A Lamborghini is still a Lamborghini, and no matter how good and expensive the car is, it can't be a submarine.

The moment the front of the car plunged into the sea, the seawater poured into the car along the gap in the body. At this time, the pressure outside is too great, and you can't open the door from the inside, and you can only break the glass to escape.

At this moment, Dong Wuyan was completely panicked.

She's not a trained killer, and she's not a professional race car driver – so her first instinct in such a situation is not to apply the brakes, but to turn the steering wheel to avoid the car on the other side.

And so, tragedy struck.

"Hey, you can swim?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan, who was panicked, and asked.

"What?" Dong Wuyan was called by Yan Murong, and then he came back to his senses.

"I said you could swim?" Yan Murong asked loudly. The water has already reached the knee level, and it is estimated that in less than a minute, the entire car will be filled with water.

"I will." Dong Wuyan replied in the affirmative.

"Alright, get ready for a swim." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. Hunting geese all day long, but the geese pecked their eyes.

Yan Murong feels like this now, and she has a depressed heart to die.

Originally, I was thinking about luring the other party to a place where no one was and letting the little snake catch people, but the little snake didn't appear, and no one was caught, but he was made by Dong Wuyan's woman's panicked actions and fell into the sea with people and cars - this kind of scene that can only be seen in foreign blockbusters, Yan Murong can be regarded as experiencing what it means to be exciting today. Similarly, I feel really aggrieved in my heart.

"Bang-click!"

Yan Murong grabbed the silver needle with two fingers and punched the Lamborghini's bulletproof glass. Then, tiny, earthworm-like cracks appeared on the windshield of the door.

"Bang!"

Yan Murong turned sideways, almost leaning his body against Dong Wuyan, and kicked at the glass with one foot, and then, the crack began to spread around.

"Bang-click."

Finally, when Zai Yan Murong kicked the third kick, and the sea water was about to spread to his chest, the glass on the door was finally overwhelmed, announcing the complete end of its mission.

"Let's go." Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan and swam out along the gap in the car window.

Now, Yan Murong is grateful to the old man in his heart, and he wants to die or live. If it weren't for the immoral old man who often kicked him down the waterfall, he would have said goodbye to this flower world this time, and waited peacefully to be used as fish food.

"Gollum."

Because the car sank too fast, the two people were already more than 30 meters away from the sea when they got out of the car. Dong Wuyan didn't swim a few meters before the air stored in his lungs ran out, and he opened his mouth and began to spit bubbles like a crab.

Being in the sea, and it was dark again, Yan Murong couldn't see Dong Wuyan's situation, she only felt that she grabbed her hand harder and harder, so she pulled her to her side, hugged her head and put her mouth up.

Relying on the last bit of air left in his lungs, Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan and quickly swam up - to be honest, Yan Murong could hold his breath for two to three minutes even if there was no air, but because Dong Wuyan was there, Yan Murong didn't dare to take her to dive swimming.

Sighing in his heart, Yan Murong thought, hoping that the two people above would think that he was dead, otherwise he would swim up with Dong Wuyan and be arrested by others.

"Whoa—"

The two finally swam to the surface, while breathing in a big gulp of fresh air to relieve the discomfort in their lungs, Yan Murong raised his head and looked at the bridge, but because the sky was too dark, he couldn't see whether the people on the bridge were still there.

"How are you?" Yan Murong turned his head and looked at Dong Wuyan, who was panting for breath while stepping on water to maintain his balance.

"Cold." Dong Wuyan said in a trembling voice.

Although it is summer, the water temperature in the sea is not very high at night, and after a few minutes in the water, your body starts to chill. Coupled with the fright, Dong Wuyan now felt paralyzed in his hands and feet, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. If it weren't for her willpower, she would have sunk into the sea.

Yan Murong said that this bit of coldness was not cold to him at all, and it was much warmer than being kicked down the waterfall by the old man with his bare butt in the winter.

"Hold me and hold on." Yan Murong looked around and found that the position they were in now was only about two hundred meters away from the shore, so he wrapped his arms around Dong Wuyan's waist with one hand and began to swim towards the shore.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters - Finally, Yan Murong felt that his feet had touched the beach, so he pulled Dong Wuyan to stand up.

"Whew."

Yan Murong exhaled and lay directly on his back on the beach - swimming such a long distance with a person in his arms was really a physical job, and he was also tired.

"Hey, how are you?" Yan Murong turned his head sideways and looked at Dong Wuyan, who was also lying on the beach, his chest undulating and undulating, and asked.

Originally, Dong Wuyan wore little, but after a soak in the seawater, the horse on the outside was caught and he didn't know where it had drifted, and the T-shirt inside was also soaked in the sea water and stuck tightly to her body, making her already not bad figure look even more plump and attractive.

Looking through the moonlight, he saw the purple bra that wrapped his chest inside-Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, I heard that the women in purple underwear are all sullen types, and I don't know if it's true or not.

"I'm fine." After a long pause, Dong Wuyan said weakly.

"It's okay." Yan Murong turned over and stood up from the beach, pulled Dong Wuyan up, and said. "It's not safe here, so let's get out of here first."

"Yes, sir, it is true, as you say, that it is not safe here."

As soon as Yan Murong's words fell, a voice sounded behind him, and when he turned his head, Yan Murong was surprised to find that a white T-shirt was so magically floating in the air.

"Holy,." Yan Murong was shocked, and quickly pulled Dong Wuyan back a few steps.

"You're rude." The voice came from the eerie T-shirt floating in the air. "I can think you're racist, right?"

It wasn't until the T-shirt floated in front of him that Yan Murong realized that the T-shirt was not floating in the air for no reason, but that it had to be put on the body of a black African person in order to reflect this weird scene.

Yan Murong smiled bitterly, thinking that the other party had already left, but he didn't expect to block him on the shore.

Pulling Dong Wuyan behind him, Yan Murong looked at the black man in front of him vigilantly, and at the same time, there was an extra silver needle between his fingers, ready to fight back at any time.