"Do you have something like a hairpin? I don't think you have it on your head." Zhao Changhe suddenly asked.

"Yes, I have it in my bag." Cui Yuanyang didn't know what he used for, so he took out a golden hairpin from the small package in his arms: "Is this OK?"

It's indeed a woman's bag, both worlds are the same. Looking small, it's like Doraemon's pocket.

"Yes." Zhao Changhe grabbed the hairpin, slashed the pointed head with a steel knife, and quickly got out of the cabin. After thinking about it, he felt that the heavy steel knife was not convenient underwater, so he stayed on the boat and took the thin knife for picking fish, inserted it on the belt, and pierced it into the water.

Cui Yuanyang hurried to control the ship, and only then did he see the scene Zhao Changhe said. There were indeed many ships approaching behind him. The originally peaceful river surface had an inexplicable sense of oppression like a water battle. It was indeed abnormal no matter how you look at it.

Several of the ships were still very close and seemed to be about to enter the range of the arrow.

Not to mention whether the fish is poisonous or not, even if it is not poisonous, I am really happy to eat fish there. I am afraid that my family will be able to eat the mat soon...

Cui Yuanyang anxiously rowed to the other side of the boat, and his eyes glanced at the ripples on the water from time to time. He didn't know how Zhao Changhe was in the water...

No, he, can he swim?

In the Zhao Changhe career that is testable, Zhaocuo, Luojiazhuang, and Beimeng are all places with only Qingxi and Shuilan.

No one knows why Zhao Changhe can swim, but Zhao Changhe can really swim, and the water quality is quite good...

He plunged into the water, and as expected, he saw the boatman at the bottom of the boat, taking out a chisel to work. It was not convenient to act under the water, and the boatman only opened a shallow pit for the chisel. The sound of Zhao Changhe entering the water had already alarmed him, and he turned around and was surprised.

Is Zhao Changhe's spiritual awakening really not long after he first appeared in the world? If this is not an old world, then it can only be one possibility: a natural gangster.

The thought flashed by, and the shipman showed a little bit of ferociousness, abandoned the bottom of the boat, pulled out a dividing sprint and swam towards Zhao Changhe.

Whether you can swim or not is different from underwater ability. Not to mention other things, you have to practice deliberately whether you can open your eyes underwater. How could Zhao Changhe deliberately practice this? Not to mention breathing and rushing underwater. The people in the world who are making a living on the water even adapt to these skills. They hold their breath for longer and use the power of the water to smoother. Even the land gods have to keep them in the water!

Sure enough, when he arrived in front of Zhao Changhe, he pierced the pierced water. Zhao Changhe pulled out the fish knife and pushed it away. With one move, he could clearly feel Zhao Changhe's astringency under the water. His eyes could only maintain a half-open and half-closed look and his movements were obviously not as strong as he was on the shore.

The boatman thought in his heart that if you, Zhao Changhe, had stopped here, you could die here now. I am also at the third level of the entrance hall. I wonder if it can directly replace your ranking?

Thoughts flashed, and he kicked his legs slightly, and he had become more bullied in front of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe's fish knife was cut awkwardly, and was cleverly clamped by the ship's armpits, which was turned upside down with the battle in the cabin just now.

The shipman showed a smile, and the water spike in his right hand pierced fiercely at Zhao Changhe's chest.

However, just as he twisted it close, Zhao Changhe suddenly vomited his lips, his tightly pursed.

A broken golden hairpin was wrapped in internal force and ejected out!

It was caught off guard at such a close distance, even if the speed of the golden hairpin was actually quite slow in the water, it still became a death knell for death in the eyes of the shipwreck.

He was shocked to dodge, but at such a close distance it was too late. The head of Chaitou had already shot into his eyes fiercely.

Blood gushed, and the boatman instinctively exhaled in pain, but the river water poured in instantly, and no sound could be made.

Are we the killer who plays the yin or are you the killer who plays the yin? How come you are more sinister than us!

This is the last thought of the shipwreck.

In fact, before he died, the dividing spurt still stabbed Zhao Changhe in the chest, but he lost strength and was grabbed by Zhao Changhe with his left hand, which only made him less than inch of flesh... but the dividing spurt was tempted to the poison.

It’s not just Zhao Changhe who can play with the silence…

Zhao Changhe had no time to pay attention to the injuries and toxins. He used his internal strength to force the poison. His right hand, which was trapped, pulled away with force, and the fish knife suddenly flew backwards.

The thin blade was rotating, just passing through the throat of the boatwoman who was attacking behind him.

The boatwoman widened his eyes and couldn't understand at all.

I was seriously injured on my back. I was originally planning to leave, but when I saw that I had an opportunity to take advantage of it, I wanted to come over to Yin Zhao Changhe. As a result, Zhao Changhe turned his back to him again during this fierce battle. How did he know that he had sneaked over and attacked quietly, and how could he know so accurately where his throat was?

How did he know?

No one can tell the boatman who is the one who plays the silence, and no one can tell the boatwoman how Zhao Changhe saw behind him. Zhao Changhe covered the wound on his chest, rushed out of the water in a hurry, breathing in big mouthfuls.

It seems that there are only a few simple and clear movements. In fact, it has been a long time, and it can be done in two or three minutes. If it weren't for Xia Longyuan's internal strength that could provide a short internal circulation, he would not have been able to make such a sharp killing game.

Zhao Changhe was wondering for a moment, if this internal skill is practiced to the later stage, can it really be completely turned into internal breath and there is no need to breathe?

The situation did not allow him to think about the problem of martial arts here. Zhao Changhe endured the pain of the wound and the raging toxins, and looked at the current scene.

Cui Yuanyang said that rowing was "a little better" and that was really just "a little better". At most, it was just learning to play. Who would let the young lady do such rough work in person? At present, the speed of her rowing and docking may not be much better than the speed of drifting downstream, that is, she would not be able to spin on the spot. The river is quite wide, and seeing that it is not far from the shore, the boat behind was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Changhe could already see someone trying to take a bow and take an arrow.

At this time, his position happened to be between Cui Yuanyang's ship and the ship coming from behind, and it was almost the same as that. Zhao Changhe rushed up without thinking, stepped on the waves, and boarded the ship behind in an instant.

Several people were visually judging whether the distance was suitable for archery. Suddenly, a person rushed up in the water, and they were all shocked.

Zhao Changhe had no weapons at hand, and without saying a word, he punched the bow-holder's temple, snatched the bow and arrow, and then turned it straight into the water.

The people on the boat only reacted now and shouted together: "It's Zhao Changhe! Kappa and Shuiying may have fallen!"

"He is not smart enough to go back to the boat at such a long distance! Look at him swimming there! Hurry up, shoot him!"

Unfortunately, the chaos was slowed down. When someone blew the arrow and aimed at Zhao Changhe, he had swam for more than half of the distance, and quickly stepped on the waves and flew into the air, quickly approaching Cui Yuanyang who was docking: "Yangyang! The rope under your feet! Swipe it over to pick me up!"

Cui Yuanyang decisively abandoned the oar, bent down and picked up the thick rope tied to the boat under his feet, and threw it hard.

Zhao Changhe caught it in the air, and one of them flew back to the bow of the ship with the force. The arrows behind him were like rain, and none of them came close to him.

Cui Yuanyang only had a sentence in his heart that this is not a god, what is a god!

But the god in his heart fell into the bow of the boat and soon staggered, his face pale.

Cui Yuanyang saw the blood on his chest, which turned black: "You are poisoned!"

"Well, I can play with the slut, and others can do it even more." Zhao Changhe leaned hard on the side of the boat, still laughing: "Don't you, Duobao Fu Loli, won't let me down, right?"

Cui Yuanyang had no intention of joking with him. He hurriedly opened the small package in his arms, found a pill and stuffed it into his mouth: "There are different medicines for all kinds of poisons and symptoms! The Cui family also has no elixir!"

"It's enough to relieve the suppression." Zhao Changhe felt it for a moment. Sure enough, the toxins that were positively suppressed were no longer spreading. He was satisfied enough, and he smiled and picked up his knife, cut the wound around, and cut off the poisoned rotten flesh.

Blood flowed out, but there was nothing suitable for bandaging. The cloths visible here were dirtyer than the other, and random bandaging would cause infection.

Zhao Changhe ignored it and drew the wine gourd around the wound, then stood up again. He turned around and saw that the nearest ship behind had entered the range, and the other party took a lot of arrows.

Zhao Changhe grabbed the bow and arrow he had just snatched, and directly turned it into a full string, and the arrow was like a meteor.

With a "stretched" sound, the opponent's sail suddenly fell, and the speed of the wind suddenly slowed down. The next moment, the arrow fell like a locust in the sky, but it just broke out of its range and shot at the most on the board.

Zhao Changhe took advantage of this opportunity to retrieve his steel knife, slapped his bow on his body, tied the arrow bag. He whispered his equipment and slighted his breath, glanced at the distance on the shore, and finally smiled.

After so long, the little rabbit was rowing with sweat on his head. Even if the boat climbed, it was time to reach the shore!

Zhao Changhe pulled Cui Yuanyang up and flew towards the shore. The river breeze brought his laughter: "I'll send you off for it if I'm here! There will be a date later!"
Chapter completed!