small country farmer

Chapter 872
That night, a raging fire ignited above the East China Sea, and the pitch-black night sky was completely illuminated by the red fire, just like daytime.

The Immortal Crossing Boat was engulfed in the raging red flames, no one knew if there were any survivors on the Immortal Crossing Boat, it all became a mystery.

What's more, that is the restricted area of ​​the East China Sea. Such weird things have happened more than once in the windless zone. The monks in the entire Eastern Continent are all pale and frightened when they hear the news, and they don't want to know too much about the windless zone.

Time flies, seven or eight days have passed since the strange incident that happened in the windless zone of the East China Sea that night.

On a certain beach in the East China Sea, this is a deserted island, located in a remote southwest corner of the East Continent.

On this day, the sea breeze was strong, the tide was surging, and a large number of wood debris floated on the sea surface.

And among the densely packed floating wood chips, there was a slightly larger board, carrying a man who had been unconscious for an unknown amount of time.

The man seemed to have been soaked in the sea for too long, his face was very pale, his lips were extremely chapped, his face was covered with stubble, and his coarse clothes were in tatters, barely covering important parts.

As the tide surged violently, the unconscious man was brought to the beach by the wooden planks beneath him. He was lying on his stomach like a corpse, but what was strange was that his body was covered with a weak red light. .

It was precisely because of the existence of that red glow that this comatose man still breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how long it took, the red light on the unconscious man's body became thinner and thinner, until finally, it turned into a faint red spot, which penetrated into the man's brow in an instant, leaving a thin red line.

Not long after all this weird happened, a petite figure appeared on the beach.

It was a woman with disheveled hair and a tattered pink dress. She had a very pretty face, but she was extremely haggard and weak, and her pale lips made her look very ordinary.

This woman was Liu Jing, the girl in pink who was rescued by Zhang Wei on the Immortal Crossing Boat.

After the raging fire annihilated Duxianzhou that night, Liu Jing escaped unharmed, which shows that her good fortune is extraordinary, and she is not as weak as she appears on the surface.

This Liu Jing obviously came to this deserted island a long time ago. When she saw the man on the beach, her eyebrows frowned involuntarily, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she felt a little suspicious. The comatose man in front of her, She actually had a familiar feeling.

who is it?

Liu Jing was puzzled and couldn't figure it out for a moment. A flash of light flashed in her eyes, she frowned and stared at the unconscious man for a few seconds, she couldn't help but hesitate for a while.

save?Still not helping?

She is currently the only one on this deserted island, and her strength is very weak. If she saves the man in front of her, or if the man has malicious intentions, she will die here.

If you don't save it, you can feel sorry for the familiarity in your heart.

Tangled!

After Liu Jing hesitated for a while, a gleam of determination appeared in her eyes, she bit her lip, and bent over to turn the man over.

A burst of violent coughing startled her immediately, her expression turned pale instantly, her whole body trembled, panic flashed in her eyes, her body staggered, and she almost fell to the ground.

But she also reacted very quickly, hastily pulled out a cold dagger from her waist, clenched it tightly in her snow-white slender hands, her small face was full of tension, and her whole body was trembling faintly.

"Water! Water...water..."

The coughing sound naturally came from the comatose man, but he had already woken up from the coma, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he was recovering bit by bit.

The man was very weak, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyelids, his eyes were only slightly exposed, and his dry lips were wriggling, like a mosquito humming and whispering weakly.

Liu Jing was stunned for a moment, the tension on her little face relaxed a lot, and she let out a sigh of relief, but she was still very cautious, moving her steps very cautiously, and approached the man.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to see the man's appearance clearly, but at this moment, the man lying on the beach suddenly stretched out his big hand like a fake corpse, and grabbed Liu Jing's slender arms.

Liu Jing's eyes shrank suddenly, her expression changed instantly, she had no time to react, she let out an exclamation, and the dagger in her hand fell directly on the beach.

"Ah! You... what are you going to do?"

"Water...water...give me water..." The man exhausted all his strength, and lifted his head weakly, revealing a pale face. Judging from the outline of his face, it was actually Zhang Wei.

It's just that Liu Jing has never seen Zhang Wei's real face, so she didn't recognize it.

Liu Jing was very frightened, her delicate body trembled, she bit her lips tightly, and her little hands struggled desperately to get rid of the man's restraint.

Zhang Wei's strength was exhausted, and he fell down on the beach again. His vision went dark, and he passed out again. A second before he passed out, his chapped lips were still wriggling and murmuring.

Liu Jing's face was pale, and after she got rid of Zhang Wei, she quickly stood up and ran away. She was very disturbed in her heart, and she had already made up her mind not to save the man, and let him fend for himself.

But for some reason, at very late in the evening, Liu Jing's figure still appeared on the beach. She hesitated, found some rattan from the woods, weaved it with great effort, and dragged Zhang Wei ashore.

"I really don't know which life I owe you, oh."

Liu Jing was already petite, and it was very difficult to drag a big man. She was already dripping with sweat, and her tattered clothes were wet.

Those snow-white and slender hands were bleeding from the rattan, but she still clenched her teeth and exerted all her strength to drag Zhang Wei, who was unconscious, to the thatched hut she had built temporarily.

The sun went down quickly, and after Liu Jing dragged Zhang Wei to the hut, night had already fallen.

She was exhausted and out of breath, slumped on the ground for a few minutes, then busily found some fresh water, and carefully poured it into Zhang Wei's mouth.

It wasn't until midnight that Liu Jing settled the unconscious Zhang Wei. She glanced at the man in front of her with uneasy eyes, sighed, wiped off her sweat, and then took out the cold force again. The man's dagger was held tightly, keeping a certain distance from the unconscious man.

She was really scared, very nervous, and even decided to stay up all night, guarding the man in front of her.

But after working hard all day, she felt drowsy not long after she sat down, her eyelids were clenched, she couldn't take care of so much anymore, and fell asleep directly.

Until the next morning, just before dawn, there was a sharp exclamation from the hut, followed by a clear and loud applause.

"Ah, you, you, you... hooligans!"

Snapped!
(End of this chapter)