Indulge in the last 10000 days: the corpse king strongly spoils his wife

No response, no response at all.

Xiahou Huan'er stretched out trembling fingers to probe his breath, his face turned pale suddenly, his heartbeat almost stopped, he was not breathing, no breath.

"Dongfang Xing, wake up, don't scare me." Xiahou Huan'er slapped his face vigorously with her palm, so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a fishing boat appeared in front of her eyes. The fisherman who was fishing on the boat found them and immediately drove the fishing boat over.

The fisherman looked quite simple, not like a bad guy, she immediately dragged Dongfang Xing onto the boat.

Laying him flat on the deck, she gave him mouth-to-mouth respiration.

The fisherman returned to the cabin, took out an instrument, put it beside Dongfang Xing, and said, "Miss, use this."

Xiahou Huan'er knelt aside and was frightened and trying to give Dongfang Xing artificial respiration. He didn't respond for a moment, and he was already in a state of confusion. Seeing him take out the stuff he hadn't seen before, he immediately asked: "What is this?" What is it?"

"This is a life preserver, specially designed to save drowning people." The fisherman explained.

When Xiahou Huaner heard the words, his eyes immediately flashed a light of surprise, and he said quickly, "Uncle, save him quickly."

This is a high-tech product of the 26th century, and he must be able to save him.

The fisherman immediately started to rescue him with the life preserver. His movements were neat and familiar. It is estimated that he would often rescue drowning people in his job.

Xiahou Huan'er held Dongfang Xing's wrist tightly, and shouted anxiously: "Dongfang Xing, wake me up quickly, wake up quickly, don't scare me, I can't help being scared." Looking at the fisherman, he asked, "Uncle, how is he doing?"

The fisherman's face was a little solemn, looking at the deck gradually stained red with blood, he shook his head and said, "He didn't drown, he died of serious injuries."

Xiahou Huan'er took a breath, her face turned ashen, and only then did she realize that the deck was gradually stained red by the blood oozing from his body. She was shocked, her heart ached like a knife, she bit her trembling lips, and stretched out her hand to cut him. Turning his head around, seeing the unsightly scene on his back, his eyes widened suddenly.

Shocked, angry, heavy, sad...

All sorts of complex emotions mingled and stirred in her chest.

Even the fisherman gasped when he saw it, exclaiming, "It's so cruel."

His back was bloody and covered with countless bullets.

He's been blasted in the back, and has taken so many bullets.

is he dead

The fisherman shook his head and sighed: "Miss, by the way, my condolences."

Xiahou Huan'er slowly raised her head, those black cat eyes reflected a gloomy and frightening cold light, and said sharply, "My condolences? Why are you mourning?"

The fisherman was stunned by her sharp eyes. He pointed at Dongfang Xing and murmured: "Miss, you also saw that he was seriously injured and passed away."

Wuming was on fire, and Xiahou Huan'er slapped the deck with her palm, causing the fishing boat to shake suddenly. She didn't care, and roared angrily, "You fucking died. If you keep talking again, I'll shoot you dead."

The simple fisherman was yelled at by her, his face was slightly livid, but thinking that she was too sad, he decided not to bother with her.

Xiahou Huan'er's eyes were already red, and she continued to shout: "Medicine box, give me the medicine box, go quickly."

People are already dead, so why do you need a medicine box?

The fisherman thought she was sad and over-stimulated, and didn't push her back. He turned back to the cabin and took out the medicine box.