Lamborghini is always a Lamborghini. No matter how good or expensive this car is, it cannot become a submarine.
The moment the front of the car plunged into the sea, the sea water poured into the car along the gap in the car body. At this time, the pressure outside was too great, and the door could not be opened from the inside, and the glass could only be broken to escape .
This time, Dong Wuyan was completely panicked.
She is not a trained killer, nor is she a professional racer. So when she encounters this situation, her first reaction is not to step on the brakes, but to turn the steering wheel to avoid the car opposite.
So, the tragedy happened.
"Hey, can you swim?" Yan Murong asked, looking at Dong Wuyan with a panic look on his face.
"What," Dong Wuyan was called by Yan Murong and then came to his senses.
"I asked if you can swim," Yan Murong asked loudly. The water had already reached its knees. It was estimated that the entire car would be filled with water in less than a minute.
"I will," Dong Wuyan answered affirmatively.
"That's good, prepare to swim," Yan Murong said with a wry smile, but the geese were pecked at the eyes all day long.
Yan Murong felt this way now, and she was so depressed that she wanted to die.
I was thinking about leading the other party to a place where no one was left and letting the little snake catch people, but the little snake did not appear and the person was not caught. Instead, he was frightened by the action of Dong Wuyan, the woman, and the person and the car were brought together. Dropped into the sea---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Bang------Click,"
Yan Murong clamped the silver needle with two fingers and punched Lamborghini's bulletproof glass. Then, tiny cracks appeared on the windshield on the car door, like earthworms.
"Bang,"
Yan Murong turned sideways, almost leaned against Dong Wuyan, kicked the glass with one kick, and then the crack began to spread around.
"Bang------Click,"
Finally, when Yan Murong kicked the third step and the sea water was about to spread to his chest, the glass on the car door was finally overwhelmed, announcing its mission to be completely over.
"Let's go," Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan and swam out along the gap in the car window.
Now, Yan Murong is grateful to the old man in his heart. If the unethical old man hadn't kicked him down from the waterfall, he would have said goodbye to this world of flowers and waited peacefully. Be a fish food.
“Gurulu,”
Because the car sank too fast, the two of them were already more than 30 meters away from the sea when they came out of the car. Dong Wuyan had not swam a few meters and used up the air stored in his lungs. He opened his mouth and was like a crab It started to spit bubbles as if it were.
In the sea, and it was dark sky, Yan Murong could not see Dong Wuyan's situation. She only felt that she grabbed her hand and used more and more force. Then she pulled her to her side, hugged her head and turned her. He put his mouth on it.
Relying on the last little air left in the lungs, Yan Murong grabbed Dong Wuyan and swam up quickly-----To be honest, even if Yan Murong held his breath without air, he could hold his breath for two to three minutes, but Because Dong Wuyan was there, Yan Murong didn't dare to take her to play swimmers.
He sighed in his heart, Yan Murong thought, hoping that the two people above thought they were dead, otherwise he would have been killed by someone to take Dong Wuyan up there.
"Crazy-----"
The two finally swam onto the water. While breathing in fresh air to relieve the discomfort in their lungs, Yan Murong raised her head and looked up at the bridge. However, because the sky was too dark, she could not see the people on the bridge still there. Not here.
"How are you?" Yan Murong turned his head and asked at Dong Wuyan, who was breathing heavily while stepping on the water to maintain balance.
"Cold," Dong Wuyan said in a trembling voice.
Although it is summer now, the water temperature in the sea is not very high at night. After staying in the water for a few minutes, your body will start to feel cold. In addition, it is frightened. Dong Wuyan now feels numb with his hands and feet, as if all the strength in his body has been drained. Likewise, if she hadn't been dependent on her willpower, she would have sunk into the sea.
Yan Murong was fine. This coldness was not cold to him at all. It was much warmer than being kicked off the waterfall by an old man in the middle of winter.
"Hug me and hold on," Yan Murong looked around and found that their current location was only about two hundred meters away from the shore. So he wrapped his hand around Dong Wuyan's waist and began to look towards the shore with one hand. Swimming past.
Two hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Fifty meters----
Finally, Yan Murong felt that his feet had touched the beach, so he grabbed Dong Wuyan and stood up.
"call,"
Yan Murong exhaled and lay directly on the beach on his back.--------------It was really a physical job to swim with someone in his arms and he was also exhausted.
"Hey, how are you?" Yan Murong asked, looking at Dong Wuyan, who was also lying on the beach with his chest undulating.
Originally, Dong Wuyan had very little wear. After soaking in the sea water, the horse in the outside was clamped and floated to it. The T-shirt inside was also soaked in the sea water, tightly pressed on her body, making her look good, so that she was not bad at all. His figure looks more plump and attractive.
Looking through the moonlight, Yan Murong was stunned and thought, I heard that women wearing purple underwear are all slutty, and I don’t know whether it is true or false.
"I'm fine," Dong Wuyan said weakly after he took a while.
"It's okay," Yan Murong turned over and stood up from the beach, pulled Dong Wuyan up, and said, "It's not safe here, so let's leave here first."
"Yes, sir, it's true, as you said, it's not safe here,"
As soon as Yan Murong finished speaking, a voice rang behind her back. When she turned around, Yan Murong was surprised to find that a white T-shirt was floating in the air so magically.
"Damn, it's a hell," Yan Murong was shocked and quickly pulled Dong Wuyan and took a few steps back.
"You're so rude," the voice came from the weird T-shirt floating in the air. "I can think you're racist,"
It was not until the T-shirt floated in front of him that Yan Murong realized that the T-shirt did not float in the air for no reason, but was to be put on an African black man to reflect this strange scene.
Yan Murong smiled bitterly. He thought the other party had left, but he didn't expect that he would block him from the shore.
Pulling Dong Wuyan behind him, Yan Murong looked at the black man in front of him with vigilance. At the same time, a silver needle was added between his fingers, ready to fight back at any time.