Kevin heard the news and looked around, Sinnia seemed to be still conscious, lying in Ian's arms and still looking left and right. However, the old housekeeper Ian's body movements were very stiff. As if he was being held by a string, he mechanically took two more steps towards the edge of the pier. During the whole process, except for his feet, he didn't move anywhere else.

The crowds on the shore were all looking at a certain part of the sea, like a flock of geese gazing far away, as if waiting for something to come.

"The sun is about to set, and it's time for a pilgrimage..."

The familiar whisper sounded again, and the source was in the crowd.

"Go!" Kevin rolled onto Osved's back in the blink of an eye, and Sirius spread his wings and rushed towards the crowd.

However, at the moment when they set off, a wall of waves that could cover the sky suddenly appeared on the seashore, and a huge wooden boat broke out from the waves.

It seemed to have slept on the bottom of the sea for too many years, the wood was soaked black, the mast was tattered, and the deck was slippery. The entire hull was covered with dark green moss and seagrass. However, on the hull of the huge wooden boat, an ancient pattern was still clearly visible. It was two snakes intertwined at the ends, entangled into a sideways pattern. "8".

Anyone who has read the Divine Calendar knows that it is the symbol of Feisha, one of the three main gods, the witch snake.

Feisha is the god of the sea and the earth. People in the sea always like to leave the symbolic totem of this god on various utensils to pray for peace and harmony.

But this giant ship is really amazing.

The moment Kevin saw the wooden boat, he whispered in surprise: "This antique has been turned over..."

Just when he was mixed with surprise, emotion, and understanding, and his expression was complicated, the wooden boat suddenly turned over, the bottom of the boat was up, and the hull was down, and it crashed on the shore, throwing those who were confused by their necks. Everyone was enveloped in it.

The wooden planks of the big ship let out a sound of fragility over the years, and were instantly hit by the huge waves.

"Wow—"

In the blink of an eye, the huge wave retreated along the coast, and disappeared together, along with the huge wooden boat that was buckled upside down, and the densely packed people caught by it.

The whole process was so fast that it was too late to make any response.

Osved roared, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't expect this kind of change. He grabbed his front paws and caught only the salty sea water.

Just a little bit!

It's only a short distance away!

Osved snarled and slammed the wave-soaked rock hard. The huge stone was cracked and shattered into three pieces with a click. Sirius hurried away, intending to plunge into the sea to catch those people up, as much as he could.

As a result, Kevin pulled the reins as soon as he jumped up: "If you can't catch them like this, you can't find them when you jump into the sea. This is not a normal shipwreck."

"What do you mean?" Osved frowned tightly.

"I know where they were taken." Kevin looked at the sea with a solemn expression, patted Osved on the neck, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, wait here for a while. I promise, we will catch up with them. of."

The place where one man and one beast stands is the simple ferry where Ian held Sinnia before.

The stone platform was engraved with a bunch of patterns and strokes of unknown meaning, like a circle with complicated patterns, which was obviously a mark left by the Eldar people who used to practice witchcraft.

When the two of them stood in the middle of the circle, a canoe that looked as simple as a stone platform broke out of the water,

The boat has a square cabin, like an upside-down box on the deck, that can barely fit four people in it. This is also the rule of the Spiritual Race. As early as nearly a thousand years ago, they also lived on the mainland, but later because of witchcraft, they had a bit of trouble with other races on the land.

Compared with other races, their numbers are much smaller, and they really have no advantage. In addition, a race like the sand ghost, which is annoying but unable to resist, suddenly appeared. After entangled with the sand ghost for nearly a hundred years and almost turned into slavery, they finally couldn't help moving their family and moved to the island.

Under normal circumstances, except for necessary transactions, they seldom come to the land. Similarly, people from the mainland are not welcome to go to the island. If there is an important thing to go to the island, they can only go to four at a time, because they see enough a large number of terrestrial races.

The little canoe in front of me is the last friendship of the Spiritual Race to the land people, although the friendship is very limited...

As usual, Kevin and the others only needed to sit in the small square cabin, and the canoe would float to the island where the Eldar lived by itself, without anyone to steer.

But the group of people just now was obviously swept into the bottom of the sea. What is the use of the canoes of the Spiritual Race? It's completely different.

Osved pointed at the canoe suspiciously: "Rely on this to save people?"

"Wrong, it's chasing." Kevin replied casually as he swept the ground around him.

He bent down and picked up a small black stone from the ground, and greeted Osved: ​​"Go, get on the boat. You take it easy, don't trample this boat, I advise you to change back to human form first. Otherwise, you will suffer in a while."

Osved glanced at the wooden box-like cabin and agreed with Kevin.

It would be hard for him to squeeze in the door without taking his human form.

In a blink of an eye, his outline changed, from a beast to a human, and the fur on his body also changed into clothes that could cover his body, but it was wet because of the water, and it stuck to his His body was wrapped in his sturdy muscles.

Kevin stepped onto the canoe first, then tugged loosely on the reins hanging from Osved's neck, and said, "You can take off this thing, it looks weird."

If it's a skinny or a messed up person, with this stuff around him, there's a feeling of being abused and enslaved. But such a tall man with smooth and full muscles is entangled in this thing, how can it be a bit...

The so-called people who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. The Radiant God, who was originally very upright and even a little cold, has been accused of being filthy several times by someone, and he has become more and more aware of what it means to be "filthy".

He took the reins off the emperor's neck rather badly, but didn't throw it away, just held it in his hand.

Osved thought that Kevin kept the reins and planned to use it when he turned back into Sirius, so he didn't ask more, followed Kevin to the canoe, bent over and got into the square cabin.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, Kevin came over and grabbed one of his wrists. Without saying a word, he wrapped the reins around his wrist, and hung the other side on the roof of the cabin, tied very tightly.

"What are you doing?" Osved stared at him with a look of astonishment. He pulled his wrist twice and found that he couldn't move at all. He didn't know what the knot was.

"Fix it for you, and you'll thank me later." Kevin walked out of the cabin without looking back, and waved his hand very begging for a beating: "I'll say no thanks in advance."

Osved: ​​"..."

He walked outside the cabin and threw the small black stone in his hand. A small stone is stroked on the outer wall of the boat, and the effect is like a charcoal pen. Kevin very scribbled a lying "8" there.

At the moment when the strokes were connected end to end, the entire pattern line flashed a gentle white light, and returned to normal in a blink of an eye.

Kevin threw away the small rocks, clapped the dust on his hands, and stooped into the cabin.

He didn't sit on the rudimentary wooden seat, but grabbed the hatch with one hand, hooked the reins tied to Osved's wrist with the other, leaned lazily by the door, and said to Osved: ​​" Small boats are a bit more troublesome than big boats, and you need to hold your breath for a longer time, come, listen to me, take a deep breath."

Osved subconsciously followed him and took a deep breath.

In the next second, the whole canoe turned over in an instant, the bottom of the boat was up, and the hull was down, it was spinning! Osved was slammed onto the hard wooden board of the cabin, and he was smashed back and forth twice, almost knocking his brain out.

The sea water poured in, and the huge impact slammed into Osved's chest. Before he had time to open his eyes, it directly covered his whole body.

Osved: ​​"..."

He finally understood why Kevin had tied him in the cabin. If it weren't for the fact that he was tied so tightly, he would have flown out of the cabin long ago.

But Kevin wasn't tied to anything!

He was fumbling around with his other empty hand in the tumbling river, and after a moment of fear, he finally touched the bastard's hand.

don't know if it was his delusion, but he felt that Kevin was still leaning firmly against the door, and he didn't fall and smash like he did.

But how is it possible?

He quickly denied it again. Under such circumstances, how could he lean against the door frame without borrowing any strength?

Osved laughed at himself inwardly, thinking that he might have been fooled by the cabin.

But soon, he didn't have the extra brain to think about it

The huge jolt and sway made it almost impossible to hold his breath and drained his deep breath too quickly.

Just like Kevin's previous reminder, the time to hold his breath was much longer than he thought, and he could hardly imagine what kind of process it would be like this.

He vaguely realized that the whole ship had sunk in the sea, and he had no way of knowing why it was so bumpy and difficult...

The breath-holding process was not so pleasant, to be precise, very tormenting. Every second felt like a hundred years, and Osved felt like his lungs were going to be hollowed out.

Just when he felt like thousands of years had passed, he finally fell uncontrollably into a sense of suffocation.

Holding the reins in one hand and leaning against the door frame, Kevin suddenly noticed that the people around him began to struggle, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked very painful. Obviously, it is still very difficult for ordinary people to hold on to the end in one breath.

Kevin gave him a worried look before finally shrugging and turning his head.

When the breath was sent into the lungs, Osved's brain was still in the blank of hypoxia, and he didn't know what was going on for a while.

It was not until the tingling pain in his lungs finally disappeared and his stagnant brain finally started to work again that he realized that someone had taken a breath, which relieved his suffocation to a great extent and saved his life.

It is self-evident who is the one who takes the breath away.

Osved never thought he'd experience this feeling - one second of suffocation so suffocating that he was about to die almost immediately, the next so content that his soul would float.

The people who are thinking of their hearts give themselves a breath!

The opportunity that comes to your door, whoever let it go is an idiot, at least Osved is definitely not!

Kevin let out a sigh of relief and planned to let go and continue leaning against the door, but as soon as he opened his face, he found the half-dead Emperor with his eyes open, staring at him in the surging water.

He didn't expect this person to live so fast, and was stared at for a moment.

In just this moment, Osved had already kissed.

Kevin tilted his head a little, and Osved chased after him a little, and finally wrapped him around his waist, pulling him close to him.

He felt his whole body burn as he pushed the tip of his tongue between Kevin's lips.

The previous concoction seemed to have an effect again, and the effect of the medicine had already evaporated into his brain without catalyzing. This time, soaking in cold water didn't help. He was immersed in the sea, and he still wanted to get closer to the person in front of him, so close that he would dissolve into his body, or swallow him. belly.

With all his strength, Osved turned around in the surging sea water, and tied Kevin to the corner beside the hatch with the reins tied to his wrists, kissing him eagerly and pressing against his waist. , squeezed his knees between his legs and pressed him against the bulkhead.

He was so excited that he didn't hear the canoe breaking, or even notice that the turbulent turbulence had stopped.

All he could hear was his own heavy breathing, and if he heard it right, there was also a Kevin's, which made him even more mad and irrational.

He even couldn't help biting down Kevin's chin and kissed it all the way to his neck. Just as he was rubbing Kevin's thin neck bone with the tip of his nose and was about to bite it, he vaguely felt something flickering from his closed eyes. And passed.

Since you can feel it with your eyes closed, there must be light.

But...they were in the cramped cabin, and he was buried in Kevin's neck. What could be shining here?