Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Boss, there is someone!"

   The sturdy little man with dark skin held up the binoculars, turned back and roared at the cabin.

   "Fish up."

   The fair-faced blond youth stood with his hands behind his back, full of pretence.

   "Got it."

   The little man threw down the binoculars, stripped naked, as if he was not afraid of the cold, and stabbed him down, and in a short while his head appeared on the sea in front of him.

   "It's still hot."

   The little man smiled with white teeth under the rising sun, which made his face as black as charcoal.

  The ship moved forward slowly, the two crew members crouched down on the side of the ship, and together they pulled the unconscious half-dead man up, but ignored the little one.

The little man was not annoyed, he burst out of the water with a clatter, supported the side of the boat with force, turned to the deck, shook the water on his body, shivered by the cold winter sea breeze, scolded his mother, picked up his clothes and ran back to the cabin barefoot. Heating.

   "Boss?"

   The two crew members shouted for instructions, squatting beside the half-dead man, checking his signs of life.

   "Save."

   The leading young man spoke, walking a few steps away, looking at the man who was blown to pieces.

  There are many rules at sea, and if you encounter a disaster, you will help you. It is a matter of accumulation of virtue.

   As for the waste that they throw into the sea to feed the fish, it should be regarded as filial piety to the Sea Dragon King.

   The two crew members tossed vigorously for a few times, and finally had an effect.

   "Boss, it's done."

  The blond young man stood there quietly watching people spit water and choking in discomfort, his eyes were so calm that there was no temperature at all. "Who are you?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng's pupils shrank slightly, curled up and continued to cough violently, concealing the regular pressing of the little fox in his pocket.

   Be brave and wake up!

"Who are you?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng finally stopped the violent cough that seemed to be coughing out his lungs, and asked in a hoarse voice, his mind was spinning very fast!

   "I'm asking you, who are you."

  The blond young man was not angry, his tone was more indifferent, and he exuded a threat, as if Cheng Yuanzheng didn't cooperate, he would immediately throw him into the sea to feed the fish.

   "I, cough, I forgot." Cheng Yuanzheng coughed weakly, his eyes were blank, and then he asked tentatively. "You don't know me? Did you save me?"

   "Eisen, it seems that he is the unlucky Young Master Ji."

  A red-haired youth strode over, his black leather jacket and trousers shone brightly in the sun.

   "I once had a conversation with Dashao Ji," the red-haired young man tapped his chin to Cheng Yuanzheng, "although his voice was a little hoarse, his tone of voice was very similar."

  Cheng Yuanzheng looked at them vigilantly, pretending to not understand foreign languages, and quickly thinking about how to move the next move.

   pretending to be Ji Fengyun was a temporary decision he made. These people were obviously here to meet Ji Fengyun's madman, who just took the opportunity to break into the enemy's interior.

   Besides, Ji Fengyun's corpse must have been fed to sharks, and there are no bones left, so he doesn't have to worry about going through a gang!

  The only flaw is whether these people are familiar with Ji Fengyun, and will they see his disguise.

   He is now covered in injuries, and his body shape is somewhat similar to Ji Fengyun. His voice can be concealed, but it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no mistakes in the details.

   So he had an idea and made up an excuse for amnesia.

   Such a dangerous explosion, he escaped from the dead, his face was blown to a **** and hard to recognize, and it was normal for his brain to be shaken.

   "He is Ji?"

  Eisen squinted at the dazed and restless Cheng Yuanzheng and smiled.

   "It's okay, you'll know when you bring it back."

   Immediately, he waved his hand, and the crew shouted to return to the voyage. The two crew members dragged Cheng Yuanzheng back to the cabin, stripped off his tattered wet clothes, and wrapped them with medicine.

   "Who are you? Who am I? Where are you taking me?"

  Cheng Yuanzheng was like a helpless beast, hoarsely imitating Ji Fengyun's emphasis on his words, his eyes flashed with Ji Fengyun-style madness from time to time.

   The red-haired youth leaned an alcohol bottle and drenched the wound on his whole body, causing Cheng Yuanzheng to almost faint in pain.

   "Don't be afraid, get on our boat and go with us in peace."