Chapter 272 — Before Death
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With a splash, the two of them hit the water. Shen Yushu had still been yelling at the top of her lungs, and for a moment she did not register that seawater was already pouring into her mouth.
"Glub, glub..." Bubbles began to rise from Shen Yushu's mouth.
Wei Zhao wanted to reach out and cover her mouth, to make her stop shouting. If she kept it up, she really would drown. But his arms were pinned fast by Shen Yushu's embrace, wrapped around him like an octopus, leaving him unable to move.
In desperation, Wei Zhao could only press his mouth to Shen Yushu's, sealing her lips and keeping more seawater from pouring in.
Shen Yushu had already been dazed, so when the seawater flooded her mouth she had not even felt it. Now, though, kissed by Wei Zhao, she felt it. She stared wide-eyed, wanting to see him, but in the seawater she could not open her eyes. Ai...
Oh... Was this Brother Arrow granting her wish before she died? Just now she had said she had never been in love, never had a boyfriend, never kissed anyone, and now she was going to die... And now, Brother Arrow had kissed her.
Shen Yushu felt her face burning. Mm, so did that make Brother Arrow her boyfriend? It should count, right? They had already confessed to each other... Shen Yushu consoled herself. If that was so, then dying was dying. To die together with Brother Arrow in love, no matter how you looked at it, her life had not been lived in vain... Wei Zhao wanted to break free of the arms Shen Yushu had wrapped around him. The current was already somewhat swift, their waists and feet were bound together by the cord, and he had Shen Yushu hanging off him besides. There was simply no way for him to swim.
In that brief moment, the seawater swept the two of them far away.
It took no small effort for Wei Zhao to surface with Shen Yushu in his arms, and by then there was nothing but open water in every direction.
"Phew..." Wei Zhao lifted his mouth from Shen Yushu's and drew a deep breath. Thank goodness he could hold his breath underwater for a long time, or he would already be dead.
And Shen Yushu, in his arms, had already fainted.
Wei Zhao reached down to his shoe and drew out a razor blade, cutting the cord that bound their ankles together. As for the cord around their waists, he left it alone, lashing Shen Yushu to his own body so that he could carry her with a bit more safety.
The blade in his shoe was Wei Zhao's trump card. He had used it once before to blow out the tires on two yellow-rank experts of Li Cihua's, and little had he expected to use it again so soon.
He slipped the blade back into his shoe, narrowed his eyes, and studied the sun in the sky to judge his position. After a moment, Wei Zhao drew a deep breath and swam off toward his front left, carrying Shen Yushu with him.
Swimming while carrying another person is an exhausting business, but ever since Wei Zhao had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Resting Art, he no longer felt fatigue. One silent recitation of the mental formula and his spirit was at once brimming again.
The pressing matter now was to find some place to make landfall and drain the water from Shen Yushu's stomach. If too much time passed, her life would be in danger.
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