Murong Wuming is just a twelve-year-old boy, and a naturally gentle man.
Hearing the strange noise, I was shocked, and I was stunned in horror, and I forgot to run away
In the coffin, the abnormal noise continues
Because there was no one inside, Murong Wuming quickly heard that it was a human voice
"Water! Water..."
The man's voice seemed very dull, but when he heard Murong Wuming's ears, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
His heart was beating wildly, he was very scared, but the familiar sound quality made him forget these things
Carefully approaching the coffin, Murong Wuming slowly leaned into his ears
"Water! Water..."
A low and dumb male voice came clearly from the coffin
That sound, that sound... it looks like the shadow king's sea and silver sand
Murong Wuming's heart was beating harder, but this time, he was no longer afraid.
He didn't know where he got the courage, so he held the coffin lid, and he tried his best to push the coffin lid to one side
The coffin lid is very heavy. Fortunately, Murong Wuming's physical fitness has improved after practicing martial arts for several days. He tried his best to finally push the coffin out of a gap that was wide across his palm.
Taking a deep breath, Murong Wuming then looked into the gap with a complicated mood.
The coffin is very dark, Murong Wuming narrows his eyes slightly and looks carefully
The one who rushed into his sight was a scarred face. Despite this, he still recognized the man at a glance, which was Shadow King Canghai Yinsha.
"Water! Water..."
Canghai Silver Sand's chapped lips open and close, and he kept muttering the word "water"
"Water?! I'll give it to you!"
Murong Wuming was pulled back to reality by his voice, turned around and rushed to the window. He quickly grabbed the tea on the table and poured a full cup, and immediately turned around and walked towards the coffin.
At this moment, the felt curtain hanging from the door that keeps warm in winter was suddenly picked up.
The dazzling sunlight suddenly hurt Murong Wuming's eyes. Seeing the person holding the curtain clearly, he suffocated his breath
"Silver Frost?!"
He pronounced the name of the person in shock, and the teacup in his hand fell weakly on the ground