"Water's coming in, Mute, paddle toward the shore," Black Glasses said, shifting his position. Planting his feet against the leaking bottom of the boat, he fixed his gaze on the white sand ahead.
Fatty looked down at his water-soaked shoes. "Damn it, Tianzhen, paddle faster, Tianzhen!" He certainly didn't want to get eaten by fish.
Zhang Qiling didn't even have time to worry about avoiding the sand worms on the shore; he tried to drive the fish away from the boat, but remembering the grim look on Aning's face every time he cut his hand, he could only hurry and beach the boat.
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