It turned out that when the whole body is bound, it sinks into the water like a stone, sinking slowly, and all the surrounding sounds are inaudible.

Yan Jing opened his eyes, his eyes were mixed with salty water and oozing tears.

I really can't see my dear again this time.

very sad.

Sadness is greater than fear of death.

With heartache.

He wants to... lose her again.

The feeling of suffocation came violently, Yan Jing closed his eyes, and his body slowly sank.

"Bang!"

The calm lake surface was broken, and Bai Jiayi fell to the boat. The lake water seemed to be pulled by something and rolled wildly. The boat couldn't stand the wind and waves and began to shake.

The stuttering man hugged Bai Jiayi tightly, a big wave, the boat overturned, and the two fell into the water together.

"Help! Help! I... poof, I can't swim!" Bai Jiayi struggled in the water, and the stuttering man swam over quickly.

The light flashing in the sky was still stirring the lake, and a passage was opened up by the spirit sword, and the little girl who stepped on another spirit sword came from the sky.

The coldness in her cold eyes was even worse, dyed with a trace of suffocation. She looked at the man floating in the hollow area, and in just a moment, she directly flashed to the man's side.

With a wave of his hand, all the ropes on Yan Jing's body broke.

Ling Qingxuan hugged him, stepped over the spirit sword and stood on the boat that had not yet sunk.

The aura wrapped the man in his arms and was healing his body.

On the other side, the stammering man grabbed Bai Jiayi, but the waves were still rolling, and he couldn't swim, so he could only hold Bai Jiayi slightly.

"No, I don't want to die, I...cough, I'm going to kill Ayaxi, I..."

"Who do you want to kill?" The little girl's calm and unwavering voice was exceptionally cold on this roaring lake.

Bai Jiayi was spitting water, and her eyes blurred to see the slim figure.

"How, how is it possible, you..."

What is she holding in her arms, is that Yan Jing?

Bai Jiayi choked the stuttering man, she failed, Yan Jing was still alive, she didn't even kill Yan Jing.

"Ah!" With a shock from the waves, Bai Jiayi and the stuttering man dispersed.

【System Warning! 】

[System warning: It is detected that the host has a blackening trend, please system zz to stop it quickly, the blackening progress is 0.2%...1%...5%...]

zz hurriedly shouted: [Host! Host! Calm down, the plane is almost over, hold back! 】

However, zz's blocking is useless.

The little girl said coldly: What if I killed her, what if I destroyed this face.

[Host, think about your little guy, he is not dead, he is about to wake up! 】

[System warning: The progress of the host's blackening is 100%... Zi...]

"Cough!...Cough cough!"

The big red alarm was lifted, and the man in his arms coughed violently.

Ling Qingxuan's eyes moved slightly, she let go of him, and supported him with one hand.

In the whole lake, only the boat was calm and the waves were calm, and Yan Jing's coughing continued for a while before he gasped and put his arms around the little girl's shoulders.

"Qing..." In a trance, Yan Jing was about to blurt out the name, but with a stab in the head, he covered his head and shook his head: "Wife, wife, is it really you?"

His eyes were full of disbelief, and he squeezed his face again, "Did I die before I saw you?"

Ling Qingxuan looked at him so stupid, and nodded indifferently, "Well, dead."

[System prompt: The villain Yan Jing currently has a favorability rating of 100, and the mission is completed. 】

Yan Jing's eyes were red and he hugged her tightly.

"Obviously not dead, what are you kidding me... I thought I would never see you again!"

There is temperature, and they have temperature on them.

Can still feel.

He is not dead.

He is still alive!

It took only two seconds for Yan Jing to be excited, and Ling Qingxuan knocked him unconscious.

zz: [...Host, what are you doing? 】

The little girl had a serious face and asked him to rest for a while.

Don't get excited and faint again.

Ling Qingxuan stepped on the spirit sword again, her eyes turned slightly, and Xian turned to those two people who couldn't stand it any longer.

Looking back, she tiptoed, the boat disintegrated, and she left with Yan Jing.

...

The rolling on the lake continued, and Bai Jiayi had no strength.

Her body gradually sank, and the stammering man finally found a plank that was still intact, but not big.

As soon as he swam to Bai Jiayi's side, the woman kicked him away and hugged the board for herself.

"Jia... Jiayi."

The man had no strength, but this time he was kicked, and his face was pale and sinking.

"Let me live, I have to live, I don't want to die!" Bai Jiayi closed her eyes and didn't look at him.

The stammering man pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes fixed on her, the lake flooded his face and his eyes.

Bai Jiayi was finally able to take a deep breath. She had just relaxed and was immersed in the joy of being saved and hopeful. Her ankles tightened, as if something was pulling her.

She heard the man shouting underwater, "I only have you!"

It was the first time he had spoken to her without stuttering.

"Come with me."

With a look of horror on Bai Jiayi's face, she exclaimed and was pulled down.

The fair but bruised arm swung wildly on the lake, and finally entered the lake completely.

"save……"

After a while, the lake changed from a turbulent state to calm.

There was nothing but the scraps of planks floating on it.

...

Yan Jing woke up in the water.

At that moment, he thought it was all a dream, and he was still at the bottom of the lake.

But when he sat up suddenly, he realized that it was in the bathroom. He was sitting in the bathtub, which was filled with warm water.

There are still bubbles on him.

"Wake up." The little girl's voice was cold and indifferent, but Yan Jing sounded extremely enthusiastic.

"Dear!" He stretched out his hand to hug Ling Qingxuan, and he sat down a little embarrassed after he got out of the bathtub.

Yan Jing had too many things to ask, but at this moment, he just wanted to keep his eyes on her.

"Turn around and wipe your back."

Yan Jing blinked, "The clothes you took off for me?"

"something wrong?"

Yan Jing: ...no problem.

He turned around obediently, there were still traces of rope tied on his back, and some faint scars, Ling Qingxuan pursed his lips and gently wiped him.

The temperature of the water in the bathroom was not the highest, but the light mist made his eyes blurry.

The little girl behind her wiping stopped.

Just as Yan Jing was about to turn around, he heard her voice echo in the bathroom and in his ears.

"Are you still married?"

Yan Jing clenched his fists, turned to face her, and hugged her regardless of anything, and the warm water with the aroma also wet her clothes.

The man nodded vigorously, "Re! Darling, remarry me, okay?"

Yan Jing was so nervous that he didn't move. On the back side that he couldn't see, the little girl's eyes were still cold, but the corners of her lips had a slight upward arc.

In an instant, it was almost invisible and calmed down.

She said, "Okay."