At this time, the little ghost came back from outside, skimmed Nanfan with a proud face, looked at Qian Jiao again, and finally his eyes fell on the curtain she was hugging tightly, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Qian Jiao took the time to glare at it in annoyance.

The little ghost received Qian Jiao's dissatisfaction, hurriedly corrected his attitude, and reported his work to her seriously.

"The master, except for the people in this room, everyone on the ship, has sunk into the sea."

Qian Jiao secretly glared at Nan Fan, who turned her back, and nodded to the little ghost.

The little ghost saw that Qian Jiao ignored it, and it sneaked up to Nanfan, looking him up and down, left and right.

After another half an hour, the hull suddenly shuddered violently.

Qian Jiaojiao, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes violently, and saw that Nan Fan had touched the door, opened the door a thin slit, and was cautiously looking out of the door.

Qian Jiao watched his actions nervously, but secretly asked the little ghost, what's wrong outside?

The little ghost only sensed it slightly when he heard this, and a pair of rag eyes blinked, and then he was a little embarrassed and a little weak-hearted, and looked at Qian Jiao.

Qian Jiao was anxious by her, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The little ghost's eyes were a little evasive, and he was a little embarrassed to say: "I threw the boat into the sea, and the big ship hit the reef......"

Qian Jiao: "......" is simply amazing.

Nan Fan looked at the door for a while, but he didn't find anything, so he hurriedly closed the door again, walked to the window and took down Qian Jiao's half-dried clothes.

The wind outside the window was a little strong, the sun was not so hot, the sun was shining into the clouds from time to time, and the air smelled a little damp.

If it were the old people by the sea, according to their experience, they would have known that heavy rain was coming.

Nan Fan took the clothes to the bedside, lowered his voice and said to her, "Jiaojiao, I'm going out for a while, you put on the clothes first." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Qian Jiao's reaction, he had already reached out and scooped the person up from the bed.

And at the moment when Qian Jiao was blushing, she carefully put on her shirt and trousers, and quickly put them on for her, and then helped her sit on the inside of the bed.

Then he handed his pistol to her hand, and said in a cautious and serious tone: "Don't be afraid, hold the gun tightly, whoever comes in will be beaten, I'll go out and have a look, and I'll be back soon." ”

Qian Jiao took the gun that Nan Fan stuffed into her hand, and saw him turn around and walk to the door, and dragged Yin Tingxuan, who was tied into a zongzi, to the ground next to the bed, before saying to Qian Jiao: "The hostage is left to you, in case of danger, try to delay until I come to save you." ”

After Nan Fan finished speaking, he quickly opened the door and rushed out.

Qian Jiao, who didn't have time to speak the whole time, looked at Yin Tingxuan on the ground, and the gun in his hand, and looked up at the little ghost who was also a little confused.

Nan Fan carefully touched the big boat, and found that the boat was empty, and the water on the bilge ground had overflowed the instep.

It is an indisputable fact that the big ship ran aground and leaked.

Although I don't know where the people on board have disappeared, the most important thing at the moment is how to get out of the ship.

He searched around the bilge, and finally found an escape boat in a pile of twine.

Because of the leakage of the previous boat, this Nanfan was inspected very carefully.

Although the generator has been dismantled, fortunately, there are oars, and it is also excellent to have such a small boat to escape at such a critical moment when the ship is about to sink.

After the inspection, Nan Fan hurriedly ran back to the room, the door opened, and Qian Jiao was still sitting on the inside of the bed.

He strode in and got into bed.

Qian Jiaozhi heard him say urgently: "Come with me." ”

Then the body was light, and the whole person was picked up by Nan Fan in the air, and then under the equally stunned expressions of Qian Jiao and the little ghost, he quickly left the room and ran all the way to the bilge.

The water had already overflowed the calves, and some small objects in the bilge had begun to float.

Nan Fan's footsteps on the stairs paused, his eyes swept over Qian Jiao in his arms, saw her pale face, thought for a moment, and put her on the stairs and sat down.

He whispered to her, "You wait here first." ”

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Qian Jiao looked at his running figure, then looked at the more and more sea water under the stairs, and frowned at the little ghost who was grinning in his heart.

This thing feels more and more unreliable.

Nan Fan quickly came down with a quilt in his arms.

Qian Jiao watched him put the quilt in the boat, and then ran a few times under the boat, got a lot of things, wrapped it again, wrapped it in a waterproof cloth, tied it with hemp rope, and tied it to the lifebuoy.

Then he came back and lowered the boat into the sea, threw his wrapped things into the sea, and tied the other end of the rope to the stern.

Qian Jiao took advantage of his efforts before and after running, took out a large backpack from the space and put it on the stairs at his feet.

waited until Nan Fan took another bundle of hemp rope and put it on the boat with a waterproof cloth that was enough to wrap the boat, and then came back and picked up Qian Jiao and boarded the boat.

When he saw the backpack at her feet, he was only stunned for a moment, and then thought that she had brought it with her when she got on the boat, and without thinking too much, he carried the bag onto the boat.

At this time, the water in the bilge of the big ship had reached the calf.

The wind outside was stronger, and the sun had completely hidden in the clouds, Nan Fan glanced in the direction of the big boat, rowed the small boat and hurried away.

The weather at sea was changing rapidly, and their boat had only rowed far away, and the sky had already sunk.

Nanfan wrapped a waterproof cloth around the boat and built a low shed.

Qian Jiao was half-lying in the quilted cabin, and the low shed was just enough to cover her.

The sky began to drizzle, sparse and sparse.

Qian Jiao saw the raindrops hitting Nanfan, who was paddling hard, and soon his shirt was wet, and water kept sliding down on his handsome face.

The place that the low shed couldn't hide, and the calves that couldn't be hidden by the horns and Qian Jiao were gradually wet with water.

Qian Jiao couldn't help but shrink her legs, and accidentally pulled the wound on her leg, and the sudden pain made her can't help but snort.

Nan Fan, who was paddling, felt it all of a sudden, and looking through the eyes of the fine rain curtain, Qian Jiao saw a nervous look from his deep eyes.

Nan Fan's gaze swept over Qian Jiao's shrunken calves and the corners of the quilt that were gradually wet by the rain, and the paddling hand paused, and then quickly stopped the movement in his hand.

His sturdy body leaned forward, his long, sturdy arms reaching out to the top of the shed.

With a big hand, he pulled the waterproof cloth forward, and carefully adjusted the angle until he was sure that the rain would not drench Qian Jiao's calves, and then sat back on the cramped bow of the boat and continued to paddle hard.

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