Chapter 1195: More comfortable than drowning

The river is icy, and the fine floes are surging around them.
The breath that was exhaled was white mist, lingering and dissipating.
When Mu Zening jumped down, he didn't turn off the engine of the ferry boat. Tangtang didn't know how to drive. At this time, the boat had already driven out in the direction very far, and the river bank was not too close.
Mu Zi was still paddling his limbs at first, but gradually lost strength.
I don't know if the medicine in the body is not enough, or if I was numb by the river water, I only felt that Mu Zening desperately supported her, the water occasionally flowed through the nasal cavity and choked into the lungs, Mu Zi coughed.
The two of them swim hard in the water, and there are constantly clusters of ice floes hindering them from moving forward. However, the thickness of the ice layer is not enough to bear the weight of the body. It only consumes their physical strength and takes away the body temperature. .
In the end, Mu Zening didn't have much energy.
He can't swim anymore.
The loss of body temperature made him weak.
He hugged a larger piece of floating ice and pulled Mu Zi over, "Grab it."
The floating ice is very thick, and although it cannot fully support the weight, it can barely be used as a floating board.
Mu Zi couldn't grasp it firmly, her fingers were already frozen so hard that she couldn't get her strength, and her body kept sliding downward.
Mu Zening supported her, made her half-prone on the ice, and then pushed her toward the river bank.
The river bank, which is nearly a hundred meters away, has become extremely distant due to the obstruction of ice and the influence of low temperature.
Slowly, they stopped in the water.
Time passed bit by bit, and the finely-brought ice floes surrounded by the waves, almost freezing people through.
"Can you still hold on?" Mu Zening asked her.
Mu Zi managed to stay awake, watching the water waves mixed with icy ballast in front of him, and replied in a dumb voice, "I don't know..."
When she spoke, her tongue knotted and her voice trembled.
The voice fell, and the body sank again.
Drift ice cannot support two people at the same time.
Mu Zening half supported her, her body ups and downs, her face extremely pale.
He panted, and then smiled suddenly: "Does our situation look like the Titanic?"
Mu Zi's thoughts were slow, and he was silent for a while, then replied: "Unlike, Jack and Ruth, at least they really love each other."
"Yes..." Mu Zening said slowly, "Love can beautify everything, even in life and death crisis, it can be beautiful and romantic, but when we are in this situation, it is more like a funny joke, right?"
Mu Zi also smiled, extremely weak.
"You shouldn't jump down," she said.
"If you don't jump down, you will be drowned again. I don't know how you will hate me again." Mu Zening said half-jokingly, "Last time you turned your face in hatred and denied you."
What he said was that she drowned in the river, but no longer recognized him after her resurrection.
Mu Zi said seriously: "Not once, but twice."
That time in the bathtub also counts.
Mu Zening was in a daze, "So this is the third time..."
Mu Zi closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Will we drown?"
"Before drowning, it may freeze to death first." Mu Zening said softly, "People will gradually lose consciousness and become blurred in water below 0 degrees, and the numbness of the limbs will eventually lead to respiratory failure until death... This process, About 10 to 20 minutes."
"This process does not sound very painful." Mu Zi smiled weakly, "It's much more comfortable than drowning."
"Maybe..." Mu Zening murmured.
His body sank down, climbing on the ice floe, and then came out of the water with strength, the ice shook, and he looked around.
Mu Zi knew that he was looking for other ice floes that could support his body, but only small fragments remained nearby. Unless Mu Zening had the physical strength to swim far enough, there would still be a large piece of ice near the shore.
Maybe Mu Zening should push her down.
Her brain also seemed to be frozen, and her thoughts were slow.
At this time, I heard Mu Zening ask himself: "What does it feel like to drown?"