"Three hundred miles south of Changle, Fuzhou, there is a mangrove forest on a small island." Qiao Hui's eyes were gentle, very gentle, "Oh, at this time of year, when it's a little hotter, there will be tiny fireflies at night, lying on the wet and thick water plants, and the light from those fireflies is like stars."
That was the night when his throat was slashed and his blood spurted all over the ground.
He lay on the water grass on the deserted island, waiting to die.
His dead companions were lying all over the place.
He is dying too.
Blood gushed out from his neck, and even when he lay down, the feeling of weightlessness washed over him from his feet to his head like a tide.
He is really going to die.
Otherwise, how could we see Xianjin’s face in the starry sky?
Qiao Hui couldn't help but purse his lips and smile, "This is the best thing that happened to me at sea."
Qiao Hui's sudden tenderness made Xianjin feel a little hot for no reason.
Xianjin moved his body and turned his head to try to shake off the moisture and heat. At the same time, he looked around awkwardly and tried to find something to say. "Why do I feel that your boat is much thicker than mine?"
Qiao Hui nodded, "It is indeed thicker."
Then, he dipped his finger in the wine and drew a pointed triangle on the table, "...if there are waves that cannot be resolved by reefing or changing the sail, the Yiyin will sail here..."
Qiao Hui pointed at the top of the triangle and said, "We need to sail here, meet the enemy head-on, and break through the wind directly."
The planks are thicker because when facing stronger winds and waves, the ship is most likely to be the first to be smashed to pieces...
Xianjin was a little stunned, and asked stupidly, "Because you are the boss?"
Because you are the leader of the Silent Guard pirates, you want to be the first one even if you have to face the storm?
Xianjin's words left him completely puzzled, but Qiao Hui instantly understood her meaning.
Qiao Hui smiled and nodded, "Yes, you are right."
The dim light slanted down like yellowed milk.
A tiny ray of light slipped through the net and happened to shine on the bead of Qiao Hui's thin lips.
Xianjin couldn't help but shift his gaze toward the place where the light that had escaped the net shone.
Qiao Hui felt uneasy when being looked at. She pursed her lips uncomfortably and turned her head slightly.
Xianjin woke up as if from a dream, saw the cup was full of wine, and drank it all.
In just a moment.
Xianjin slapped the table, half stood up, and leaned his upper body in an arc with ulterior motives, then raised his head and lips forward.
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