Chapter 69: He has to go on

What is "ninety and a half of a hundred miles", Chu Huan understood on this dangerous boat.
When people were forced to a certain position, they basically could not care about the panic. Chu Huan slowly sat in the fishing boat to prevent the sea water from burning the back.
Chu Huan didn't even dream of dreaming that one day he would fall into the situation of being "burnt to death by sea water". He felt that even if he was going to die, he could be considered to be very dead.
Thinking like this, Chu Huan couldn't help but smiled bitterly.
Nanshan glanced at him and whispered, "It's okay, I can hold it for a while."
When Nanshan said this, he seemed relaxed and understanding, as if he were just a customer who served slowly at the peak of a restaurant, as if the deadlock in front of him was just a trivial matter-of course, if not He looked haggard to a certain degree, and he looked more convincing.
As he said that, Nanshan wrapped the fishing boat with air currents, intending to reapply the old tricks, like they were in the waterfall, to separate the fire and water, and at the same time pushed the fishing boat out.
One can imagine how difficult this is. Fire and water are not the same. The wind will help the fire if you are not careful. It will not work a little harder, and it will not work a little weaker. While consuming a lot of physical strength, you have to get this level of precision. .
When he was just on board, Nanshan knew that he was the end of the crossbow. He was undoubtedly overdrawn at the moment. He didn't know how long he could try to stick it out, and whether he could push the ship out of this burning sea.
But he couldn't do it, no one could replace him. Nanshan propped up the entire fishing boat alone, and the hand hidden on his side shuddered uncontrollably.
He bit his tongue sharply, his eyebrows flicked up, forcing him to think back to the clan, the elder, Xiaofang, spring, horse whip and the noisy little babies ...
But the unlucky people wished that as the fishing boat accelerated back to the light, the black shadows surrounding them also chased like a shadow. They were not reluctant, like bone gangrene, and the speed always seemed to be a little faster than the boat.
The fire also followed the ghost, and the spreading fire on the sea seemed to be volcanic magma, with the fierce and desperate viciousness, it kept surging out.
The airflow around the hull of the fishing boat was their last barrier, and Nanshan was crumbling.
Wind and fire are merciless. Once Nanshan feels a little relaxed, the fire will not hesitate to roll over the lonely boat on the sea. According to this fire, they do n’t have to think about whether to jump into the sea-the wooden boat must be on fire. , They must have nowhere to escape.
There was a roar in Nanshan's ears, and there was blackness in front of him, and he could hardly see anything. He closed his eyes quietly, not letting his companions notice a little strange.
However, his chest became tighter, and every heartbeat seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer there. The sledgehammer repeated, getting heavier and more painful, and a violent rush came from Nanshan ’s throat. Fishy, ​​the hull of the fishing boat shook violently.
Nanshan swallowed the blood back. He finally couldn't bear it any more and grabbed Chu Huan's hand on his side.
Even if there was no sign on the surface of Nanshan, the back of the green muscle jumped and the hull of Fang Cai ’s hull, Chu Huan could see the pressure he was under as long as he was not stupid or blind.
Can't go on like this, but what should I do?
No one can share this pressure.
It's about Nanshan, and it's even harder for Chu Huan to calm down.
Since the day they walked into the sinking ground, they were suffering from all kinds of spirits. At this time, Chu Huan ’s brain was like a broken computer that had not cleared the cache for a long time. It can be used in the present.
Their immediate belongings are only the empty bow and arrow barrels that have not yet been replenished. Each person has a few messy weapons. The short knife that Nanshan gave him is a good thing, but the size is too small. In this extreme environment There is only the effect of flattening the fruit. The other swords are silly and sturdy. Looking at the majestic majesty, it is actually not very durable-the tail of the long knife that Yuan Ping just thrown at him has already been curled.
Apart from some clean water food and medicines that do not know what to do, what is left?
This is not to say that it ’s not enough to eat all the food, but it ’s almost the same. The enemy is driving a fiery aircraft carrier. They are sitting in a small fishing boat with a big fart. They are carrying backward cold weapons. Whatever armor, he even transformed his shirt into a holed towel and used his nose.
Even though Chu Huan's heart has thousands of gullies, this time it is also difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.
And just as he stretched out his hand to pinch his brow, Ruger suddenly opened his mouth.
Ruger is still standing at the stern of the ship, his pale skin is covered with a layer of golden red by the firelight, and there is still no trace of warmth around his body, and it is still an ice mountain snow cave that does not change all year round.
He looked back at Nanshan's faint blush, and unconsciously rubbed his palm back and forth on the handle of his waist, seeming to think about something.
Then Ruger turned to Chu Huan and called his name.
Chu Huan was taken aback, and Ruger rarely called his name. At first, the relationship between them was not so good. Later, it was because his name was a little bit of a mouthful for Ruger, who does not speak Chinese.
Chu Huan was right, thinking that Ruger stopped him. Is there any way to get out of it to discuss with him? Who knows that Ruger just paused, and then nodded calmly at him.
It was a unique, cold and proud ceremonial peculiarity of Patriarch Ruger, as if it happened by chance when I went out and entered the hospital after dinner.
Then, Chu Huan heard Ruger said marginally: "Actually, when I came here, I went forward, and I didn't know where to go. After all, I didn't come in person, but there was a legend a long time ago that he was a fisherman. When he was fishing, he encountered a shipwreck. In a dizzy time, he hugged a wooden board where he didn't know where he was drifting. Later, when he woke up and saw it, the fisherman arrived at a place where 'stardust fell into the sea and the water was against the current , 'Shen Xingdao' got its name. "
Chu Huan's ears and ears were a bit puzzled, and he wasn't able to get to the bottom of his mind—when it wasn't time to discuss how to go to Shen Xingdao, what was their top priority was how to prevent them from being burned into house sparrows.
The patriarch of the gatekeeper probably does not know how many times life and death have passed. In this kind of knot, every move is like a walk in the court, and if nothing happens, it is outrageous.
After Ruger finished speaking, after thinking about it for a moment, he felt that he could not add anything. Then he turned to Yuan Ping.
His eyebrows were drooping, his eyelashes were thick, and his tail even had a slight curl ... Of course, I am afraid that for so many years, no one has ever dared to study what the eyelashes of the gatekeeper's patriarch looked like.
Everyone was afraid of him, awed by him, and even his people rarely saw him smiling.
In contrast, Yuan Ping, who has been favored since he walked out of the Holy Spring, seemed to have some privilege in front of Ruger.
Ruger said in a loud voice, "The farthest place I have been to over the years is the river at the gate of Shanmen Village, which is the mountain gate. There is no past. Every time I only swayed in the middle of the river and came back. Well, you have n’t I have been there, the fog is too heavy, and I ca n’t see anything ... But how can there be so many people over the river? Do the people over there have to live long after they were born? "
Ruger spoke very little, especially in this case, he should not have so many irrelevant emotions.
Yuan Ping suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and called anxiously, "Patriarch ..."
Ruger bent down slightly, pressed his cold hand on his head, and waited for a while. He seemed to be poor, and he sighed with a few words: "The goalkeeper is not good, you have to adapt slowly. "
Having said that, Ruger seemed to just take a casual step aside and jumped into the water without warning.
He was so arrogant that he didn't take anyone or anything into his eyes, not even himself.
Yuan Ping's hand stretched out in anxiety only caught a fluttering hair strand, which fell into his hand crookedly, as if still carrying a residual temperature.
Yuan Ping's pupil suddenly dilated: "No ..."
Ruger in the water seemed to smile slightly, and before the fire swallowed him, the dark shade had wrapped him in it, and the shadow of the black snake swept the man's body greedily.
Ruger's body was frozen in that second, neither sinking nor floating. He was like a plastic dummy, placed in a plastic fake sea, and came and went.
The solidified body is always like a water ghost ...
It seems more like.
Chu Huan didn't respond. Suddenly his shoulders lightened, and he always rushed out with his greasy viper Xiaolu without hesitation. At the same time, Yuan Ping rushed to the stern.
All of Chu Huan's feelings were delayed in a stressful manner and avoiding harm. He first squeezed the seven inches of the poisonous snake quickly, and then hugged Yuan Ping with his other arm.
Yuan Ping struggled strugglingly, and the hull rocked violently with his movements. During the struggle, Yuan Ping hit his elbow with Chu Huan's stomach. Chu Huan took a breath and almost didn't spit out. It was really making him stretched out, and Chu Huan couldn't help but growled at Yuan Ping's ear: "Is it time to seek death! Are you ..."
But Yuan Ping turned a deaf ear to the roar that slammed into his ear, his eyes red.
He is deaf, but Nanshan is not deaf.
Such a big movement, he heard even though his tinnitus was terrible, Nanshan finally couldn't hold it anymore, he spit out a bit of blood, followed closely, the hull shook again as he lost control, the roaring flames With a scorching wind like a burning flag, howling across their heads.
Chu Huan pinched Yuan Ping's neck and slammed him down, and the two escaped the tongue.
Chu Huan desperately wanted to go to the bow to see what happened to Nanshan, but he did n’t dare to let go of Xiaolu and Yuan Ping.
At this moment, a strange wind suddenly pushed straight from the stern, the original anger on both sides of the hull was split in two like Moses, and then a hurricane rose in the sea, leaving no room for both sides. The approaching Yinying swept away, sweeping out a passage for the fishing boat.
Chu Huan heard Ruger's cold, familiar voice ring in his ears: "Don't talk nonsense, go."
Chu Huan: "Patriarch Ruger ..."
The struggling Yuan Ping stopped motionless. He first turned his head to look at Chu Huan, and then he looked at the sea anxiously, hoping that he could hear only a few words.
Ruger said in a low-pitched voice: "You said that you have been devoured to use the rules here. It seems that you are right. I can temporarily stop them. You must hurry up and go."
No wonder he will question that day ...
Chu Huan said anxiously: "Your consciousness is still there? Then you ..."
Ruger said, "Hey," he probably thought this question was a bit stupid, and it seemed to be simply impatient and he was verbose. The wind at the stern suddenly increased, almost pulling the small fishing boat out of the water and galloping away.
Chu Huan: "Ruger!"
And his voice was caught in the wind at the stern, and it suddenly shattered into no sound ... Ruger was really reluctant to listen.
Only Yuan Ping stood blankly at the stern until the man in the fire wall and the water was no longer visible.
Nanshan opened his eyes, leaned against the ship's wall, and gazed blindly through the hazy sky.
Chu Huan lifted his head silently, untied the water tube on the waist of the Nanshan Mountain, thought about it, and found a refreshing medicine powder scattered in the clear water.
Nanshan's eyes rolled slightly with his movements, as if he swallowed a few bites unconsciously, and then turned his head a little weakly, indicating that he would not drink.
Chu Huan reached out slowly, seeing that he had no objection, and carefully put Nanshan in his arms.
He felt unprecedentedly unpredictable and speechless. It took a long time to search out a vain consolation: "We are already at sea, can't we find the Holy Book as long as we go to Shenxing Island? Maybe the body of that thing Also, when the time comes, we will set it on fire and burn it, okay? If you have time, you must have time. "
"Well, I know, there is nothing." Nanshan seemed to respond to him simply, and smiled indifferently, without saying much.
Then he turned his head slightly and stood up, supporting Chu Huan's shoulder.
Yes, nothing.
After the God Mountain and before the Holy Water, their tribes, young and old, are still waiting.
So he had to go on, even if there was no dead body, and there was a pile of debris, he couldn't stop.
It's as if ... the flatman would have to step through the bodies of all the gatekeepers if he wanted to step on the mountain gate.
All take for granted.
"Ruger's choice is understandable and very normal," Nan Shan thought indifferently. "If you want to blame, you can only blame me for not thinking about this method."
The fishing boat walked forward in the silence of the three again for some time.
Later, the surrounding waves calmed down.
Later, the force that had been pushing them forward was gone.
Ruger disappeared completely in a place that was beyond expectation and could no longer them.
Little green limped along Yuan Ping's trousers, his long tail rolled over his body, and his triangular head rested on his shoulder. He looked at him with a snake letter.
This time, Yuan Ping did not scream and flung it away in a panic. He stayed for a moment, slowly raised a hand, and tried to touch the poisonous snake. The scales were as cold as expected, but Not sticky.
For the first time in his life, he hugged a snake quietly. It was not as terrible as he had imagined, but he felt that he was confused and had nowhere to work.
Ruger's impetus stopped, and they had to pick up the scull, awkwardly manipulating the fishing boat on the sea, but where to find the legendary island in the vast sea?
Chu Huan, who had been sitting on the ship's side silently, stood up and shuffled, and suddenly said, "From now on, we have to make three chapters of the Fa, so that such a thing can never happen again."
Yuan Ping looked up at him a little tiredly, but Chu Huan's eyes had forced him: "Especially you, you have a prior record."
Yuan Ping reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth: "Are you here?"
Chu Huan took a deep breath and couldn't help but soften his tone: "I believe that I haven't reached desperation yet. There is always a way. When something really happens, give me some time. Let's not distract each other in such a place. Does it work? "
Nanshan and Yuan Ping did not speak, and the sequelae left by Ruger showed up without buffer.
Chu Huan turned his head to look at the dark sea in the distance, and paddled the water for a while. For a long time, he turned his backs on the two people on the boat and said in a mute voice, "Isn't it enough if I beg you?"
Nanshan finally couldn't bear it, but he was very principled. Although he was willing to take a step back for Chu Huan, he still left room for himself: "Well, I will never do such a thing until I reach despair."
Yuan Ping wanted to sneer, and wanted to tell Chu Huan, "Did you ever see the lack of desperation", but in the end it didn't make things worse.
The words reached his mouth, swallowed back in a circle. At the end, Yuan Ping just nodded lightly: "Well-how do you go, do you have any ideas?"
Chu Huan shook for a long time, feeling that he was spinning around in the same place. He simply threw the thing aside, pulled his hair hard, and squatted down the ship's side without a word, staring at the sea in front of him.
Although he was talking about "less than desperate" gossip, he was exhausted, and the emotions that had not erupted during the crisis were erupted at this time, all blocked his chest.
Chu Huan wanted to yell "Don't ask me anymore", and then jumped directly from the boat with a pick.
The feeling of "I really don't want to live" still came out for the first time after meeting Nanshan.
But thinking about it, Chu Huan still kept his apparent calm: "I think about it first."
Then, pretending to be a contemplative look, staring at the stereotyped seawater, the brain was empty enough to raise a tank of fish.
At this moment, the ship shook suddenly without the wind, Chu Huan was stunned, and looked at Nanshan interrogatively, but Nanshan was obviously tense.
Nanshan: "Not me."
The three men muttered, and everyone stood on a corner of the fishing boat, and no one moved.
The boat slowly turned itself at an angle, and as the waves floated up and down for a moment, Chu Huan: "Wait, is that the person who wrote the lettering? Who are you?"
Chu Huan's words fell, and suddenly a light breeze floated around him, gently rolling his face.
It was as if someone had touched his face-as soon as the thought came out, Chu Huan was in a horror, and he was scared and normal from the mood of depression.
He tilted his head back sharply and hid, thinking stunnedly: "Just show the way, what does it mean to touch the face?"