His voice was sad and almost choked. Yang Lan couldn't help but reach out and gently press on his hand. Zhou Lanming glanced at her gratefully, then looked at the sea, and he whispered: "Yanglan, Third Highness, he must not be able to live." ”

Yang Lan's hand trembled. She doesn't have a very good impression of the Third Highness, but it's not bad either. Although he forced her to marry him, he was also gentle with her, a domineering gentleness.

For a moment, Yang Lan's face showed a trace of confusion. She turned to Zhou Lanming and only heard him say softly: "Yang Lan, the people of the Third Highness are really good!" He has always been very good to me, and after I came out of the school, I became his subordinate. He has always trusted me, and in his eyes, I am not his subordinate, but his brother, his relative. ”

He looked at Xiang Yanglan with tears in his eyes and said softly: "However, I actually abandoned him when he needed him the most!" Lowering his head, he covered his face and said in a choked voice: "But, if you choose me again, I will also choose to come to you, Yang Lan!" He has a special identity, and Chang Lin and the others will never let him leave here. I can't save him. You are different, you are different, I can save you, I can hand you over to Chang Lin, I can help you easily. I can't help him. ”

His voice was getting lower and lower, if he was saying it to Yang Lan, it was better to say it to himself.

Yang Lan looked at the tears and kept falling down his palm. She felt a sour feeling in her heart, and for some reason, thinking that His Royal Highness was so domineering, such an invincible person, maybe at this moment, with anger and unwillingness, struggling to die inside, her heart felt uncomfortable.

Reaching out to caress Zhou Lanming's face, her little hand wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

It may be Yanglan's gentleness, or it may be a long-term attachment and pain. Zhou Lanming suddenly hugged Yang Lan tightly, put his head on her knees, and cried loudly. His cry was loud and loud, choking.

Neither of them rowed, the paddle was set aside, and the two of them let the boat drift at will.

The cry and the whimper of the sea were combined, and Yang Lan looked at the island through her teary eyes, looking at the island that had become a volcano and a sea of smoke.

Suddenly, her heart ached. An inexplicable, indescribable pain!

The explosions rang out all night, and so did the fires on the islands. Yang Lan and the two cried in great pain at first, until the sky was dark. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke up again, it was the next morning. The sun rises over the sea, and the golden sun shines against the sea. Yang Lan wiped her eyes and raised her eyes to look at Zhou Lanming.

Zhou Lanming stood at the bow of the boat, Mu Mu motionless. That baby face was full of loneliness and pain. The boat was still drifting arbitrarily, whether it was in Yang Lan's heart or Zhou Lanming's heart, he didn't think of rowing to the shore.

It's not far from the island, and you can see the black smoke and flames in the sky. Just above the sea, there were corpses floating everywhere. One thing these corpses have in common is that they are all dressed in black.

The corpses dressed in black seemed to be innumerable, and the ship drifted all the way, completely turning among the corpses. Of course, there are also many people who are still alive, lying in the water, some leaning against planks, some clinging to branches. Without exception, they were dressed in black.

These people saw Yang Lan and the two, they waved their hands and shouted loudly, and their voices were hoarse and begging for help. But both of them looked at each other. Along the way, there were not eighty but a hundred who cried out to them for help. Their boat is too small to save so many people, and besides, they can't tell the difference between friend or foe with these people.

The boat was still drifting slowly, and Zhou Lanming stood at the bow of the boat, and he didn't even change his movements for an hour. He was like a piece of wood, staring blankly at the horizon.

I don't know how long it took, until Yang Lan let out an exclamation: "Hey, this person is not a man in black!" ”

Almost at the same time, the two turned their eyes to look at the man holding a plank on the beach. The man was lying on his side, unable to see his face clearly. He was motionless and floated on a plank, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Zhou Lanming squatted down, paddled his double paddle, and moved towards the man, and after a while, the two came to the man's side. Yang Lan reached out and pulled the hair out of the man's face, revealing a familiar face.

"Zhu Neng?" "Impossible, why is he here?" Zhou Lanming and Yang Lan screamed at the same time. The two of them glanced at each other, then moved a little closer to him.

At this moment, Zhu Neng opened his eyes, he saw Yang Lan at a glance, grinned, Zhu Neng pulled the corners of his chapped mouth, and whispered: "I didn't expect that even if a person like me went to hell, you actually came here." ”

Yang Lan blinked her eyes, looking incomprehensible. It was Zhou Lanming who said coldly beside him: "Zhu Neng, you are not dead!" ”

For Zhu Neng, he is familiar. At this moment, his heart moved, thinking that the Third Highness was dead, and Zhu Neng, who was of the same bloodline as him, might be able to help the Third Highness fulfill his wish.

But this thought was only fleeting, and it was immediately replaced by doubt and uneasiness. He reached out and lifted Zhu Neng on the boat. Seeing that his lips were chapped, he took some water from a water bag and fed it to his mouth.

Yang Lan also came over and looked at Zhu Neng with concern.

Zhu Neng gulped down the water, and after a while, his sanity slowly recovered. He looked at Xiang Yanglan, then at Zhou Lanming, and asked softly, "Is it just the two of you?" What about the others? ”

Without waiting for them to reply, he turned his head to look at the island, which was fifty or sixty miles away, and all he could see was the faint light of fire and soot, and the fireworks in the sky made his eyes glaze.

After watching it for a long time, Zhu Neng suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed loud and crazy! He laughed and coughed, and in the surprised eyes of the two, he choked intermittently and said, "So this is the result!" So that's the result! Zhu Neng, Zhu Neng, you have calculated so much and prepared so much, but you have made a wedding dress for Chang Lin! Hahahaha, third uncle, third uncle, I must not have thought of it, right? You've ended up like this, and it's because of me! ”

As soon as his last sentence came out, Zhou Lanming's face turned pale, he looked at Zhu Neng without blinking, stared at him coldly, and said word by word: "Zhu Neng, what do you mean by your last sentence?" Again, what is it because of you? ”