Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

The disciples who arrived first were not in a hurry to compete, and they all rowed the boats moored aside, shuttled among the 'corpses', and salvaged fellow disciples.

The disciples from the previous level all slid down from the stone pillar one after another, and joined the corpse-hunting team with tears in their eyes. For a while, the river bank and the river were filled with various wailing sounds, and Wen Chu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw this scene.

Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda came down behind Wen Chuyi. They were not only indifferent when they saw this scene, but even wanted to laugh. But then, Fu Jiuli, who was standing beside Wen Chuyi, noticed the scene on the river with sharp eyes. A few disciples with familiar clothes floated, hesitantly asked, "Are those disciples from our sect?"

The two looked at each other, Gan!Go get someone!

The small wooden boat can seat about six people, and the oars are thoughtfully placed in the middle. Wen Chu put Zhou Yuyue next to him, and the two of them sat side by side, which was also convenient for taking care of.Just as the four of them boarded the boat to search for people, the divine consciousness inside the wordless stele spoke,

"I believe all of you have seen these boats. That's right, this is an important prop for this level," Venerable Fanhua's gentle voice suddenly became sonorous and powerful. "This level is called 'Upstream', which means In order to go against the current, even in the face of difficulties, we must go forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties!"

"This river water contains a small amount of paralyzing effect on the human body, so be careful not to eat it by mistake."

It is most suitable for you group of cultivators and chickens. Venerable Fanhua has painstakingly selected the most inspirational level.

Candle lamps were dimly lit on both sides of the river, barely able to illuminate the wide dark river, and at the same time illuminate the disciples floating on the river. They opened their eyes with difficulty and raised their hands tremblingly. He felt that they could still Save it.

Those with few disciples from the same clan had already scooped up good people and paddled towards the upper reaches of the river; those with many disciples from the same clan were still claiming their brothers from the pile of 'corpses', and the distance between the two sides unconsciously increased.

There were six people on Wen Chuyi's side. They salvaged two Xuanjianzong disciples who were slightly stiff, and put them in the back. They began to paddle hard in tacit understanding.Among other things, the muscles of Mo Moda and Fu Jiuli are not something to look at. Wen Chuyi has great strength, and Zhou Yuyue hurts his feet, so he has to paddle too.

The four of them worked together, and the speed of the small boat increased sharply. To what extent, it might be able to leave the water for a minute or two, and soon caught up with the small boat in front, faintly showing a tendency to lead.

Wen Chu turned his face to one side, and looked at the boat that was at the same speed as theirs. He was shocked when he saw this, good guy, is this a hunk of all the crew? !

No wonder it was rowing so fast.

A small light can be seen in the front of the line of sight. If there is no accident, it will be the end. The people in the two small boats glanced at each other, and then turned their heads in unison, and the movements of their hands became more vigorous.

"Senior brother," Zhou Yuyue said suddenly, and calmly said the bad news that was like a blow to the head, "Do you feel that your feet are a little wet?"

Um?Wen Chuyi kept moving his hands, curled up his toes, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The wordless stele was tied to Zhou Yuyue's feet, so she naturally noticed something strange, pondered for a moment, and then hit the palm of her hand as if suddenly realizing it, feeling a little embarrassed. "Sorry sorry, forgot to say one thing."

Venerable Fanhua's voice pierced into the ears of all the disciples without any hindrance, and everyone's heart thumped for no reason, and they all felt bad.

"The boat you are sitting on has a very unique design. With the passage of time in the water, gaps will appear at the bottom. If you don't reach the opposite bank as soon as possible, it will sink."

It will sink, it will sink, it will...

Venerable Fanhua's last sentence was like the devil's whisper, circling and repeating in the minds of all the disciples.

Wen Chuyi lowered his eyes and glanced at the soles of his feet. The water there was about two or three centimeters long. The icy river water was seeping in at a gradually accelerating speed. The soles of his feet were frozen by the cold air. Roll the oars to fly.

Seeing that the spot of light was getting bigger and bigger, the green lawn and the blue sky could be vaguely seen. At this time, the river water spread to the ankles. Wen Chuyi felt that they could still struggle, although their arms were so swollen that they could hardly lift them up.

Strange to say, this river is obviously not rapid, but it is extremely difficult to move forward.

From the corner of Wen Chuyi's eyes, he saw another small boat rowing behind him and then began to sink at a constant speed. Small boat, he sighed:

Another Titanic sinks.

Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda didn't dare to stop, and shook harder and harder, but unfortunately, the two had been shaking for a long time, and their muscular arms could hardly resist the soreness. I didn't dare to wipe my wet eyes, but even so, the speed of the boat still gradually slowed down.

But the light is ahead, it's too unwilling to sink here, Zhou Yuyue's hands are already sore, and the sweat slid down the side of his face into his delicate neck, making his clothes dizzy, but he didn't give up because of this.

The river had already submerged to the calves, but the shore always kept a subtle distance from them. Finally, the whole macho team also perished. Wen Chuyi turned his head sadly, and now they were the only ones left lingering.

The gap under the boat was getting bigger and bigger, and the boat was sinking faster. Seeing that half of his body was about to be submerged in the water, Wen Chuyi estimated that it was very difficult for them to get over this distance, but...he turned his gaze Put it on the boy next to him.

"Jiuli, Junior Brother Mo," Wen Chuyi said, turning his head and looking at the two haggard men, one white and one black behind him, "We may not be able to go up, how about sending my Junior Brother and those Junior Brothers up there?"

It's not because of anything else, it's simply that the weight of the two of them really can't move.

Fu Jiuli and the two naturally had no objection. Zhou Yuyue frowned and wanted to say something when she heard it, but was pulled back by Wen Chuyi, and then felt a huge thrust to send herself out.

"Junior Brother, pay attention to your ankles when you land on the ground." Wen Chuyi also instructed when he threw him out.

Seeing that Zhou Yuyue landed safely, he asked Fu Jiuli to bring over the two younger brothers who were lying dead behind, and threw them out in the same way. After doing all this, the boat sank completely. Wen Chuyi stood up, and the river spread to his waist.

Wen Chuyi stood at the bow of the boat with a gloomy expression, feeling that there was a porker missing in front of him.

When Zhou Yuyue landed on the ground, he rolled around on the spot, trying to avoid the sprained ankle. Immediately, his expression changed. There was familiar spiritual power in his body, nourished by spiritual energy, and the wound was relieved almost instantly. few.

"Senior Brother, catch it!" The moment Zhou Yuyue recovered her spiritual power, she took out a plain white satin from the Qiankun Ring, and threw it towards Wen Chuyi.

Wen Chuyi, who only had his head outside, saw that there was a reversal at the end of the matter, so he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and raised his hand to firmly grasp the other end of Lingdu.

Worthy of being the protagonist, a little player in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds!

Wen Chuyi raised his head to prevent the river water from entering his mouth and nose, and held the silk tightly with both hands, behind him were two strong black and white men in the same posture.

Although the spiritual energy in the bodies of the two Xuanjianzong disciples lying dead on the shore has recovered, they still can't move their bodies, the only thing that can move is their eyes.Zhou Yuyue had to pull three people who were much heavier than him ashore by himself, and it was a bit difficult, and the palms of his hands turned blue and white due to the huge pulling force.

"Zhou Xiaoyou, don't give up! You can do it!" Venerable Fan Hua looked at the only remaining solitary Miao Miao, and encouraged her aloud. She thought that the whole army would be wiped out.

This won't work, it's too slow.Zhou Yuyue swept back a circle, and finally saw a barely thick tree not far away. One end of the satin stretched out and wrapped around the trunk. He summoned the Liushuang Sword, and the scabbard was wrapped around the satin twice. Also help to pull back.

As soon as Wen Chu was soaked in the water, he wanted to use a dog planer to relieve Zhou Yuyue's burden, but he was holding a life-saving straw in his hands, and his legs were held tightly by Mo Moda and Fu Jiuli, and in the end he could only look up The desperate salted fish in the starry sky faction was pulled up by Zhou Yuyue.

Wen Chuyi lay wet on the grass, rolled his eyes, and glanced at Fu Jiuli and Mo Moda who were side by side. They accidentally took a mouthful of river water, and their bodies were slightly paralyzed. The joints are rusty.

Using a small spell to dry the clothes on his body, Wen Chuyi stood up, looked at the four salted fishes on the lawn that became increasingly stiff, and then looked at the many 'corpses' floating quietly on the river. He kept asking, "Senior, those people..."

The spiritual consciousness in the wordless stele knew what Wen Chuyi was going to say, and said slowly, "Little friend Wen, take your brothers and sisters to step back."

Although they didn't know what Venerable Fanhua was going to do, Wen Chuyi and Zhou Yuyue still dragged each other, pulling them away a bit.

Just as Wen Chuyi let go of the collars of Mo Moda and Fu Jiuli and stood up, the originally calm river suddenly rose and fell, and then, a huge black net slowly rose from the river, like a fisherman's cast. The fishing net is like a fish, picking up all the salted fish floating on the water.

"Once I accidentally drank a few mouthfuls of this river water. Before I was fished out, I floated on the river for six or seven days, and then added this net." Venerable Fan Hua's tone was full of nostalgia.

The disciples of various sects in the big net were ruthlessly thrown out, like a goddess scattering flowers, and in an instant the ground was filled with hard salted fish of various colors.

"You guys don't have to worry, you can recover after basking in the sun for half an hour." After Venerable Fanhua finished speaking, the disciples who were hanging directly on the tree with their faces on the ground breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then the top three this time will be these three," the three bright red flowers detached from the flower branches and flew to Zhou Yuyue, Fu Jiuli, and Momo Datou respectively.

Wen Chu took one look and put it aside, without him, it hurts my eyes.

Mo Moda is a black-skinned man with sharp edges and corners, and Fu Jiuli is a strong man with a white skin and a baby face. This big red flower is pinned on the hair of the two of them. It is tough and rough with a touch of charming tenderness. It is full of impact and spicy. Eye index is also full.

His gaze fell on the other person, and Wen Chuyi was stunned for a moment. He saw a young man in a snow suit with drooping eyelashes, and a gorgeous big red flower pinned to his black hair like crow feathers. The lips and the flowers are as bright as the flowers, and the coldness and charm are mixed together in a strange way, diluting the alienation of the young man.

"Welcome to my - Fan Garden."

Hearing Venerable Fanhua's voice, Wen Chuyi came back to his senses and repeated these three words in his heart. For some reason, he always felt a little familiar, and before he had time to think about it, a crisp female voice with hesitation came from beside him, "First day of junior high school? "