Fu'er, don't! No! Don't do this to me! Don't leave me, don't leave me alone......! ”

But no matter how the voice screamed, how it called, the closed eyes never opened again, revealing the fiery enthusiasm hidden in the depths again. The lips, which were as thin as a knife, were no longer as sharp as before, with a slight arc and a hint of response.

Save her! Can't let her die!

At that moment, Meng Zheng's mind gave up all thoughts, and only two words kept repeating in his mind: save her!

I don't know where the end is, Meng Zheng only held his breath and was already close to the limit. The experience of rolling in the water told her that she was not a fish, and once she exhaled this breath and could not find an outlet, she was also suffocated, drowning and drowning.

But at that moment, in Meng Zheng's heart, the importance of Bai Suhe's life was obviously far greater than her own.

Without choice or hesitation, Meng Zheng used all the strength of his thin arms to wrap his arms around Bai Suhe's waist and put his lips together on the thin lips that were half-open and half-closed.

The last remaining scarce air blew hard from Meng Zheng's throat into Bai Suhe's mouth along the lips of the two of them.

Bai Suhe's lips are very thin, and when they are tightened, they form a straight line, which looks ruthless and mean. At this moment, because of the large hypothermia, it is even more cold. But Bai Suhe's thin lips still have a woman's unique softness and sweetness, and when Meng Zheng was crossing the air, his tongue accidentally touched Bai Suhe's teeth, and he could even feel a fresh and cold taste.

Just like Baek So-ha himself, he is cold and arrogant, but fascinating.

Meng Zheng seemed to be enchanted, the tightly connected lips no longer wanted to part, the black pupils contained all kinds of complex feelings of curiosity, obsession, helplessness, and fear, and the soft tongue followed the blowing air, flexibly burrowed into the back of Bai Suhe's teeth, and wrapped around another tongue that was also soft but cold and unresponsive.

Kissing and sucking are the skills that human beings will have since they were infants, Meng Zheng trembled and carefully continued to suck the tip of another soft glutinous tongue that did not belong to herself, only to feel that the buzzing sound of the water in her ears was getting louder and louder, her chest began to suffocate pain, and Bai Suhe's face in front of her was gradually misty, she didn't know whether this qiē was because of the chain reaction brought about by suffocation, or the huge impact that this kind of intimate behavior had never experienced on herself.

Meng Zheng had no way to judge how fast or slow the passage of time was, the suffocation feeling of pain and beauty coexisted for a few minutes, or just a few seconds, with a loud sound of water turbulence, Meng Zheng felt the weightlessness of her body volley a second before she was about to lose consciousness, and then in the next second, she and Bai Suhe fell quickly towards the empty bottom.

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