The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 12:

The thick red velvet padded jacket was full of water, and turned into a heavy iron block, which was tightly bound to Ji Zheng's limbs, leading him to sink deeper and deeper.

Ji Zheng was originally someone who knew water, but at this moment it was difficult for him to swim. His mind was numb and his limbs were frozen. He could only feel his body temperature being deprived a little bit, and a little bit of being melted into ice-cold river water. part.

The cold water squeezed every trace of air out of his body, leaving him only the suffocation that swept through the sky.

In the middle of the night, the river under the ice surface is completely dark, and it is impossible to distinguish the direction and the world.

Still completely silent, so silent that only his own heartbeat remained, beside his ears, faintly, thump, thump. It seems that soon, even the only sound will disappear.

Cold and painful, scared and lonely.

I couldn't cry, and the light in my eyes was fading a little bit.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Ji Chaoming!"

Where, someone is calling for something.

Holy? Ji Chaoming? Who is that...

Ji Zheng's consciousness is too weak, he doesn't remember the saint, let alone Ji Chaoming.

Until there was a very low voice, "Zhengzheng..."

Ji Zheng abruptly opened his eyes a little, stunned for a while, then fluttered his limbs, against the cold, against the current that was about to drag him into the abyss.

"I'm here..." The ice mixed with water rushed towards his lungs, and there was nothing but a dead silence.

Xuan Qian suddenly looked at Ming Ciyue, "Zhengzheng... Who is that?"

It was too late for Ming Ci to explain to him, and he continued to call out "Sacred Lord", "Ji Chaoming" and "Zheng Zheng" alternately in vain.

The hallucinations of "Uncle Huang" that seemed to have come from his heart just disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

Only the pain was real, he was almost kneeling on the floating ice, clutching at his heart, moving inch by inch to find the little emperor.

Pa-ta, pa-ta, cold sweat dripped along his temples and fell on top of the ice.

The ice surface has been cracked into countless petals, and each gap is enough to swallow a thin boy, it is like looking for a special drop of water in the vast sea.

It was dark and thick ice blocked most of the light. Xuan Qian has dived countless times, surfaced countless times to take a breath, and exchanged disappointing glances with Ming Ci Yue countless times.

The more difficult it was for Ming Ci to spit out the words between his teeth: "I'll call the guards over there to find them together."

Xuan Qian grabbed him and motioned him to look up at the bridge not far away. Under the gloomy moonlight, a white stone lion head on the railing seemed to be missing a small horn.

"I'm afraid I can't call anyone else for the time being."

Ming Ci's eyes sank instantly, "How to find it, then how to find it!"

Xuan Qian said: "Your Highness stay on the ice and pay more attention to your health, and the poor monk will follow the lion's head to the crack..."

Xuan Qian's voice gradually blurred in his ears again, this time only the sound of his heartbeat, very soft, mixed in the cold wind whistling in his ears, you might miss it if you don't pay attention.