It can be removed, it looks weird. "
If it is a skinny or emaciated person with this thing wrapped around his body, he will feel like being abused and enslaved. But such a tall, burly man with smooth and full muscles is hanging around this thing, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit...
The so-called "those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black", the original thinking is very upright and even a little cold, Guangming, after being accused by someone of being filthy several times, he understands more and more what "unbearable filth" is.
He took the reins off the emperor's neck quite sadly, but he didn't throw it away, just holding it in his hand.
Oswald thought that Kevin kept the reins and planned to use them when he transformed back into a Sirius, so he didn't ask much, followed Kevin into the small canoe, bent down 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 rein around his wrist, and hung the other side on the roof of the cabin, tying it very tightly.
"What are you doing?" Oswald stared at him in surprise, pulled his wrist twice and found that he couldn't move at all, and he didn't know what kind of knot the man had tied.
"Fix it for you, and you will thank me later." Kevin walked out of the cabin without looking back, and waved his hand very aggressively: "Let me say thank you in advance."
Oswald: "..."
He walked outside the cabin and threw the small black stone in his hand. Small stones are drawn on the outer wall of the boat with one stroke, and the effect is like a charcoal pencil. Kevin scratched a horizontal "8" very scribbled there.
At the moment when the strokes are connected end to end, the entire pattern line flashes a layer of gentle white light, and returns to normal in a blink of an eye.
Kevin threw away the small rocks, patted the dust off his hands, and stooped into the cabin.
He didn't sit neatly on the simple wooden seat, but grabbed the hatch with one hand and the rein tied to Oswald's wrist with the other, leaning lazily by the door, rushing to Oswald Svid said: "Small boats are more troublesome than big boats, and it takes longer to hold your breath. Come, listen to me, and take a deep breath."
Oswald subconsciously followed him and took a deep breath of air.
In the next second, the entire wooden boat turned over in an instant, with the bottom of the boat facing up and the hull facing down, it was spinning like a dick! Oswald's whole body was slammed onto the hard wooden board of the cabin, and he was hit back and forth twice, almost beating his brain.
The sea water poured in with a bang, and the huge impact slammed into Oswald's chest, and before he had time to open his eyes, it directly covered his whole body.
Oswald: "..."
He finally understood why Kevin tied him up in the cabin. If it wasn't for the fact that he was tied so tightly, he would have flown out of the cabin a long time ago.
But Kevin wasn't tied to anything!
He fumbled around with his free hand, and after a moment of apprehension, he finally found the bastard's hand.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Kevin seemed to be leaning firmly against the door, and he didn't fall back and forth in embarrassment like him.
But how is it possible
He quickly denied this. Under such circumstances, how could it be possible to lean against the door frame so firmly without borrowing any strength
Oswald laughed at himself in his heart, thinking that he was probably stunned by the cabin.
But soon, he didn't have the spare brain to think about this matter—
The huge bumps and swings made it almost impossible for him to hold his breath, and the breath he took in was consumed too quickly.
Just like Kevin's endless reminders before, it took much longer than he expected to hold his breath, 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 water. As for why it was so bumpy and difficult, he had no way of knowing...
The process of holding your breath is not so pleasant, to be precise, it is very painful. Every second seemed to be as long as a hundred years, so long that Oswald felt that his lungs were about to be hollowed out.
Just after he felt that thousands of years had passed, he finally fell into a sense of suffocation uncontrollably.
Holding the rein with one hand, Kevin, who was leaning against the door frame, suddenly noticed that the people around him began to struggle, with their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, looking very painful. Obviously, for ordinary people, it is still very difficult to hold on to the end in one breath.
Kevin gave him a worried look, but finally shrugged and turned away.
When a breath was sent into his lungs, Oswald's mind was still blank due to lack of oxygen, and he didn't realize what was going on for a while.