UGB Chapter 55
Chapter 55
At this moment Ding Feng thought a lot.
He thought, Chu Liuxiang and the others must already know that "Ding Feng" is under Bat Boy; Hua Zhenzhen also knows very well that Ding Feng is under Yuan Suiyun; if he boards the boat now, he will definitely be exposed...
He just wants to drag Hua Zhenzhen to die in the sea together!
But before he could act, Yuan Suiyun grabbed his sleeve.
"Sit still, Yuan Ying?" Yuan Suiyun said slowly but clearly.
Ding Feng was taken aback, and then he remembered that he had been easy-going during the time when he returned to Yuan Suiyun's side.And Hua Zhenzhen didn't know his name.
Because at that time they thought it was possible to lure Chu Liuxiang and the others to board the boat, Ding Feng and Yuan Suiyun changed their faces after the round.But in a moment of panic, I forgot.
"I'm fine, young master." Yuan Ying... Yuan Suiyun's shadow.Ding Feng silently read the name in his heart, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
While they were communicating secretly, Chu Liuxiang was already standing on the bow of the boat: "Friends below, don't panic, I will pull you up with a rope!" Pull the one they came up with?
At this time, Yan Qingping and Fang Siming were already rushing to Bat Island.
There is no water and food on the boat, there are only two people, so it is extra light.Although neither Yan Qingping nor Fang Siming knew how to row a boat, they couldn't stand their deep internal energy. In addition, Yan Qingping still had a lot of medicines to replenish internal energy in his backpack.
At their speed, they could reach Bat Island before dark.He could arrive at least one night earlier than Yuan Suiyun and the others.
After all, they still have to wrestle with each other, and the path they are walking is also a blind man's groping, and it will never be faster than their side walking in a straight line.
Yan Qingping actually feels... a little romantic now.
It's very romantic for two people to row a boat side by side.Although Fang Siming is rowing now.
Yan Qing lay on the deck of the boat and thought.
Fang Siming asked him softly: "But are you sleepy? Go to sleep."
Yan Qingping clicked his lips: "I want a sweet dream, Brother Siming."
Fang Siming sighed: "Why do you want beautiful dreams? That's all right, you can go to sleep, you can dream what you want to see the most."
With Fang Siming's promise, Yan Qingping really went to sleep happily.
Consciousness gradually sinks.When I woke up again, I was already in a dream.
Then he was caught off guard by the sudden attack.
By the side of the small village in the Central Plains, Fang Siming looked at him quietly: "If I were the young master of Wansheng Pavilion..."
"you,
Will it kill me? "
Yan Qingping: "..."
This is different from what you said, Brother Siming!
Fang Siming on the opposite side looked at him quietly, as if waiting for a trial.
At this moment, Yan Qingping displayed the intuition of a dog.
He gave the most harmless, gentlest smile he could ever show.
He said: "Fang Siming, I care about you, and it has nothing to do with who you are. It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, or grievances or grievances. In other words, I care about you just because you are you."
It's just a dream.
Yan Qingping said softly to himself.
"If you are really the young master of Wansheng Pavilion..." he said slowly.Fang Siming's golden pupil on the opposite side stared at him quietly.
"I will love you dearly." Yan Qingping took a step forward and hugged the startled man tightly.
The body temperature was lower than normal, and everything seemed to be real.
The sense of weightlessness came suddenly.The feeling of embracing this person also disappeared, the scene in front of him suddenly dissipated, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a blue sky in front of him.
"Are you awake?" Fang Siming was still sitting where he was, paddling the oars from time to time—all driven by internal force.
"You only slept for a quarter of an hour." He turned his head and looked at Yan Qingping quietly, "Did you dream what you wanted to dream about?"
"...Ah, it's a dream." Yan Qingping sat up, Fang Siming showed a gentle smile.
"Brother Siming..."
"Huh?" Fang Siming raised his eyebrows.
Yan Qingping leaned forward and hugged him into his arms.
Fang Siming's paddle stopped abruptly.It happened that there was a wave, and the boat was spinning in the sea, but the two people on the boat didn't care.
"Fang Siming, if you are the young master of Wansheng Pavilion, then I will feel sorry for you." Yan Qingping whispered in his ear, "Then I will give you a hug."
"This sentence... I owe you."
Fang Siming froze for a moment, then relaxed, and let out an inexplicable "hmm".
"Okay, stop hugging, go rowing." After a while, Fang Siming pushed the person away.
Yan Qingping said "Oh", and honestly took over the oars and rowed.
Of course he can't, rowing doesn't rely on oars, it all depends on... cough, internal strength.
Fang Siming saw that he really went rowing honestly, so he was speechless.
It's really... dull.
He was so naive to think that the little idiot would confess.
But a dream that he doesn't know what it is can enlighten him like this... Do you want to secretly let him do a few more?
Fang Siming began to think about it.
And Yan Qingping was actually thinking about this too.
Hmm... If there are more such dreams, he will have a chance to practice his confession. Do you want brother Siming to give him some more?
Yan Qingping began to think about it.
The sun was setting.The outline of Bat Island has appeared in the field of vision.The two looked at each other and stopped their thoughts.
Never mind him, let's talk after beating Yuan Suiyun.
The Bat Island is different from the one in the game. The island is extremely barren, with jagged rocks and no grass.
There was only one dark cave, which opened its mouth ferociously like a life-swallowing beast.
A steel cable leads deep into the cave, with a hanging basket on it.
Yan Qingping frowned.His minimap didn't work, and the screen went black.
"Brother Siming, how do you get in?"
"Follow me closely, don't startle the snake." Fang Siming squinted his eyes, and there was a faint stream of light in his golden pupils.In a sense, darkness is also his home field—although his field of vision is much smaller than that under light, he can indeed have night vision.
Fang Siming, dressed as an autistic boy, jumped onto the tightrope lightly.Seeing this, Yan Qingping quickly followed.
It felt... amazing.
The cave was pitch black, Yan Qingping couldn't see anything, he didn't know where to go next, and he didn't know what was around.The only thing he could feel was the trembling steel cable under his feet, and Fang Siming's deliberately unrestrained breathing in front of him.
Yan Qingping could only take each step with an equal distance according to the vibration frequency of the steel cable.Every time the cable trembled, Fang Siming took a step.Yan Qingping counted silently in his heart—one, two... 58, 59...
In the original book, Jin Lingzhi said that she counted 79 times on the zipline before reaching her destination.
Now, when he took three steps of No.80, Fang Siming suddenly stopped.
"Next step, jump to the left." Fang Siming forced his voice into a line, and it reached Yan Qingping's ears.
The wire rope shook more than before.
Yan Qingping remained calm and took the last step.Fang Siming didn't say how far the jump was, or what the destination was like.After the long steel cable just now, darkness and silence have begun to erode Yan Qingping's mind.
Don't trust him...you can go by yourself...
The corners of Yan Qingping's lips hooked suddenly, and with a tap of his toes, he jumped down to the left.
The air forms a wind around the ear, and the feeling of weightlessness envelops the whole body.Just when the leap was over and Yan Qingping began to fall downward——
A strong arm suddenly grabbed his thin waist.
Fang Siming pulled Yan Qingping into his arms.The feet also touched the solid ground.In the darkness, he could only see Fang Siming's faintly shining golden pupils.
Before Fang Siming put him down, he hugged Fang Siming first, and there was a smile in his eyes where no one saw him.
Fang Siming, I am willing to entrust my life to you.
I know that you will never let me down.
The author has something to say: Today is even earlier!
Don't write small theater anymore, give me a three-line book.
Asahi
朗月
Fang Siming