Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song's arms folded on the back of his neck moved, and slowly rested on his broad and strong shoulders, "Is this all right?"

Yin Su shook his head slightly, he held Wen Song's slender waist, and with a little force, he changed the person from the front to the side.

The change of posture caused Wen Song to be supported on Yin Su's arm, with nowhere to focus. He wanted to reach out to grab something, but was stopped by Yin Su, "Don't move, I will swim with you."

"Well," Wen Song responded a little weakly, he was really uncomfortable in the sea, "Susu, is your spiritual power gone?"

"Yes." Yin Su said.

A wave hit the two of them head-on from the turbulent sea. The water vapor wet Wen Song's eyelashes, and there seemed to be tears falling down. He raised his hand to wipe his face, and looked sideways at Yin Su, "Su Su, how can you tell me what to do?" Teach me how to swim, dragging a person alone, it must be very tiring after a long time, when I learn it, you can relax a bit."

Yin Su's heart softened when he heard the words, he looked at the endless sea, after thinking about it, he agreed.

He first supported Wen Song's body to keep him from sinking, and then said: "First arch your body slightly."

Wen Song's back was bent, because his clothes were soaked, the outline of his back was clear and distinct, like a white jade bowstring slowly stretching, "Is this so?"

"Well," Yin Su continued, "Limbs swing back and forth."

Wen Song tried to stretch his arms, but they were still a little stiff at first, but after half an hour, he became more proficient, moving the shoulder blades on both sides to push the seawater in front of him.

Yin Su slowly let go of the hand clasped around his waist.

Just as Wen Songyou was getting smoother and smoother, he didn't know what he saw, his pupils shrank slightly, and he tugged at Yinsu, "Susu, look ahead."

Yin Su followed his gaze, and at a glance saw several boat shadows looming in the distance.

Wen Song looked sideways, "Are we going there?"

Yin Su only felt that the sudden appearance of the Zhouzi was strange, the sea was still vast, how could there be a few more Zhouzi in a blink of an eye?

He looked around and found that it was not only there, but also in other directions. A thoughtful look crossed his eyes, and he said after a while: "Go."

Without a clue, they can only eat this bait.

After deciding, the two chose a direction and swam towards the distance.

As time passed, his physical strength gradually declined, and the sea water was icy cold. After soaking in it for a long time, he felt the coldness and couldn't stop digging into the cracks in his bones.

Wen Song moved his arm mechanically, but the range became smaller and smaller. He licked his dry lips and asked, "Susu, how long will it be?"

"Soon," Yin Su looked at Zhouzi not far away, and took Wen Song for a swim.

Another long time passed, when the two were approaching the boat, the boat suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed on the surface of the sea.

When Wen Song saw this change, his heart skipped a beat, "Zhouzi is gone."

Looking at the calm sea and the darkening sky, Yin Su's gaze wandered deeply, "What we saw just now was a mirage."

Wen Song naturally knew what a mirage was. It was a monster that formed a mirage with mirage air. He stared at Yin Su, and his voice was a little dry when he spoke: "So the Zhouzi just now is a fake."

"Yes."

Wen Song was very tired, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he heard this answer. He patted the water surface, and a large splash was made.

Yin Su held his cold hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, the mirage spit out by the mirage must be what it saw, so there must be a boatman on the sea, we have been looking for it in this direction. , can always be found.”

Wen Song pursed his lips, "Really?"

Yin Su said affirmatively: "Yes."

"Then... let's continue to look for it."

Yin Su hugged his waist and said softly, "I'll take you for a swim."

Wen Song pushed his hand, "I still have strength."

Yin Su didn't have much strength on him, but he wouldn't be pushed away easily, he said with a smile: "You and I push back and forth, and more energy is wasted, why don't you take advantage of this moment and have a good time?" Physical recovery."

Wen Song thought about it for a while, and it was indeed the truth, so he was less forceful in his refusal, "Okay."

The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose from the east, casting a layer of cool frost on the sea.

Wen Song clearly felt that the sea water was getting colder.

He shivered for a while, his complexion was also a little pale, and the light blue blood vessels flowing slowly on his neck looked more and more fragile.

Yin Su felt Wen Song's trembling, and got closer to him, but he stopped swimming with him, "It won't be so cold if you move more."

Wen Song let out a "hmm" and began to stretch his arms and legs.

The sea surface at night is more dangerous than in the daytime. The undulating waves, the cold wind that lingers on the water, and the faint hope in the heart all make people's hearts slowly silt up and sink like the mud on the bottom of the sea.

The night was too long, and when the golden clouds climbed up the clouds, Wen Song still couldn't react. He swallowed his saliva, and his dry throat finally got a little moisture.

After a day and a night of endless cruising, Yin Su's brows were still determined, but he was inevitably tainted with some fatigue. He looked at Wen Song whose eyelids were about to sink, and brought him into his arms.

The figures of the two are intertwined in the sea, inexplicably reminiscent of fish who are in love with each other.

The situation of other monks is not much better than them. Most of them are scattered with their companions. If they are unlucky, they don’t know how long they will be floating on the sea. Wen Song met two monks at night, but they couldn’t talk to each other. .

The sun gradually rose, and the sea water finally had some temperature. At noon, Yinsu saw Zhouzi again.

Wen Song looked at Yin Su, and his clear voice was a little hoarse: "What shall we do?"

Yin Su said: "Swim in the original direction."

Wen Song nodded.

When the sun was gradually slanting to the west, the two found a dilapidated boat, this time it was not a mirage, but a reality.

When Wen Song was lying on the boat, he was so tired that he couldn't lift his fingers. He lay on his back on the narrow board, and he didn't bother to care about his wet clothes. He just closed his eyes and wanted to have a good sleep.

His lips were still a little pale, and some of the waist-length hair was floating in the water, while others stretched down his fair neck to under the collar, and the beauty of the past also faded by three points with the light lip color.

Yin Su didn't call him either, he took off the wet clothes on Wen Song's body, and put them back on after wringing out the water.

During the whole process, Wen Song didn't have the slightest bit of defense, and let him move.

Seeing Wen Song's obedient appearance, Yin Su bowed his head and touched his lips, tasting it lightly.

It's just that Wen Song was really thirsty. After Yin Su's lips were attached, the soft tip of his tongue stuck out, and spontaneously began to lick the water, taking away the saliva from the other mouth bit by bit, even though the water couldn't break down his mouth. Thirst, but he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Yin Su just lowered his head, didn't stop him, and didn't take the initiative. He could clearly feel how soft and greasy the tip of the other party's tongue was, and how it sucked away the liquid in his mouth little by little. .

After the saliva in his mouth was stirred up, Wen Song smacked his lips and backed away, but Yin Su's breathing became heavier. He looked at Wen Song who was sleeping peacefully, and pressed his fingertips on his lips .

Yin Su lay side by side on the boat like him, sorting out what happened in the past two days in his mind.

This sea area is too treacherous, the sea surface is calm during the day, and the occasional waves will not kill people. Except for the monks, there is no living thing, which is no different from the Dead Sea. Naturally, no clues can be found. The only variable is the time of noon. The mirage that appeared.

Thinking of this, Yin Su had some guesses in his mind: the mirage tomorrow will probably still be Zhouzi.

When he was in a shallow sleep, there was a slight sound from underwater, and suddenly, a broad palm stretched out from the water, intending to grab Wen Song's arm and tear him off the boat.

Seeing this, Yin Su immediately grabbed Hong Xi who was by his hand, and slashed at that hand. He had no spiritual power, but his sword intent was there.

The person under the water couldn't dodge in time, half of his forearm was cut off, and the blood splashed on the dark water surface, fainting wisps of blood.

Yin Su stood up and stabbed straight at the sneak attacker hiding under the water. The cold light was like water, and it was cold.

Not long after, a dead body floated to the surface of the sea.

Yin Su didn't want to stay here any longer, he and Wen Song were not the only ones who saw the mirage, but they got the boat because they arrived early.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-1000:05:19~2020-04-1100:33:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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