Ugly Girl Picking a Husband

Chapter 138 Death is coming
Mu Jing held Mu Xin's arm tightly, the captain supported Huai Rou'er, the first mate was with the sailors, Lan Yan hugged Mu Xiaoxiao...

When the waves sweep over, I'm afraid everything will be turned upside down...

"The giant man is about to finish turning over." Lan Yan said calmly.

Everyone has heard it, and they'd rather not have heard it.

Does the completion of this turning action mean that a stormy sea is about to engulf the Icebreaker, and everyone's death is in sight...

Mu Xiaoxiao really wanted to say to everyone: Don't give up.But these four words are so pale at this time!
Not even the least comfort!

In the end, Mu Xiaoxiao chose to remain silent.

The stormy waves hit like a storm, getting closer...

Here we come, here we come... I don't know who is whispering, but the sound is drowned out by the surging waves...

At this time, the ship suddenly sank...

straight down...

Everyone instinctively took a breath...

The hull sank, and the waves rolled in... everything happened in an instant.

Mu Xin wanted to say something to Mu Xiaoxiao, but he had no chance...

After a while, the stormy waves rolled by, and the ship was brought to the bottom of the sea by an unknown force...

A man floating on the bottom of the sea... just holding on to the mast to keep himself from getting out of the hull.

The boat is floating too... a hurricane is rising on the bottom of the sea...

Fortunately, the Mu Kingdom is good at building wooden utensils. Although the boat did not use a single nail, it was very strong and was not broken by the stormy waves and hurricanes.

This hull has become the only amulet for everyone temporarily.

The hurricane is getting stronger and stronger, and an undercurrent has formed on the bottom of the sea, and the hurricane is blowing the undercurrent...

coming surging...

A huge undercurrent pushed the Icebreaker to move in an unknown direction so fast that even the people on board didn't have time to think about it.

Holding on to the mast desperately, using the breath in his mouth sparingly, bumping up and down, left and right...

Death greeted them in this cruel way...

Time seems to have stopped, every second is as difficult as a century, the food in the stomach keeps tumbling, and I dare not spit it out, because if I spit it out, the breath will be gone...

(End of this chapter)