Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Without a point of focus, her body looked extremely petite under the vast sky.Bai Xiaosheng Novel Network www>

Some hawks were hovering above her head, waiting for her to close her eyes, and would immediately rush up and snatch away this delicacy.

Slowly, as night fell, Luo Liuling was still hanging here, her whole body had long lost strength, and her body became extremely cold.

During the day, I was soaked by the basin of cold water, and I didn't change it. Now the cold wind is blowing on this cliff, and I can only feel black spots flowing past my eyes.

There are a few scattered stars in the sky. Compared with the mainland, there are really few stars here. [

Luo Liuling, you must persevere, this little hardship is nothing, persevering is the hope of living.

Constantly urging myself, the fire of hope slowly ignited again.

Luo Liuling looked around, her heart was so cold, there was nothing around her, they were all cliffs, and they were far away, let alone one foot, let alone touch the cliff, just her two feet Don't even try to get close, in such a situation, even if Luo Liuling is capable, it is difficult for him to reach the blue sky.

The sea breeze at night was mixed with a damp smell, Luo Liuling's eyes looked into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate the sea and return to that continent.

On this piece of sea, at an unknown location, a ship was floating alone on the sea.

A young man in white stood at the bow of the boat and played the flute. Beside him were a few seabirds that came out to look for food at night, flapping their wings and dancing around him, as if they were infected by the sound of the young man in white.

His back is so bleak, so lonely, with the sadness of the night, blending with the night.

"It's so late, don't rest yet."

A man came over and patted Shui Qianjue on the shoulder, his tone was worried. They had been wandering in the sea for a few days, and they didn't know where they were drifting.

"I can't sleep, I'm wondering how the little girl is doing?"

Shui Qian never looked back, and looked straight at the sea. Under the moonlight, the sea shimmered, reflecting a strange beauty.

Shui Qianjue put down the jade flute, with a slightly sad tone in his tone.

The seabirds around him also quickly flew away, scattering a lot of white feathers.

The two stood on the deck of the boat and talked, but the sea water kept boiling like bubbling, as if something had come out of the deep sea.

"My God, look, there are so many schools of fish."

In the water, groups of fish surfaced, all kinds of fish gathered together in large numbers, as if silently warning something.