The climbing rope is relatively long, but I have not received professional training, so my accuracy is much worse. After trying to throw it hard several times, my strength is getting weaker and weaker, and I am gasping for breath from exhaustion.

.Looking at Wang Busheng, Wang Busheng was very worried about whether he could make 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, he finally caught the money and threw more money.

Then he quickly wrapped the rope around Zhang Jinghui's body to prevent him from being washed away by the river. Naturally, he couldn't avoid physical contact. When he touched that small waist, Wang Busui was also distraught. But now was not the time to take advantage, so he hurriedly stabilized himself.

mind.

After tying the rope, Wang Bushi could finally breathe a sigh of relief and shouted loudly to the two people on the tree: "Pull quickly."

When Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo heard the greeting, they immediately pulled hard towards themselves. Well, well, the two of them have lived in vain for more than ten or twenty years. Those highly nutritious foods were not well absorbed, just like that.

They were expelled from the body intact. The strength of the two of them was so weak that Wang Busheng 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 rich.

, It does not matter if he has no ability, as long as he is good to himself and puts himself above his own life, he will be someone who can be relied on for 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.

Taking some advantages. But overall, Wang Busheng is still okay. He has good skills, knows how to take care of others, is willing to help others, hates evil as much as he hates it, punishes evil and encourages good. In critical moments, he will save others regardless of his own life or death. Think of it this way

. Wang Busui still has many advantages. Inadvertently, Zhang Jingjun shed tears in front of his eyes. Whether it was gratitude or for other reasons, only Zhang Jinghui knew. Thinking of this, Zhang Jinghui held Wang Busui's hand tighter.

If it were Wang Buzi himself, no matter how big the river water was, no matter how fast the flow rate, Wang Bushi would not take it lightly. But pulling Zhang Jinghui, and he had already consumed a lot of energy. Wang Buzi's physical strength gradually improved.

Not supported.

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 Bushit dived into the water again and lifted Zhang Jinghui's butt with his shoulders. More Money on the Tree grabbed Zhang Jinghui's hand. This time, the chain was not dropped and he successfully pulled Zhang Jinghui up the tree. Zhang Jinghui turned around,

Looking at Wang BuSie, he hurriedly wanted to reach out and 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. As a result,

He was hit by a tree stump and received a blow to his head, which made him even more dazed. In addition, Wang Busui's physical strength was exhausted and he could no longer hold on. His body slowly sank. He slowly disappeared into the river. Disappeared into the river.

In everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo on the tree wanted to catch Wang BuSi, but it was too late, Wang BuSi had already sunk to the bottom of the water. The two shouted loudly: "Wang BuSi, Wang BuSi," and the river calmed down again.

No reply.

Zhang Jingjun, who had just climbed up the tree, saw Wang Busi 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 hands.

She held her shoulders, her body was trembling, tears were streaming down her face, her beautiful face looked so charming and heart-wrenching, and she felt heartbroken.

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. Thinking of Wang Bu's death, Qian Duoduo couldn't stop crying. He shouted for help to 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.

He could only sink his body slowly. Although Wang Busheng had never practiced the weird martial arts of Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, Wang Busheng was still able to hold his breath for more than two minutes. In this way, his body slowly flowed down the river.

, even if he enters a resting state. Of course, Wang Bu Die is not a bastard, so how could he stay in the water all the time. Suddenly, a memory surged out of Wang Bu Die's mind, a memory that did not belong to this life, but he wanted to remember them all, but he couldn't.

He couldn't remember anything at all. Wang Busheng didn't have the time to think too much. He felt that his body was almost rested, so he slowly stretched out his head. When he saw a big tree next to him, he hurriedly grabbed it, climbed up and took a look.

Looking at his own nest, he has already flowed out forty or fifty meters away.

I wanted to swim back, but I no longer had 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 tree seemed to be frozen. No one spoke, there were only cries and sighs. The leaves were thick and covered the immortal body of the king.

Wang Busui rested 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: "My immortal brother won't turn into a ghost so soon, will he?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Zhang Jinghui said, then she 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, quickly held back her tears, and said excitedly to the Qian brothers and sisters: "He is not dead yet, Wang BuSi is not dead yet."

He also wiped away the tears on his face and smiled through his tears. He waved to Wang Busheng and said, "Wang Busheng, we heard you. How are you? Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Wang Bushit replied. He looked at the surrounding environment and found that his tree and the tree where Zhang Jinghui was sitting were in a straight line. As long as he followed the river, the rope could flow to his side, so he continued to shout

: "Throw down 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 weak, 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 him, 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. 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 where to put them. Their clothes were already soaked, and their bodies were pressed tightly together. The feeling was more comfortable than eating chicken. They smelled Zhang Jinghui's unique body fragrance.

, Wang Busheng was a little drunk.

Finally, Wang Busui couldn't bear it any longer, and his body was already a little stiff. A beautiful woman hugged him. Sakyamuni would clamor to return to secular life when he saw it, and Liu Xiahui could not help but feel happy. He silently recited the meditation mantra in his heart, and calmed the thoughts in his heart.

The evil thoughts were suppressed. Wang Busui couldn't bear it any longer. He gently patted Zhang Jinghui's shoulder 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 that she had to be strong, and tears could not solve any problems. Her grandfather was getting older, her sister was still young, and she had become the backbone of the family. Until today, she cried again, for a strange man, the most ordinary and ordinary man.

Someone who has nothing to do with him.

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 Bushu 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

Saw her crying.

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 Busheng's nose that bled.

Finally, Wang Bushit couldn't stand 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 who wanted to see could see such a once-in-a-thousand-year beauty. Wang

How could I not bear to look without death? My eyes naturally turned there, and I could see 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 Budie was still staring at her, and muttered: "Smelly hooligan."
Chapter completed!