Rog and Catherine, who fell into the soft sand, felt their bodies slowly sink down, and Catherine struggled to climb up with her hands in panic, but she couldn't pull herself out at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't move, be quiet, stay calm!" Rog pressed Catherine's shoulders and made her lie on her back on the sand with her, and then said to her, "We have fallen into the quicksand now, it must be the devil of that vicious scorpion, she wants to trap us with this." ”

"Monica, pull us up!" Catherine shouted up to the little flower spirit in mid-air.

Monica summoned two vines to wrap around Catherine's arms and dragged her upwards, but felt a force that kept pulling Catherine down, Monica saw that she couldn't drag her, cast a spell to summon a tree man on the sand, and was about to rely on the strong strength of the tree man to drag Catherine out, but Rog stopped her loudly.

"You can't force it out! Quicksand has a strong suction, it will firmly suck everything trapped in it, and the force required to drag one of a person's feet out of the quicksand is equivalent to lifting a weight of one or two tons, which is enough to tear a person's body apart!"

Monica and Catherine looked at him at a loss after hearing this, and Rog turned back to Catherine and said, "Don't be afraid, keep yourself calm, try to spread your hands and feet apart, let yourself lie on the sand, and then move your feet slowly to make your body as level as possible." ”

As he spoke, he took off his weapon and all the belongings he was carrying and threw them to safety in the distance, saying as he did, "Throw everything away, lighten your weight so you don't sink, and then follow me!"

He stretched out his arms and lay his upper body back on the sand, Catherine handed the weapon to Monica, lay beside him as he did, and heard him say, "Be patient, move your feet as slowly as possible, let the sand fill the vacuum left by your feet, and move upwards little by little." ”

Catherine moved her legs as lightly as she could, but she felt the sand that was sucking her legs unusually heavy, making her legs as if they were filled with lead, and Catherine, who felt restless, wanted to climb out of the quicksand in three steps and two steps, but as she moved more, she sank herself deeper.

"Calm down, baby, don't get upset, think about when you shoot!" Rogge, who sensed Catherine's agitation, took one of his hands over hers.

Catherine looked back at the encouragement and comfort in his eyes, and her irritability calmed down a little, and Monica, the little flower spirit, flew into her ear to encourage her, and Catherine forced her mind to stabilize, closed her eyes and lay flat on the sand, moving her legs little by little with the patience of raising her gun to shoot.

As the minutes ticked by, Little Furball and Little Flower Spirit kept cheering them up in the air, and their legs trapped in the sand broke away inch by inch, and Rog took Catherine's hand and moved her feet with her while crawling slowly towards the safe area in the distance.

As the sky began to light in the east and the sun was about to rise, Rog and Catherine's legs had been exposed to the sand from their knees, and they encouraged each other to keep going, and when the cuffs of their boots were out of the sand, Rog asked Catherine to pull her feet out.

The two of them pulled their feet out of their boots together, crawled barefoot on the ground and stepped back, and when they climbed a few meters away, Rog tried to sit up, and found that he had not sunk again, and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are we out of danger?" Catherine looked at the position of her white boots with trepidation, and the two boots stayed in the quicksand for a moment, and as the sand poured through the mouth of the boot, it quickly sank into the quicksand.

"It looks like yes, but we lost two pairs of boots. Rogge shrugged his shoulders in rejoicing, and Catherine got up and hugged him, put her face on his shoulder, and said, "Thankfully you're here, I thought I was going to die." ”

"Relax, baby," Rogge said, holding her in his arms, and kissing her on the forehead, "We've always lived with a bird at the top of the food chain, and as long as she hasn't eaten us, anything else, including quicksand, won't turn us into a meal." ”

Catherine couldn't help but laugh when she heard that he was teasing Lilith again, and suddenly the little flower spirit flying to the side pointed in the direction of the quicksand and shouted, "Lilith, be careful!"

Rogge and Catherine looked over there together, only to see the little furball landing on the surface of the quicksand pit, jumped cautiously twice, and suddenly fluttered its little wings and rolled in the sand and shouted: "Wow, help, I'm sucked in the sand, stupid girl, save me!"

Catherine straightened up anxiously and shouted to Lilith, "Don't move, calm down, or you'll sink deeper and deeper......" She said as she turned back to Rogge and said, "Quick, we need to get her out!"

To her surprise, Rogge had a nonchalant expression on his face, and stood up unhurriedly and walked towards his discarded weapon, Catherine anxiously got up from the ground and grabbed him and said, "What are you doing, Lilith has fallen into the quicksand, we have to help her!"

"Okay, let's help her!" Rogge smiled and lowered his head and kissed Catherine on the lips, Catherine was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard Lilith shouting not far away: "Bad wolves are not allowed to kiss stupid girls!"

Catherine stared blankly at Rogge, who looked up, and saw him hold his hand on his chin and turn her face in Lilith's direction, only to see the little furball standing menacingly on the edge of the quicksand pit, staring at them with his little head held high.

"This ......" Catherine looked at Lilith in surprise and then at Rogge, Rogge shrugged his shoulders and smiled and turned to his weapon, the little fur racket flapped its little wings and flew to Rogge's shoulder and said, "Bad wolf, you don't save the baby, it's really unrighteous!"

"You didn't fall off, and in your little belly, the weight didn't fall into the quicksand. Rogge picked up his silver sword, touched the small furball's round belly with the hilt of the sword, and said.

"Because I'm a lithe bird," said the little furball, looking proudly at Catherine who came forward, "not as fat as the bad wolf and the stupid girl!"

"Yes, you light little fat bird, go find the whereabouts of the scorpion queen!" Rogge grabbed the small furball and threw it into the air, looked up at the white sky in the east and said: "She is very seriously injured, she can't sneak underground for a long time, the wound should leave blood stains on the sand, find her, we can't let the tiger go back to the mountain!"