Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

This is a soft tune, cadenced, as if people from afar are whispering

There is still a misty mist on the lake. Under the cover of the night, even the water is dark black, the moonlight shines dimly, and there are short trees on both sides

Those manic crocodiles seemed to calm down for a moment, floating on the water, without any appearance of rushing to eat

The tune is still going on, but this song makes people panic, and there is a kind of breathless depression

Ye Qingcheng stood at the stern of the ship, his heart jumping suddenly. Dongfang Shijin stood in front, still holding a gun in his hand.

The air seemed to be clear for a moment. It was so quiet that there was no noise. Only the melodious flute came from near and far

The horse's eyes stared closely at the trees on both sides and cast through the gap between the height of the trees. He saw a man walking inside. He couldn't see how tall he was, or whether he was male or female. He could only see a black shadow there, wearing a long wizard's robe and a pointed hat, covering everything on his body

Even his face was buried in the dark shadow. We could only see that he was holding a wooden flute in his hand and blowing it slightly on his mouth, and then a clear voice came out through the flute

He walked along the position of about 3 meters inside the bank. His steps were very calm. He just played the flute quietly without any reaction. He seemed to be a puppet, but his hands were obviously white. It really made his heart more hairy

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously stood up and slowly walked towards the Oriental world brocade and the horse, more or less able to have a little sense of security

Those crocodiles seemed to be stupid for a moment, floating in the water, forgetting the attack and the ferocity just now

The fishy smell of crocodiles floated from the lake, mixed with a little bloody gas, which made people sick

The sound of the flute suddenly became depressed, as if it were a depressed music with no vitality. Then the crocodiles suddenly climbed quietly and slowly towards the shore. The crocodiles were very long, about 2 meters. They climbed onto the shore, leaving wet water marks all the way

"Chulala -"

"Chulala -"

"Chulala -"

The crocodiles got into the trees on the bank, and then the trees and grass made a hula

The flute player seemed to have completed his mission. While playing the flute, he walked towards the inside. No one could see what he looked like. Whether he was a man or a woman, he could only see the dark shadow walking away slowly, as if he had entered the deep mountain forest

The sound of the flute gradually drifted away, and occasionally came a faint sound

It's very quiet around. For a while, you can hear the sound of water

It seems that the crocodile war just now is just a fantasy

It never happened.

It's very quiet.

Dongfang Shijin tightly held Ye Qingcheng's hand, which was also cold. Of course, ye Qingcheng noticed it and subconsciously held the hand of Dongfang Shijin——

Just now, even Dongfang Shijin thought they would die here. After all, so many crocodiles can't even count,