Just when Li Hao was excited about this perfect plan, from the narrow corridor of the guest room, a vaguely outlined flame dragon roared out, rubbing against the water that was chest-deep. Almost out of subconscious evasion, Li Hao took a deep breath and quickly dived into the water. When he looked up, he saw that all he had just stood and where his eyes could reach had turned into flames on the sea. He guessed it was some careless chef who had forgotten to tighten the lid of the oil drum while cooking, and that was causing the matter so badly.

The eyes are unreoriented, the nostrils and mouth cannot breathe, and the pores of the whole body shrink sharply. Drowning has always been the most frequently used form of execution in "The Trial", second only to the hanging of the cross, which was revered by the Inquisition as "the baptism of holy heresy". And Li Hao's worst skill is diving, and even when he landed on Noah's Ark, he still had a psychological barrier, and if it was possible, he would not want to deal with pirates in his life.

The smell of the sea is not pleasant, with the fishy smell peculiar to sea creatures, and it is so turbid that even a bounty hunter with great insight and talent can hardly identify the correct escape direction under harsh conditions such as being physically exhausted by a living person. Even more unfortunate is that the volcanic lava has been hedged against the powerful energy of the Grand Staircase Waterfall, which has turned the poor victims into a dizziness. He felt the water continue to increase in temperature, and the rubble and ash dust kept hitting him. The cerebral cortex stubbornly feeds back negative information.

The original sober consciousness became more and more empty, like a navigator stepping on a deadly red tide, and the dazed horizon stretched out infinitely, without fresh sunlight and white seabirds. The lonely wanderer, walking day and night, endures the purest silence in the world. Time and space seem to stand still, alternating new life cycles, piercing the rock-solid ice field, melting the wind and snow flying in the sky, breaking through the ground, but it is ridiculously trampled by the soles of the feet.

The waves are rushing and the lava is raging.

On the turbulent waters of death, the young man waved his arms with difficulty, and the weight on his back made him exhausted, and he did not abandon or give up, staging the confrontation between humble beings and the vast natural world.

As long as he unties the cloth that binds him and ignores someone, he can quickly and successfully escape, face a new life, and face a future like spring flowers. It only takes a moment, as simple as unbuttoning the ****.

Unable to scream, unable to save. Any slight struggle is as extravagant as a diamond, but Li Hao is not stingy, he is still insisting, he insists that his resistance is not in vain, even if the result is to die in the belly of the fish and go to Huangquan with Hades, the king of Hades.

The elegy of life is so loud that the original dream seems to come true in the blink of an eye.

Depression. Depression. It's quiet.

The young man's eyes were closed, and his fingers seemed to touch something, it was moist and hard, and it didn't have the rotten feeling of being soaked for a long time. But he didn't have the strength to open his eyes, he just kept his old position lying on his stomach, with a man pressed on his back, spread out like seaweed, like a marlin swept up by a huge wave on the beach. Wait for the fisherman to collect the net and pull it to the market to sell it for a good price.

Just take a 10-second break, smoke a vanilla cigarette or drink two glasses of alcohol after just performing a difficult task, and you can be alive and kicking like a child again.

Li Hao hinted to himself like this, but ten seconds is so long, there is no green grassy valley, no demonic beasts that are forced to bleed and fall, and even no freedom and dreams. Yes, just the sound of water and fire tapping on the eardrums, like a sigh from the distant future.

But to the victims, it sounded more like the hysterical call of a faint life.

He moved.

Keeping the promise made in the face of the traitorous Grand Knight's spear is more difficult than the magical sages' process of breaking through the realm of space spells. …

The roundabout corridor of the concert hall is the passage connecting the first-class Oss Cinema, and three meters to the right of the end is where the glass dome is, which is also the end point that Li Hao must reach, as long as he can insist on climbing to where he goes, the escape is over. He closed his eyes tightly and climbed up the staircase with his sore arms grasping the metal railing of the staircase, he was completely sure that his legs were so tired that he lost consciousness, otherwise he would not have moved forward in this wriggling way, which was too contrary to the handsome style of Young Master Li Hao in the past.

It's also an empirical psychological suggestion, and every time I move forward, I lie to myself that there are actually more than a hundred layers. No one knows how long it took for Li Hao to stop when those pair of professional rough hands couldn't touch the metal. The first thing he had to do was shake off the burden on his back, and the feeling of ease he had never felt before was even cooler than discussing body art with the most coquettish woman in Scat Town.

He leaned against the wall, wanting to enjoy the sunshine after a little mold, and now it was completely dark, and the surroundings were as quiet as a graveyard.

A thick layer of ash floated on the water, smoke drifted down the cracks in the ship's hull, and a few jackdaws perched on the glass dome, singing eerily through the sparse moonlight, like a demonic version of Mozart's lullaby.

Thirty nautical miles north of the Lighthouse of Eternity, the ghost ship continues to drift aimlessly. The men of the boat never seemed to change their stance and expression, except for the little wizard Rose, who was a little agitated, and she put her hand on Professor Nallow's thin shoulders and stood on tiptoe to look down the sea. The former was not moved by her mischievousness, and her turquoise eyes burst out with a complex light, and it was hard to imagine that the ancient species professor who was like a broken candle under the black witch robe would have such a beautiful right eye.

"Rest for a while, my little demon, your energy is simply more abundant than Qu Li'er, why don't you have this state of excitement unique to the Domi family when you are studying the Book of the Dead." The old professor had a kind face, and she seemed to like to put the name of the clan on her lips, and every time she said it, she showed a reverence that bordered on piety.

Rose was still the same, brandishing the dark crystal staff, pointing to the depths of the distant sea, and said proudly: "Because not every Lich King's people are eligible to receive gifts from the Black Sea, and not every professor who still has charm can lie on the big bed of the old pervert of Custer. ”

The witch Nalo was not angry for the first time, but stroked the girl's wavy gold very lovingly, and repeated the tone: "Miss Rose, what is easily gifted by the heavens is often not eternal, you can use the power of an adult steel dragon to awaken the deep sea volcano, you can rely on the status aura of the Domi Lich Clan, you can easily advance to the decision-making level of the "Singing Corpse", sit on an equal footing with the Archon Xi, and even be happy to provoke her with a failed romance." However, your actions will not add points to the final evaluation of the task, but will sharply reduce the team's favorability of you. You must know that the fall of Cottemia is not just as simple as a traitor's counterattack, it involves a head-to-head confrontation between the barbarian tribe and human civilization, and any great battle in this world is finalized at the negotiating table. So the humble can only kill with violence, but the noble can kill with words, do you understand what? ”

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