Zhou Xiaochuan stopped the car, put on a cotton coat and got out of the car.

"Help me, save me!"

...

In the quagmire, a young man in his twenties saw someone approaching and shouted for help with a pale face.

At this time, the opponent's waist was already in the quagmire.

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't move, and turned his head to look at the withered grass next to him.

smiled!

Then I pretended to go back to the car and took out a rope and threw it away.

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