Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

A wave of waves hit his head, Klein's arms felt sore, and he was suddenly crushed into the water.

He has already swam to a very deep place, the bottom is pitch black, and there is nowhere to stay. There are only countless "silk threads" leading to the deep sea, luring him to continue moving forward.

There is something under the sea.

From a certain moment, this thought kept lingering in his mind, impacting his reason over and over again like a spell, attracting his mind. If someone came from the sea at this time, they would be able to see that Klein was standing on both sides at the moment. Floating on the surface of the sea in a daze, looking for something blankly.

The sea water carried him up and down, and it wasn't until he took a sip of water that Klein suddenly regained his senses, his scalp numb from the back of his head to the top of his head, and it took him a while to remember that he was here to find maracas.

By the way, maracas!

He didn't have time to think about what happened to the weird absence just now, he quickly swung his legs to keep his balance, and looked around, where was the shadow of the sand ball?

It must have been lost when he was distracted just now.

Klein patted the surface of the sea in frustration, thinking about how to apologize to Locke and the others, while turning his head, he was stunned—when did he swim so far?So far away that you can't even see the beach!

The children of Port Paloy grew up by the sea, and they don't know much about their water skills. Klein knows how far he can swim, and has never crossed this limit. Only this time, he didn't know what happened. Swimmed too far.

Thick dark clouds spread from the sky behind him, engulfing the originally sunny sky, the light was blocked by the clouds, and the deep blue water turned dangerously black.

A storm is coming.

Klein swam back with all his strength, and the seam between his shoulders gradually became sour.His physical strength is no longer as abundant as when he came here. The sea water slapped his face, tasted the salty taste, and an unprecedented sense of crisis was squeezed from all directions.

The weather at sea is always changeable. For the fishermen in Port Paloy, the sea is a moody companion. When it is happy, it will send gifts.

In the past 17 years, Klein only saw its gentle and hospitable side, and thought he had found a way to get along with it. He never thought that it would show its minions to him.

- Too much reliance on those "wires" will kill you sooner or later.

In the past, grandpa always nagged in his ear, worrying that he would be attracted by the benefits in front of him, opportunistic, and even refused to exchange the money from pearls for a big house.This time when he came back from the sea, grandpa was still breaking the cabinet by himself...

Klein's heart trembled—he had to go back.

But he was too far away from the shore, and after swimming for so long, he only saw a black line in the distance.

His breathing became short of breath unknowingly, his raised shoulders were sore as if being pricked by a needle, his legs swung in the seawater stole a slap, his heavy body sank, and Klein choked. Take a sip of water.

He made a few swift strokes to regain his balance, but his arms and legs were getting heavier and heavier.For the first time, he realized that the sea water surrounding him was so heavy, like thick glue, absorbing all his struggles into nothingness.

Klein had seen drowned corpses. The faces of those people were white and swollen, and they were always washed up on the beach like a swim bladder by the sea. In a flash, the pale corpses replaced his faces.

Fear and anxiety twisted together and rushed straight to his celestial cap. Klein's heart beat wildly, "Help", "Help"...

At first he didn't know where the sound came from, but it took him a long time to realize that his throat was trembling, and a sound like crying and howling was overflowing from his throat.

Will there be fishing boats passing by?

"Help!"

No, the fishing boats have already returned, and the rest are at sea, and they won't be back until tomorrow morning.

"Help--!!"

Klein finally yelled loudly, and after he yelled, a large mouthful of seawater poured into his mouth. He coughed and continued to swim, but the water that had just choked like a lung tube turned into steel needles and pierced his lungs.

His hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead, his eyes were suddenly submerged in sea water, his throat was blocked by the influx of water, he could no longer breathe, his ears were filled with frantic heartbeats, and only the last trace of consciousness was left to know that he was sinking continuously. sink……

Just a few seconds before he lost consciousness, a flash of gold flashed in front of his eyes, and his soft blond hair swayed in the sea like seaweed. Then, the sea around him was suddenly separated by air, and a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, Take him upriver.

After Sweet jumped into the sea, Locke raised his chin inquiringly at Wenger.

Wenger's eyelids were slightly pressed, and the coldness in the red eyes was retracted. The corner of his mouth was twitched sarcastically, and he quickly returned to his usual gentle appearance. Ferguson, who was watching from the shore, hugged him and made fun of him.

Locke opened his mouth slightly and wanted to ask again. Seeing that Wenger didn't respond to him, he clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair unhappily.

"Back!" Ferguson jumped.

In the next second, Sweet raised his head from the sea water, raised his hand to brush his wet blond hair, and picked up Klein, who was unknown, and walked ashore step by step.

The sea water flowed down Sweet's chest and accumulated in Klein's elbow close to Sweet's. His black hair blocked his face, and his outer hand hung down feebly. Footsteps wobbled.

Ferguson ran over to pick it up, walked around to Klein and asked, "What's wrong with him? Is he drowning? Where's the sand ball? Hey, I wouldn't have let him pick it up if I knew it."

Sweet avoided Ferguson's hand, put Klein on the sand, knelt beside him on one knee and listened to his heartbeat.

Ferguson asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

The next scene that made him even more incomprehensible happened——

I saw Sweet pinching Klein's nose with one hand and opening his jaw with the other, leaning over and pressing his lips against it.

Ferguson: "?"

Sweet's breath was very long, and after taking a breath, Klein, who was still motionless before, made a sound when he went up for the second time. Sweet retreated, Klein trembled slightly, spit out a mouthful of water, and then violently He opened his eyes with a cough.

The first thing that catches the eye is Sweet's aquamarine-like eyes. His blond hair is pulled back, revealing a white and full forehead and clear eyebrows.

Sweet didn't pay attention to his gaze, but supported his shoulders, and patted his back a few times. Klein leaned sideways to support the beach, and spit out a few more mouthfuls of water, his breath gradually becoming even.

Wenger, who was standing not far away, immediately stepped forward, leaned over and asked with concern, "Klein, how are you?"

The sound can be heard in the ear again.

The sense of fear and detachment that he had struggled from the death line faded slightly, and the water dripped from the tips of his hair and flowed into his eyes. Klein blinked. He didn't have the strength to speak right now, so he shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"Can you stand up?" Sweet asked.

Klein's mind was still a little blank, and he struggled to think about the meaning of his words. He tried to hold on, but his upper arm went limp and he fell down.

Sweet grabbed him just in time, like when he was fished out of the sea, supported his back with one hand, hooked his leg with the other, and directly hugged him horizontally under Klein's shocked sight stand up!

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