Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Right in front of you, suddenly there's a big truck!

Fast to unusual speeds, coming straight in their direction.

Seasonal dreams suddenly lost their voice and screamed: "Ah! Ah... what should we do? What are we going to do? I don't want to die...”

“Shut up!” Seasonal warmth blamed her.

Seasonal dreams have been frightened, screaming and screaming. There is no point in stopping. Both hands are grabbed on the seat belt and the already codified finger joints are white.

Seasonal warmth, which has already died once, can not be said to be fearless, but can still be dealt with intelligently.

More so, when she sat in front of her and controlled the steering wheel and the depth of the ink of their lives, she saw the serenity in his eyes, and the fear in her heart diminished a lot.

“Open the window.” Mo Jing suddenly commanded.

“Okay!”

Seasonal warming cooperated immediately, although it was not known what he meant by such a request in such a crisis.

She tried her hand a few times and looked up and said, “The door is locked, so are the windows! ”

Mo Jing first raised a cold eyebrow, and at the moment of impending collision with the truck, accompanied by a desperate cry in his season's dreams, suddenly quickly turned his head in the direction of the unstoppable coastline on the other side.

“No! If the door doesn't open, we'll drown--” Seasonal Dream hissed and cried, “No, I won't drown--”

But the speed was out of control, she couldn't even move her legs to get up, and the whole person stuck stiff on the seat, full of alarm.

“Be quiet!” Seasonal warmth turned her head and stared at her violently: “Do you want to get hit here by a truck in meat sauce, or run straight into the city center, killing yourself and crashing into innocent people again? ”

Fear has captured Seasonal Dream's reason: “Kill them and kill them! None of my business! We'll die if we rush into the sea like this! You're gonna die! ”

“If you scream again, I'll strangle you first!” Seasonal Warm Coldway.

When the voice dropped, she looked up at the depth of the ink that had driven the car into the sea, and the moment the body slammed hard into the sea, she raised a smile at him.

The car was controlled, the doors and windows were locked, too far from the wilderness's smoky suburbs, and the crowd traffic was either in front of the van or downtown. Even in this case, driving the car into the sea could be a dead end, but as long as the ink landscape was deep, she was not afraid.

At first, the seawater did not immerse very quickly, but the sooner it sank, the cooler the water gradually swept through their feet.

The body was no longer under control in the water, Ink raised his hand deep away from the steering wheel, his black eyes raised, and he saw the side of the mirror where Season Warm threw at him.

His heart seemed to have been hit hard by something. He stared into her eyes, but at the same time she suddenly reached out. A fierce death covered Seasonal Dream's mouth and still screamed.

Mojing laughed deeply.

The body is sinking indefinitely down at a terrible rate.

Cold and bitter sea water poured into the mouth and nose. Seasonal dreams finally couldn't shout anymore, but it was only when God woke up that he took off his stiletto heels under his feet and knocked on the windows with great closure.

Knowing that this method was futile and that the season warmth had not stopped her, she had some difficulty opening her eyes in the water and looking at the ink depth of her hand reaching for the pillow seat above the front passenger seat.

What's he doing?

The deeper the car sinks, the greater the pressure under the sea, even if the door is not locked, it cannot be opened, and the windows cannot be easily smashed with anything because of the water pressure.

But she heard online about an underwater way to save herself in the next few years!

Just like Ink Depth, pull out that little headrest above the passenger seat and you'll see two elongated metal rods below to secure the seat!

The windows can't be broken, but they can be broken with this! Break open and relieve the water pressure in the car to break open the window!

Seasonal Warm reaches out and pulls out the other side so he can pry open the window with him faster!

……

The car doesn't know how deep it's sinking and the suffocation is getting stronger.

Fortunately, Inkview broke open the window step by step. Seasonal Warm picked up the metal pole on the other side that had just been pulled out to smash the window, and the window gradually began to break!

Seasonal warmth was busy breaking the excess glass with her hands, just reaching over, but Mo Jingdeep pulled her apart, indicating with her eyes that she was knocking on the other side with those two metal bars.

Are you worried about her getting her hand cut?

Seasonal warmth understood, and of course didn't want to mess him up, so she cooperated well with him to open all the windows on both sides.

Seasonal warmth was blurred by suffocation when it finally got out of the car.

Mo Jing deeply saw that she had just almost exhausted her strength with suffocation, even though she was in imminent danger. He reached out and looked at her with his eyes, as if he was asking her if she could still swim.

Seasonal warmth nodded silently in his arms, then reached over his fingers and continued to nod his head, meaning he could swim.

Suddenly, the seasonal dream of drilling out the window behind him reached out and grabbed the warm ankle of the season, like they were afraid to throw it in the water and wait to die.

Mojing frowned deeply and his eyes became colder and deeper, and he looked at the seasonal dream.

Obviously, apart from the seasonal warmth he held in his arms, the lives and deaths of others had nothing to do with him.

The suffocation in front of Seasonal Warm's chest was too painful, and now she has no strength to kick her open. She can't think too much of it. Just ignore her. It is important to save her life first. Although her ankle has always been grabbed and her body weight has increased, it is good that she has been held in the depth of Mojing, and she has not been involved in constant sinking.

As she went upstream, the season warmed because the hand on her ankle was too tight, the feeling of raw pain made her unable to hold her mouth open, accidentally choked a sip of sea water, suddenly tightened all over her body, couldn't bear to cough up, she held on to the severe pain between her chest and lungs, her hands kept swinging upwards.

At last, he drilled out into the sea and couldn't help the warmth of the season. He coughed violently and his eyes were red.

This fatal feeling was so similar to the moment when she coughed up blood and suffocated in her previous life, she subconsciously grabbed Ink deep and held her arms between her waists, lifting her eyes to see the man constantly watching her deep eyes.

“Can you swim?” He whispered.

Seasonal warmth held on to the sound of coughing, nodded, and the sand muted, “It's okay, I'm still strong. ”

His deep eyes revealed a certain amount of worry and heartache.

“It's really all right! I can!” Seasons are warm and wet with firm eyes.

Mojing looked deeply into her eyes and smiled slightly: "Okay. ”