Witch, Open Your Eyes

Fang Daichuan stared at the sea in a daze.

How to do? He should have jumped on his hind foot to get Li Sinian. However, the truth is that at that moment, he was scared. The leg seemed to be filled with lead, and he missed the best opportunity.

How much of Li Sinian's sigh was to see my timidity and selfishness, and how much was the despair of my own life? Fang Daichuan stared blankly at the sea that swallowed Li Sinian's body. In the end, he still said, Fang Daichuan, you must live. But when he was completely saved, I hesitated to step forward.

"I'm really not a witch!" Niu Xinyan defended weakly, "Nannan, do you believe me?! I am not a witch!"

The little boy stared at Niu Xinyan suspiciously, his eyes dark.

Fang Daichuan's eyes were blurred. He thought of the **** and devil statue carved on the second floor of the villa, and at that moment he understood the meaning of the boss behind the scenes. Boss is not the goddess of justice, but the gods and demons behind the goddess. When one thought is open, one thought is closed, this is human nature.

"What do you want to see?" Fang Daichuan raised his face and looked at the moon in the sky, as if he had seen a pair of eyes in front of the monitor behind the moon, and those eyes were staring at them closely, like an experimenter observing ants fighting for food , "Is this your purpose? Watching humans kill each other and let everyone see their own despicableness?"

Tear open that moon, will you discover the real world behind the curtain? Fang Daichuan closed his eyes and let the rain take away his tears.

Li Sinian's voice kept echoing in his ears: "Live, Fang Daichuan, you must live."

However, he clearly saw another Li Sinian in front of his eyes, clutching his hand tightly, and said: "Save me, save me."

Everyone was shocked by this incident. Yang Song pointed to Niu Xinyan and cursed, "That bottle of antidote is so important?! You won't be able to save a living person who dies in front of you!"

Words punish the heart.

Fang Daichuan closed his eyes.

Fang Daichuan stood up with his head hanging down, the water drops rolling down his cheeks and hair tips, and he made a decision.

With thunder in the sky, Fang Daichuan got up calmly and exploded a bomb. He raised his finger, brightened the two potions in the palm of his hand, and said, "Don't make a noise, I am the real witch."

Yang Song suddenly turned his head to look at him, and the scene suddenly fell silent for these words.

The little boy noticed something in the palm of his hand, and he was about to pounce on it.

The other people present are all sisters. Fang Daichuan might hesitate to fight with them. What kind of psychological burden does he have to beat a crazy boy who doesn't know his true age and identity? Fang Daichuan kicked the child away and raised the syringe in the child's hand with a tiptoe.

"Don't fight!" Niu Xinyan screamed, squatting down to support the boy.

Fang Daichuan sneered, rolled on the spot, and picked up the syringe on the ground. Standing on the beach, his voice was sharp and unparalleled under the background of lightning: "Yang Song is right, this bottle of antidote is really so important? Li Sinian is dead, I would rather bury him with this bottle of antidote. And will never leave it to you."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at the reef cliff a few meters high, took a deep breath, gathered the courage to close his eyes and jump down.

He really didn't know what else happened on the shore that night. The moment his body was shot into the water, his brain was blank, and the cold water instantly filled the gaps in his clothes. The sharp corner of the reef hurt his forehead, and the sting of the sea caused pain. He couldn't see the direction in the darkness, and he didn't know where Li Sinian fell. Only the dim lighthouse in the distance gave him a halo, letting him know which side was sea level.

Holding his breath, he dived deeply in the direction opposite to the light, still holding the medicine bottle and needle tightly in his hand.

The sea was groggy, time and space seemed to freeze, sand and gravel were mixed in the snake-like water and grass, Fang Daichuan's lungs were almost exploded.

Humans’ fear of the ocean may be engraved in their genes. Fang Daichuan jumped down enough, and after he threw himself into the water, he gave birth to endless fear. He didn't really want to be buried with Li Sinian—nor was he so stupid. In order to leave him the hope of surviving, Li Sinian was going to die, so why should he give him a head for nothing?

He came to save Li Sinian, and he couldn't stand this kind of act of giving the other person a life in vain. He thought very simply. Since he is 100% sure that the other party is a good person, there is a chance, why not use it? The antidote is just such a bottle, and what to do with it will change later. However, Li Sinian didn't give him any room to cooperate, saying that he would jump into the sea, which was more decisive than a wolf knife.

You are so **** cruel, Fang Daichuan suffocated his last breath and tried to open his eyes wide, spitting at Li Sinian loudly in his heart, completely forgetting that he had marked the opponent as a wolf first.

He stubbornly looked for Li Sinian's figure that might appear in the water plants.

He quickly felt that something was wrong, and the waterweed was pulled by two strong forces, and for a while it swooped in his direction, and then pulled it in the opposite direction. One force is the tide, what is the opposite force? Before Fang Daichuan could react, he was sucked into the reef group by the suction of the heart of the earth. The aquatic snake usually slapped him on the face, he was slapped on the reef with a bang, and the last breath in his mouth was spit out.

Seaweed and fishy water poured into his body along his nose and throat. He twitched his limbs and looked up at the distant sea. Time seemed to have passed a century, but he felt that time seemed to have frozen. "I'm afraid it's not going to die," the froth on his face obscured Fang Daichuan's vision, he thought about it, "it is said that before death, time freezes, and the process of death is lengthened indefinitely. It is too cruel."

He threw his arms twice in vain, desperately grabbing a lock of slippery waterweeds, and then thought, if time freezes, it would be fine. If this struggle lasts for more than ten minutes, Li Sinian's situation is almost Must die.

Unexpectedly, I wanted to rescue and tie a round, but in the end I gave someone a head for nothing. Fang Daichuan swallowed a few large salivas, smiled bitterly in despair, and asked himself whether he regretted.

--regret. If it’s good to stay ashore, how good it is to survive, so many things have not been done, so many fun places have not been visited, and although there are not many **** fans with stable quality waiting for him to return, acting and playing kung fu. His parents have only one child, Deng Ge, and Xiao Zhou, Xiao Huadan, a popular company in the company, who smiles politely at him every time they meet.

It's good to survive.

However, regrets are not allowed for many things, and many things cannot be violated.

Some things are destined to be more important than fate.

The precarious water plants, the icy water, two diametrically opposite undercurrents, hopeless despair.

Fang Daichuan smiled bitterly, and finally exhausted his last breath. His limbs spasm, his body is getting heavier and heavier, two completely different forces are tearing at him, as if to tear him apart.

However, at the moment when he was swept away by the undercurrent, Fang Daichuan's wrist suddenly hurt.

In the darkness, something gripped his hand tightly.

The lips were cold, and then hot again, and he came over gently in one breath. He held the medicine in one hand and held the man's hand tightly in the other. The corners of his eyes were hot, and two waters that were completely different from the sea water poured out. Beads.