The climbing rope is relatively long, but Qian Duo has not received professional training, and his accuracy is much worse. After trying to throw it hard several times, his strength is getting weaker and weaker. Qian Duo is breathing heavily from exhaustion. . Seeing Wang BuShui's eyes, Wang BuSi was very worried about whether he could get more money and whether he would need help on the wedding night.
He had no choice but to rely on himself and try his best to swim towards the big tree. Fortunately, Wang Busui had practiced and his physical strength and endurance were still very strong. After several efforts, I finally caught the rope that was thrown down by more money. Then he quickly wrapped the rope around Zhang Jinghui's body to prevent it from being washed away by the river. Naturally, there was no way to avoid physical contact. When he touched that small waist, Wang Busui was also distraught. But now is not the time to take advantage, so you have to calm down quickly.
After tying the rope, Wang Bushi could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He shouted to the two people in the tree. : "Pull quickly".
When Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo heard the greeting, they immediately pulled hard towards them. Well, okay, these two people have lived in vain for more than ten or twenty years. Those highly nutritious foods are not properly absorbed and are excreted from the body intact. The strength of the two of them was so weak that Wang Bushi and Zhang Jinghui could not move forward even half a minute in the water.
Wang Busheng was also helpless. Seeing that the two of them were already panting from exhaustion, he had no choice but to give up the idea of taking a rest, took a few deep breaths, and pulled Zhang Jinghui to swim forward with all his strength.
Zhang Jinghui had already recovered from her panic. Looking at Wang Bushit, who kept pulling her, Zhang Jinghui's heart kept changing. A woman always hopes that someone can protect her throughout her life. He doesn't have to be handsome or have money. , let alone lack of ability, as long as he is good to himself and puts himself higher than his own life. He is someone you can rely on for the rest of your life.
Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows.
Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep. Gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea.
At that time, it was just commonplace.
If you don't experience loss, how can you understand the value of cherishing.
If you don’t experience prosperity, how can you understand the value of plainness?
If you don't experience life and death, how can you understand the value of life and who is precious?
Of course, this society still values appearance and money. What we are talking about here are more traditional women, good girls who have not been polluted by today's society.
Recalling the scenes yesterday, a person whom I had only known for a few days selflessly saved and helped me again and again, without any complaints or hesitation. Although there are some common problems among men, they love money as much as their lives, and they will also like good-looking women when they meet them. Take advantage. But overall, Wang Budie is still okay, he has good skills, he also knows how to take care of people, is willing to help others, hates evil as much as he hates it, punishes evil and promotes good. In critical moments, he will save others regardless of his own life or death. Think of it this way. The King of Immortality still has many advantages. Inadvertently, Zhang Jingjun's tears flashed across her eyes. Whether it was gratitude or another intention, only Zhang Jinghui knew. Thinking of this, Zhang Jinghui held Wang Busheng's hand tighter.
If it were Wang BuSi himself, no matter how big the river was, no matter how fast it flowed, Wang BuSi would not take it seriously. But pulling Zhang Jinghui took a lot of energy. Wang Busheng's physical strength gradually became exhausted.
Finally, Wang Bushit took Zhang Jinghui and swam under the tree. Qian Duoduo bent down and hurriedly took Zhang Jinghui's hand. The little girl Qian Duoduo also came down to help.
Wang Busui dived into the water again and held up Zhang Jinghui's butt with his shoulders. More Money on the Tree grabbed Zhang Jinghui's hand. This time the chain did not drop and Zhang Jinghui was successfully pulled up to the tree. Zhang Jinghui turned around and looked at Wang Budie. He hurriedly tried to reach out to hold Wang BuSie, but unexpectedly, a tree stump hit Wang BuSie's head that he had just raised. Because Wang BuSie was holding his breath under the water, his head was a little dazed, so he was hit by the tree stump. The blow to the head made him even more dazed. Coupled with Wang Bu's exhausted physical strength, he could no longer hold on and his body slowly sank. Slowly disappeared into the river. Disappeared from everyone's sight.
Seeing this, Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo on the tree tried to catch Wang BuShui, but it was too late, Wang BuSi had already sunk to the bottom of the water. The two shouted loudly: "The king will not die, the king will not die." The river returned to calm without any reply.
Zhang Jingjun, who had just climbed up the tree, saw Wang BuSheng disappearing, and his mind went blank. In such an environment, with a vast ocean and no land, the chance of Wang BuSi surviving would be very small. Zhang Jinghui sat slumped on the tree trunk, holding her shoulders with her hands, her body trembling, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful face looking so charming and heart-wrenching. A heartbreaking feeling in my heart.
The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and a branch of pear blossom brings rain in spring.
Zhang Jinghui felt that her most precious thing was lost.
Qian Duoduo was stunned on the spot. He had never experienced such a thing before and was at a loss as to what to do.
Qian Duoduo was still sitting there crying, with the most real tears in his eyes. Qian Duoduo cried even more when he thought of Wang Bu's death. Shouting for help toward the river.
Wang Bu die didn't want to travel twice. At the moment when the tree stump hit his head, he knew that he couldn't escape, so he could only bear it silently. The moment he was hit hard, he hurriedly took a deep breath, and Wang Bu die lost his physical strength. The only thing he could do was to sink his body slowly, although Wang Busheng had never practiced the weird martial arts like Turtle Breathing Kung Fu. But Wang Bu was still able to hold his breath for more than two minutes. In this way, the body slowly flows down along the river, even if it enters a resting state. Of course, the king is not dead and he is not a bastard, so how can he stay in the water all the time? Suddenly, a memory came out of Wang Bu Die's mind. It was a memory that did not belong to this life. But he wanted to remember them all, but he couldn't remember them at all. Wang Bu Die didn't have the time to think too much. He felt that his body was almost rested. He slowly stretched out his head and saw a big tree next to him. He quickly grabbed it and climbed up. He looked at his nest and found that he was already forty or fifty meters away.
I want to swim back, but I no longer have the energy. I could only sit down cross-legged to rest and breathe, trying to remember the memories just now, but I couldn't remember any more.
The air in the trees seemed to be frozen. No one spoke, only crying and sighing. The leaves were thick and covered the body of the immortal king.
Wang Bu was resting for about ten minutes, and his physical strength had almost recovered. He shouted loudly to Zhang Jinghui and others not far away.
Hearing the shouts, everyone stopped crying. Qian Duoduo asked tremblingly: "Immortal brother won't turn into a ghost so soon?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Zhang Jinghui said, then raised her ears and listened carefully.
Seeing no response, Wang Bushit climbed up again and shouted loudly.
Finally, Zhang Jinghui saw Wang BuSheng on the top of the tree. She quickly held back her tears and said excitedly to the Qian brothers and sisters: "He is not dead yet, Wang BuSheng is not dead yet."
He also wiped away the tears on his face and smiled through his tears. Waved to Wang BuSi: "Wang BuSi, we heard you, how are you, are you okay?"
"It's okay," Wang Busi replied, looking at his surroundings. His tree was in a straight line with the tree where Zhang Jinghui was. As long as it flows along the river, the rope can flow to him, so he shouted: "Drop the rope."
Zhang Jinghui understood what he meant, made sure the rope was tied firmly, and hurriedly threw the other end of the rope down.
After a minute or two, the rope flowed to Wang Busheng, who caught it and tied it around his waist. Even if he was exhausted, he would not be washed away by the river. As long as he rested a few more times, he would be able to swim to the river. On that big tree.
He jumped into the water again, pulled the rope, and tightened the rope little by little. His feet were splashing behind the water, and his body slowly swam forward. Without Zhang Jinghui, Wang Busheng seemed much more relaxed.
Seeing this, the people on the tree hurriedly pulled on the rope. With Zhang Jinghui joining in, the strength of the three of them became much stronger. Without any further accidents, Wang Busui finally climbed up the big tree.
Zhang Jinghui threw herself into Wang Busheng's arms. Well, well, it should be regarded as a hug. The two of them were about the same height, so it should be very convenient for them to do something shameless.
Just like that, Zhang Jinghui hugged Wang Busheng and cried for several minutes without any words.
Wang Bushi raised his hands high, not knowing how to put them down. Their clothes were already soaked, and their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. The feeling was more comfortable than eating chicken. Smelling Zhang Jinghui's unique body fragrance, Wang Bushit was a little intoxicated.
Finally, Wang Busui couldn't bear it anymore, and his body was already a little stiff. If a beautiful woman hugged him, Sakyamuni would clamor to return to secular life when he saw her, and Liu Xiahui would also be filled with love. Silently recite the meditation mantra in your heart to suppress the evil thoughts in your heart. Wang Bushit couldn't bear it any longer, so he patted Zhang Jinghui's shoulder gently and said, "Sister Jinghui, don't cry, everything is fine."
Zhang Jinghui is a strong girl. When her father died on the battlefield, she cried. When her mother died, she cried. Since then, she has never cried again.
She knew she had to be strong, tears could not solve any problems. Grandpa is getting older, his sister is still young, and he has become the mainstay of the family. Until today, I cried again for a strange man, the most ordinary person who had nothing to do with me.
After hearing the consolation, Zhang Jinghui stood up and looked at Wang Busheng. Her face was full of embarrassment, and she had thousands of words in her heart, but she didn't know how to express them.
Wang Bu Shou gently wiped away the tears on Zhang Jinghui's face. Although he knew it was a bit abrupt, seeing the tears on Zhang Jinghui's face, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart and wanted to wipe her tears away. There was no other reason. He didn't want to See her in tears.
An accident happened again. Well, I didn’t fall into the water this time. Everyone was quite tired. They were swimming around and we were not participating in the Olympics.
This time the accident was relatively minor, it was just Wang Bushit's nose that bled.
Finally, Wang Bushit couldn't bear the nosebleed anymore and talked to Zhang Jinghui. He probably fell into the river. Zhang Jinghui struggled. Two buttons of his shirt were opened, and everyone could see what he wanted. Such a once-in-a-thousand-year beauty, Wang How could I not bear to look at it without death? My eyes naturally turned there, and I could see it clearly and clearly.
Seeing Wang Busui's nosebleed, Zhang Jinghui hurriedly picked a few leaves and stuffed them into Wang Busui's nostrils.
Looking up, Zhang Jinghui suddenly realized that Wang Bushit was still staring at her, and muttered: "Smelly hooligan."
Wang Bushi wanted to explain that he actually didn't stink, but Zhang Jinghui had gone far.
