With a voice, "Don't think." She sank into a deep sink.

His lips were domineering against her blood-stained lips.

The warm touch pulled her back and forth from her trance.

Her immobile body, and her eyes that couldn't open them, wanted to respond to the touch.

In the haze, someone lowered her into the water.

Take a bath? Or water burial?

……

Waking up, he found himself in a familiar waterhole. "What is this?"

"Flowing Wave Pool." The man leaning against the stone wall behind him replied lazily.

She touched her face, her hands, her arms. It is warm to the touch and is elastic.

"I'm not dead?" ......

Chapter 77 Who would want to die is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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