Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Jing Jiaren's mind was in a daze, and Ximen Longting's arms wrapped around her like iron.

Her ears were filled with the squall, the screams that also floated near her.

Ximen Longting pressed against her earlobe: "Jing Jiaren, listen, we have less than 5 minutes. Will you hold your breath?"

Jing Jiaren nodded chaotically.

Ximen Longting touched his trouser pocket, the bottle of wine was still there, he bit off the cork with his teeth, and poured it into her lips.

Jing Jiaren was forced to drink half of the bottle, swallowing it from her throat in an instant like a ball of fire.

My stomach is on fire...

Soon, the fire moved through her body, as if soaking through all limbs.

Ximen Longting still needs to drink the second half of the bottle. Jing Jiaren regained her senses and stopped talking: "Enough! Drink the rest!"

Ximen Longting didn't have time to refuse, and gulped it down.

They've just been thrown a little farther out... on the outskirts of the hurricane.

Looking at the raging hurricane in front of me, it was like opening the gates of hell.

"Ready?"

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and nodded vigorously.

The fire in this bottle of wine restored a lot of strength to her body, her hands were no longer stiff and paralyzed, and her mind was able to think.

The whole person's will to survive is much stronger.

Ximen Longting counted the time, pressed her body, and at the same time held his breath and went downstream.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide and saw that there were many people at the bottom of the water who would not be able to put on life jackets in the future...

There are also things that fell from the overturned boat, broken crystal lamps, beds, and chairs.

Those luxurious items are scattered around, as if entering a particularly strange world.

Suddenly Jing Jiaren's feet were grabbed by a pair of hands.

Jing Jiaren kicked her legs vigorously, blowing air bubbles from her puffed lips.

She was in a panic, a kind of time panic.

Their lives seemed to be imprisoned by a clock, counting down the time.

Click, click, click...

The sound of walking every second is extremely clear.

Ximen Longting's eyes turned cold, and he pulled out a gun from his waist... Before he could hit it, another huge wave came~ Jing Jiaren felt that his hand was breaking away from Ximen Longting...

She stretched out her hand vigorously, watching helplessly as her body was sucked away by a swirling current.

Ximen Longting...

Seeing Jing Jiaren being swept away, Ximen Longting swam towards her, and suddenly grabbed his arm with a hand.

Ximen Longting's recovery was to hit it with one shot.

Wilson's face appeared before the muzzle, gesturing downward.

Ximen Longting took a deep look and saw that Gong Zihua's planes and submarines were wandering away at the foot...

One after another, the planes lined up and were swept away by the hurricane one after another.

Wilson dragged Ximen Longting's arm down——

Ximen Longting kicked his arms vigorously, Jing Jiaren was swept away on it, so he naturally wanted to find her woman.

Wilson also took out a gun from his waist, a very long gun with a suction cup-like muzzle.

He aimed a shot at one of the planes below...

The huge momentum broke through the resistance in the sea water, shot to the wing, and sucked it in firmly.

Wilson tightly looped the end of the pistol around Simon Longting's waist.

This sucker gun was ordered by Ximen Longting before approaching the yacht... In addition, he also brought some other survival tools, which happened to come in handy.

Ximen Longting's arm slammed into Wilson's chest, trying to break free from the string around his waist.