Rescue

His voice was sad and almost choked. Yang Lan couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently pressed it on his hand. Zhou Lanming looked at her gratefully, then looked at the sea. He whispered: "Yang Lan, the third prince must not be able to survive."

Yang Lan's hand trembled. She didn't have a good impression of the Third Highness, but it was not bad. Although he forced her to marry him, he was also gentle to her, a kind of domineering gentleness.

For a moment, a trace of confusion appeared on Yang Lan's face. She turned to Zhou Lanming and heard him say softly: "Yang Lan, the third prince's people are really good! He has always been very nice to me. After I came out of the sect, he became his subordinate. He has always trusted me very much. In his eyes, I am not his subordinate, but his younger brother and his relative."

He looked at Yang Lan with tears in his eyes and said softly: "But, I abandoned him when he needed it most!" He lowered his head, covered his face and said choked: "But, if you choose again, I will choose to come to you, Yang Lan! His identity is special, and Chang Lin and others will never let him leave here. I can't save him. You are different, you are different, I can save you, and I can hand you over to Chang Lin, and I can help you easily. I can't help him."

His voice was getting lower and lower. It would be better to say that it was for Yang Lan to see it, but it was for him to hear it himself.

Yang Lan looked at the tears and kept falling down his palms. She felt sad. For some reason, thinking that the Third Highness was so domineering and arrogant, she might have struggled to die in it with anger and unwillingness.

He reached out to caress Zhou Lanming's face last year, and her little hand wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Maybe it was Yang Lan's gentleness, or it could be a kind of long-lasting attachment and pain. Zhou Lanming suddenly hugged Yang Lan tightly, put his head on her knees, and burst into tears. His crying was loud and loud, and he choked.

Neither rowed the boat, and the slurry was placed aside, and the two let the boat float freely.

The crying and the whimpering sound of the sea water combined, Yanglan looked at the island through her tears, looking at an island that became a volcano and a sea of ​​smoke.

Suddenly, her heart felt a pain, an inexplicable pain that could not be described in words!

The explosion sounded for one night, and the fire on the island burned for one night. Yang Lan and the others cried in great pain, and cried so hard that the sky was dim and the earth was dark. Later, they fell asleep.

When they woke up again, it was already the next morning. The sun rose from the seaside, and the golden sun shone with the sea water. Yang Lan wiped her eyes and looked up at Zhou Lanming.

Zhou Lanming stood at the bow of the boat, Mumu was motionless. The baby's face was full of loneliness and pain. The boat was still drifting freely, neither in Yang Lan's heart nor in Zhou Lanming's heart, he did not expect to row the boat to sail to the shore.

It is not far from the island, with great vision, and you can see the black smoke and flames in the sky. Just on the sea, there are corpses floating everywhere. These corpses have one thing in common, that is, they are all dressed in black.

The corpses in black seemed to be countless, and the ships floated all the way, completely turning among the corpses. Of course, there were many people still alive. They were lying in the sea, some leaning against wooden boards, and some holding branches. They were wearing black clothes without exception.

When these people saw Yang Lan and the other two, they waved their hands and shouted loudly, begging for rescue hoarseness. However, both of them looked blind. Along the way, there were not eighty people calling for help from them, and there were one hundred people. Their boat was small and they could not save so many people. Besides, these people could not distinguish between enemies and friends.

The boat was still drifting slowly, and Zhou Lanming stood at the bow of the boat for an hour, and even his movements did not change. He was like a piece of wood, staring blankly at the horizon.

I don’t know how long it took until Yang Lan exclaimed: “Hey, this person is not a man in black!”

Almost at the same time, the two of them looked at the beach, holding a wooden board. The man leaned beside him and couldn't see his face clearly. He lay motionlessly on a wooden board, floating, not knowing whether it was death or alive.

Zhou Lanming squatted down, slashed his double pulp, and moved it to the man. After a while, the two of them came to the man's side. Yang Lan reached out to pull the hair on the man's face, revealing a familiar face.

"Zhu Neng?" "Impossible, why is he here?" Zhou Lanming and Yang Lan screamed at the same time. The two glanced at him and moved closer to him.

At this moment, Zhu Neng opened his eyes. He saw Yang Lan at a glance, grinned. Zhu Neng pulled the corner of his cracked mouth and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect that if someone like me went to hell, you actually got here too."

Yang Lan blinked her eyes, looking confused. However, Zhou Lanming said coldly from the side: "Zhu Neng, you are not dead!"

He was familiar with Zhu Neng. At this moment, his heart moved and thought that the Third Highness was dead. Zhu Neng, who was of the same blood as him, might help the Third Highness fulfill his wish.

However, this thought was just a stroke and was immediately replaced by doubt and uneasiness. He leaned out his hand and lifted Zhu Neng up and placed it on the boat. Seeing that his lips were chapped, he took out some water from the water bag on one side and fed it into his mouth.

Yang Lan also came over and looked at Zhu Neng with concern.

Zhu Neng drank water in big mouthfuls. After a while, his mind slowly recovered. He looked at Yang Lan, then at Zhou Lanming, and asked softly: "Are you the only two of you? Where are the others?"

Before they could reply, he turned to look at the island. It was at least fifty or sixty miles away from the island. All he could see was the faint light of fire and ashes, and the fireworks all over the sky, which made his eyes shine.

After watching for a long time, Zhu Neng suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed loudly and was also crazy! He laughed while coughing. In the surprised eyes of the two, he choked intermittently and said, "So this is the result! So this is the result! Zhu Neng, Zhu Neng, you have plotted so much and prepared so much, but they have made wedding clothes for Chang Lin! Hahaha, Uncle Third and Uncle Third, I must have not expected it? You actually ended like this, and this end was given by me!"

As soon as he said the last sentence, Zhou Lanming's face turned pale. He looked at Zhu Neng without blinking, staring at him coldly, and said word by word: "Zhu Neng, what does your last sentence mean? Say it again, what does it mean because of you?"
Chapter completed!