Storm (4)
The rolling waves hit the deck again, and the angled boat was a few more steps deeper.
There is no time to waste.
Just listen to him.
"I'll come. ”
He did many things with careful planning, but there were some things that had to be done with the courage of his heart.
He was full of guts.
Ignoring the obstacles of others, he had already tied a bundle of hemp rope tied to the anchor around his waist.
Of course, Ling Xiang didn't allow him to do that.
"You're going to swim out of this whirlpool?"
He said.
"I want to. ”
Ling Xiang said.
"You're going to swim out of this whirlpool with the anchor?"
He said.
"I want to. ”
Ling Xiang hugged him tightly and didn't let him do it at all.
"There must be another way. ”
Ling Xiang was so anxious that even tears came down.
But it couldn't stop him.
He was even ruthless, and slapped a palm on the back of Ling Xiang's neck, which made Ling Xiang soften.
Mu Yurong hurriedly hugged Ling Xiang into her arms and reprimanded.
"How can you do this to Sister Ling. ”
He glanced at Mu Yurong deeply, and then plunged into the sea.
Immediately afterward, the strength of the spiral came at him, and he had to swim against the current to overcome the waves.
The ship is on the edge, both fortunate and unfortunate.
Fortunately, there is still a way to escape from the vortex, but unfortunately the circle of the spinning is the widest.
He flapped his arms desperately, and he could feel the water hitting his chest getting slower and slower, and he could feel the anchor hanging behind him gradually tighten.
But at the same time, all the limbs and bones, and even all the muscles and muscles, were flooded with soreness.
He gritted his teeth.
This kind of pain was nothing more than another robbery of the Raven City, and that time, the pain in his body was much worse than it was now, and that time his whole body was weaker than now.
Between swinging his arms, he faced the raging currents of water, first squeezing his arms, then crashing into his chest.
No matter how beaten and tortured, he stood up.
In an instant, this somewhat emaciated man was like a tiger and a dragon, which made people's blood boil.
He also really shuttled against the current, and he was almost about to swim out layer by layer following the trajectory of the whirlpool.
Yet the ruthless side of nature is revealed.
If brute force can't make him bow his head, then use some small means.
Swimming in the sea, he was already having trouble breathing, and suddenly a mouthful of seawater flooded into his mouth.
The fishiness and saltiness of the sea made him suffocate instantly, and he could barely wave his arms, but he no longer had the feeling of riding the wind and waves.
His atrium suddenly hung out.
The whole world fell into darkness.
It was as if the spirit and the body had been separated, and it took some time before they regained their senses.
He's not feeling good at all right now.
Everything became a burden: the anchor behind him, the swinging feet, the twisting waist, the chest battered by the sea, the straight neck and the head.
Suddenly, everything in the body became a burden on the arms.
Carrying a burden, one person can not go far.
He didn't want to give up, but he slowed down.
Getting slower and slower.
After all, it is like a duckweed, hidden by the swirling tides.
No matter how capable he is, under the power of the ocean, he will be crushed into powder, and he will not be able to resist at all.
He can still struggle.
The limbs were constantly twitching in the water to get rid of.
To be able to do this is enough to be admirable.
But after all, he still can't do anything.
Suddenly, I was tired.
Weariness of the soul often only takes a moment.
Neither his mind nor his body wanted to move.
Forget it, just go with the flow and sink.
The most terrible thoughts engulfed him at this time.
He couldn't turn over anymore.
Then several men overturned him and struck him on the head to drown him.
Even the anchor hanging behind him was like a chain that hooked the soul, pulling him into the abyss.
He closed his eyes tightly.
He is already waiting to perish.
From the first day of his murder, he also faced death head-on.
Either way, there was neither shame nor horror for him.
What's more, there is Lin Fan underground.
Lin Fan is alone below, is he lonely?
Lin Fan died in vain, and sighed?
"Unknown is not white", "Unknown is not white".
His tired heart was suddenly filled with these four words.
The closed eyes opened up in a dim light again.