The wind and waves on the sea became more urgent, and the dark clouds in the distance covered it like a black cloth.

Like boiling water in a hanging pot, the waves set off a two-metre-high wave and crashed against the edge of the boat.

The expressions of the three people on the wooden boat became nervous.

Chen Fei stood in a figure-eight shape with his legs, nailed to the surface of the boat, his body swayed up and down with the ups and downs of the waves, and Li Yunqing on the opposite side suddenly saw the opportunity, took a big step forward, raised the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely.

Chen Fei's footsteps did not move, and with the fluctuation of the ship's board, the whole person suddenly moved half a meter to the side, which was able to avoid this ferocious blow.

The wind is strong, the waves are high, and the rain is hazy.

Li Yunqing touched his cheek with his free hand, shook off the seawater on his face, and glanced behind him secretly, looking even more impatient.

If Chen Fei is not dealt with before the storm comes, the three of them will be overturned in the sea.

The cabin was small, and it was constantly swaying up and down, left and right under the influence of the waves, and the side holding the dagger had the advantage.

All of Chen Fei's attention fell on the dagger in the other party's hand, and he moved as far back as he could, squeezing the last shred of dodge space behind him.

After a wave, the boat fell from a high place again.

Li Yunqing saw the opportunity to pounce and slashed at Chen Fei frantically with a dagger.

The latter simply did not have room to hide, and a step further back was the sea.

At the critical moment, the experience of the mercenary period gave him an accurate judgment, he was short, his feet crossed the surface of the boat, and he kicked down the opponent.

The two then wrestled together.

All Chen Fei's attention was on the dagger that could kill him instantly, and with the help from the board under him, he stuck Li Yunqing's right hand holding the dagger with both hands, and the opponent's left fist fell on Chen Fei's face like no money.

At this moment, there is no possibility of any retreat on either side.

Either you die or I die.

The cabin had already been covered by a layer of 10 centimeters of seawater, which looked extremely slippery, Chen Fei arched a few times with his buttocks, but did not borrow the slightest strength, so he had to rely on his feet to kick on the splint of the cabin, trying to avoid the opponent's hammered fist.

Li Yunqing's right hand was held by Chen Fei, and he couldn't break free a few times, and the dagger accidentally slipped down in some entanglement, sinking under the sea water in the cabin, and quickly lost his trace.

The two simply acted like scoundrels on the street, holding each other's upper bodies, punching, biting, and headbutting, and did not stop killing the other party.

The wooden boat was constantly undulating in the waves, sometimes at a height of three meters above sea level, then falling below the sea level, and then whirling in the sea and being thrown into the air.

It seems to fall apart at any moment and drown in the sea.

Degas at the bow of the boat didn't know when he got up, he crawled over, stretched out his hand and groped in the sea water in the cabin, and after a while picked up the dagger that Li Yunqing dropped in the cabin.

The thin and weak man with glasses, holding the dagger, seemed to be a different person, he was hideous, yelling, roaring, cursing, and then slashed at Li Yunqing's vest.

Li Yunqing, who was fighting with Chen Fei, ignored Degas at all, only felt a pain in his back, and the strength in his hand became weaker, and Chen Fei took the opportunity to turn over, but instead pressed him into the seawater.

"Give...... Dagger ......"

Chen Fei stretched out his right hand and took the murder weapon handed over by Degas, and then rained down on Li Yunqing.

The opponent struggled to resist for a moment, Xu Shi ran out of strength in the process of fighting with Chen Fei, and soon lay on his back in the cabin motionless like a dead fish.

Blood continued to flow out of Li Yunqing's body, melted into the icy seawater, and soon became a ball, and they could no longer distinguish each other.

Chen Fei lifted his shirt and lifted it vigorously, and the figure of the other party disappeared into the waves.

The life-and-death battle between the three of them only lasted for a few minutes, and the dark clouds not far away had already climbed to a distance of dozens of meters from the boat.

Chen Fei hurriedly glanced back, then wrapped himself in his shirt, his feet resting on the side of the boat, and his left and right hands tightly grasped the splint behind him.

"Quick, hold your body and don't let go."

Degas knew that the situation was a crisis, a matter of life and death, and learned from Chen Fei in the same way, hugging him on the splint in the middle like a little shrimp.

He looked at Chen Fei, and there was no fear on his face, but a calmness that was about to be relieved.

"It's better than dying in prison." At this moment, Degas suddenly smiled on his face, and shouted at Chen Fei next to him.

It seems to be explaining something, and it seems to be persuading something.

Then the wooden boat was covered with a black cloth.

The sea water rolled up in the wind fell on the two of them like knives, and the ears, noses, and eyelids were full of seawater drilled in, making it difficult for the two to breathe.

Chen Fei took one last look at Degas, the broken frame on the bridge of the other party's nose was missing, he bit his lips, his face was as pale as the belly of a dead fish floating on the water, without a trace of blood.

The memory in Chen Fei's mind flowed back suddenly, and a thousand words finally converged into one sentence, ", is the difficulty of this copy really a star?" ”

"I'm not going to die here, am I?"

"Actually, Dandan's girl is very good-looking, with white skin, thin waist and long legs, if I can go back, I will definitely ask her out to watch a movie......"

Perhaps the image of Dandan that appeared in Chen Fei's mind at the last moment was too tempting, when the boat kept struggling in the waves, he never let go of his hand, and finally ...... until exhausted.

Chen Fei fainted in the dark.

When I woke up again, I only felt that my body was still shaking.

Wow.

He opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of seawater, his mind cleared for a moment, and he struggled to raise his head to find that he was being carried on a rudimentary stretcher by two strangers in raincoats.

Degas, who was not far away, was still in a coma, but one hand fell on the stretcher and kept shaking, which quickly dazzled Chen Fei's eyes.

There was a burst of chirping around him, and Chen Fei didn't understand a word, but he could still feel the kindness and surprise from the other party from these bird words.

"Saved!"

A thought crossed Chen Fei's mind, and then he fainted again.

When he woke up again, a few days later, he was lying on a hard bed, wrapped in a shabby bed of cotton wool, surrounded by a wall of black tarpaulin and straw.

The room was very small, except for a wooden bed, and only a wooden door was left wide open.

The outside of the house was bright, and from time to time barefoot children ran by, and a smell mixed with sunlight and sea breeze instantly poured into Chen Fei's nose.

He struggled to get out of the plank bed, only to feel that his legs were light, as if the ground was still shaking.

When I stepped barefoot on the soft grains of sand outside the house, I realized that life was still in me.

Under a coconut tree next to the hut, an old woman in a gray-black coat was sewing a coat on her hand with stitches and threads.

Chen Fei smiled weakly at her and asked blankly, "Where is this?" What about my other companion? ”

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I'm not in good shape and I'm still trying to adjust......