Chapter 1109: Is it Jiang, or the sea?

A Wu rushed from the table and rushed over: "Are you waking up?"
Chu Yu turned his head and looked out of the sky. When he saw the darkness in the sky and the lamp in the room, he asked, "What time is it now?"
"When you just passed the child, are you hungry?" Awu asked.
Chu Yu shook his head: "I am not hungry, I am going to find a child, let people prepare horses." As long as you look down the downstream, you will find it, you can.
He kept telling himself like this.
Awu hurriedly shook his head: "No, the doctor said, you need to be rested now, and you must not be tired any more, otherwise you will fall into the root of the disease."
Chu, who cares about this, only knows that Bai Yu must wait for him to save somewhere, how can he wait for it.
"Don't talk nonsense, prepare horses immediately. If you don't go, I will go by myself." He went to bed under the bedpost and went out barefoot.
Awu saw him like this, and quickly pulled him: "I am going to go, you must wear clothes and shoes and socks first, I will go to prepare horses." The deep spring of Jiangbei is still as cold as the winter in Kyoto, especially It is this night.

The sky blue is surprisingly the first time I saw such a blue sky after she came to this world.
The throat is dry, she can feel that the nano rubber boat is still swaying, she is still in the water, just do not know, is the river, or the sea?
Turning around, Xiaoqing is still asleep, the wound on his forehead has been smashed, the wound is very deep, and a lot of blood is flowing. Although the blood is stopped, the wound is not infected, and it is inevitable that it can be broken.
She was a little embarrassed. Xiaoqing was injured by the mast to save her. At that time, she didn't even think of taking Xiaoqing to go with him until Xiaoqing was brutally wounded to save her. Up.
If you don’t take Xiaoqing, what will Xiaoqing do? It should not be alive.
She pushed Xiaoqing's body: "Xiaoqing, wake up."
Xiaoqing’s fine eyelashes trembled and slowly opened his eyes. In a blink of an eye, he saw the familiar and magnified face.
She rushed to sit up. "I am not dead?"
The white pheasant also sat up, leaning back against the soft rubber boat and laughing: "I look like a ghost?"
Her hair was messy at this time, and her clothes were crumpled, but it was not like a ghost.
Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, still alive, and still alive, she still didn't want to die.
Turning around and looking around, they are sitting in a strange boat. The hull is soft, surrounded by water, and the water is forgotten. In this water, the small is like falling into the boat. Dead leaves in the sea.
This is the sea!
Bai Hao sighed and lay back.
"The rowing oars are gone, we are only obedient."
Xiaoqing made a stay for a while, and he lie back. What he can do now, except for the fate of the day, seems to have nothing. . . .
"I don't know how the son is." Xiao Qing muttered to himself.
White and cold: "Do you still want him to do something? If something goes wrong, he can save you, can someone send someone to inform you to escape?"
Xiaoqing shook his head: "The son is not such a singular person, especially to the girl you, the son is sincere, he will never let the ship sink and ignore the girl's safety, must have happened, and delayed."
White does not want to say anything more, she can face the difficulties of today, thanks to Song Lang.
"Hey, if you have a gust of wind now, you can do it." Bai sighed.