"Drown you! Drown you goth spy! ”

This cripple is like crazy, if I hadn't been lying on the shield, the belt of my left hand on the shield would not have made me sink, but it had made me drowning all the time, I don't know how to describe the river water, I really drank a lot, Andrew was like a water dog covered in armor, and he didn't forget me while drinking water.

"Enough! You damn cripple! ”

After suffocating in the water for so long, I roared angrily and pulled out my sword suddenly! If you have a guy in your hand, you will immediately raise your momentum, and if you have a guy, you will have courage. I couldn't help but say, swinging the sword directly on his shoulder, it really responded to the truth that thousands of words are not as good as direct actions. Andrew is calm now, this guy with no muscles and no brains, I really don't dare to imagine if my head is not good if I have been a ghost for a long time! Fortunately, this guy is a knowledgeable master, and in the end he still knows that the things in my hand are not easy to mess with, and now he is honest, and he will not let go of the flag of the legion holding his treasure for a moment.

"Listen, you damn cripple!"

I slammed the sword on his shoulder, the blade sank into the skin of his neck, as long as he continued to mess around like he did just now, I can't guarantee how much damage this sharp blade can do to this cripple, or directly kill his ghost, this I am a little curious, you say that when a person dies, he kicks his legs, and the ghost dies, so what is it? I don't know, and no one alive knows. I felt the urge to try it for a moment, and I quickly suppressed the evil thoughts in my heart, and we both floated on the water, and after a while we came to the confluence of a river. All of a sudden, the direction of the river shifted sharply to the right, and I just felt like I hit something hard and the world was spinning. What about this cripple named Andrew? Just look at the emptiness of the place where the blade of the sword points in front of me.

"No, this guy let go and sank with his precious flagpole."

As I was talking, I looked sideways and saw a tree as thick as a coffin rushing down the river at an alarming speed.

"Damn, it's broken!"

Seeing the huge log getting closer and closer along the river, I hurriedly used the sword in my right hand as an oar to try to speed up my drift or change myself in a different direction, but in the face of this wide and turbulent river, I was like a weak leaf floating on the water, and there was no room for autonomy on the surface of the river.

I never thought that I would escape from the mouth of a wild dog and save a cripple, but now the cripple could not be found (so the metal chain mail in it, even a master swimmer would have to sink into the river and not get up) I don't know where I died, and now if this wood hits me, I will almost die with that stinky cripple.

That's fine, it's the same ghosts anyway, they're all people who have died once, I thought so, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and wait for the wood to smash my head. Now I can't think about what the next hell will look like, and I don't know if I can be reincarnated, it must be the same sin to do nothing, otherwise I wouldn't go to hell.

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt that my shoulders were lifted suddenly, and soon the upper half of my body was lifted up, hanging in the air, I opened my eyes now, and saw the wood just past me, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, now it seems that there is no danger. Looking back, I just want to see who saved me so thanks, who would have thought that this time I would see the decay of Andrew's lameness, and suddenly the gratitude in my heart was thrown out of the clouds, leaving me vigilant, thinking that this guy would not have any crooked eyes, I was afraid that this guy would decide to die, like a dead brain in those martial arts novels, and he would not give up if he didn't die in his hands. Andrew didn't say anything, just put me on the log, because the wound in the abdomen was not treated, I sat up with great difficulty, but I didn't expect this guy to find a piece of driftwood by himself, and now he is sitting face to face with me at both ends of the driftwood, he is holding the flag of the legion decorated with gold, and I don't know if he really likes this flag, or if he wants to covet the gold on it. I took the shield and the iron sword, and the two looked at each other, without saying a word, and looked at each other alertly.

There are more and more driftwood around, and it seems that it is all drifting down from the upstream, and it seems that the driftwood will be collected somewhere downstream, but not here.

"Hey, I said."

I tried to break the silence until Andrew blinked, as if to show me that he was listening to what I had to say, so I didn't have to hold back. I cleared my throat and continued, "I still have to thank you for this, if it weren't for you, I might have ......"

"You don't have to thank me," Andrew also rejected my thanks directly, only to hear him say: "I think this is much less physical and mental than the physical and mental power it took you to rescue me from the wild dog's mouth, but one life for another, we can be even." ”

I, I was expecting to pay off the life-saving grace so easily and wishfully, I was getting more and more incomprehensible about what this Roman ghost was doing, I shrugged helplessly, forget it, whatever this guy says, after all, in his opinion, everything that should be owed has been paid off. I put my sword back into the sheath, and after a period of soaking in water, and now I came out of the water to let the cold wind blow on the river, I couldn't help but tremble all over, my head was dizzy, the pain in my stomach did not diminish at all, the dark red blood was flowing out of the gap in the chain mail sealed by the strip of cloth, the kind of spasmodic pain and the unbearable torture of my head about to explode, I even complained a little bit about why Andrew saved me, so that it was more comfortable to give me a pleasure than to sit on this wood and suffer. But the more it looks, the more my head hurts, I stretch out my hand to touch my forehead, it's so hot that I feel like I can boil an egg, maybe the wound is infected, I'm watching this driftwood just keep going down the river, this river seems to have no head, it's not strange, the Lechuan River is endless, but I don't know how long I can live if it goes on like this, this is also a long insight, knowing that this guy will be worse than dead when he is a ghost in the underworld.

"Hey, how are you?"

Andrew, on the other side, saw my discomfort, his face was a little worried, asked me, I didn't answer, there were already Venus in front of me, and my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and gradually I couldn't support my body anymore, and I was about to fall sideways, and the last thing I saw was Andrew's outstretched right hand, I hope he held me, otherwise I really want to be friends with the water ghosts in this river.