The End Of The World

Chapter 113

Chapter 113

    The yacht is not too far from the shore, floating on the sea, moving up and down with the undulating waves.

    Everyone sat on the deck and watched the last rays of the sun go down.

    There was not much distress and melancholy on their faces, because they knew that the sun would rise again tomorrow.

    "You said, if it rains someday, will there be water in the yacht?"

    Shi Yu asked.

    "When the water accumulates, drive directly to the pier and return to the car to make the transition."

    Chen Shuwang emptied his head. He didn't want to think about anything at this time, and he didn't say whether Shi Yu's question would be crow's mouth. ground" entry mode.

    "Then what if someone wants to snatch our yacht while we're on the shore?"

    Chen Shuwang still dragged his tone: "Advise him to put down the butcher's knife and look at the boats next to him. There's a whole row, there's no need to snatch it."

    Shi Yu: "What about grabbing food?"

    Ye Lan couldn't help turning her head back: "You're almost the same kid, do you think we are all dead? Standing out in a row is enough to scare people, and you have caught up with half the army."

    But Li Lizhou said thoughtfully: "If you want to grab food... Actually, it seems to be persuasive. Isn't it possible to go fishing in the daytime or something, and let them pick up seafood by themselves." Liu Mingfan: "Hey, pick up conch." Shi Yu

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    " Picking up conch."

    Chen Shuwang: "Hey...Ji Shiling, why are you kicking me!"

    Ni Xinyue looked towards the sea and did not participate in everyone's conversation.

    But with his arms propped on the guardrail, he hid the smile at the corner of his mouth into his palms.

    The sound of the windy engine approached, Jiang Qishan came back from a lap of the sea motorcycle, leaving a golden water mark where he galloped.

    Her hair was fried in a circle, but her whole person was very high-spirited.

    "Quick, give me a hand."

    Jiang Qishan firmly attached the motorboat to the side of the yacht and stopped.

    Chen Shuwang and Shi Yu, who were lying on the deck, sat up and looked at Jiang Qishan below through the guardrail.

    Chen Shuwang couldn't be happier: "Where did you do the washing, cutting and blowing? It's a bit individual."

    Jiang Qishan originally had a lot of hair, and when the wind blew, all the new hairs stood up.

    She moved her hand back indifferently: "I can't help it, my husband in the sea is too enthusiastic."

    She was unrestrained for a while, and the next second she was so cold that she shrank her fingers into her sleeve: "Okay, hurry up!" Try to get me up, half of my trousers are wet, and I will be a paraplegic if I freeze again." Before

    Chen Shuwang could straighten up and move, Ni Xinyue had already put a long rope down. One end is tied to the handrail of the yacht, and the other end is tied to the handle of the motorboat by Jiang Qishan.

    Lou Jinping did not know where to press the button, and a pedal surface extended from the side of the yacht.

    Jiang Qishan stepped on the pedal two or three times, and fell into the guardrail.