Davos, a smuggler who ventured over the blockade, brought some onions and pickled fish, but due to the capsized problem, the number was not large, and it did not solve the food crisis of Fengxi Castle.

Even in the following days, lunch was still simple and even simple.

However, Lan Li's attention has been all on the denture recently. Whenever he has time, he will hide in the room to observe it, and then he will be confused-

As long as he looked at the denture, he could feel a special attraction, as if a voice was calling him, holding his dentures tightly...

However, the "consequences" of holding tightly made Renli hesitate.

Experiments have proved that after holding it tightly, he would inexplicably run to an ocean island on the other end of Westeros, become an islander there, and then be drowned!

Just like he had before, he became a knight, but was crushed to death by his own horse...

He doesn't care about the Knight or the Seaman, the problem is that the feeling of death is really scary.

But if the tips provided by smugglers are effective...

"Life is about breaking through oneself." On the sixth day of lunch, he suddenly felt emotion when he pulled two dried salted fish on the plate with a silver dagger.

"Just having a treasure mountain without getting it, it means finally marrying a beautiful wife, but in the end he can't get it."

"Can't you get hard?" The fat man next to him didn't understand this sentence, and blinked blankly when he heard this.

"What can't be hard? Is the fist? Why can't it be hard? Is it because I haven't eaten enough? Then I can't be hard either. You know, I haven't been full lately..."

He said as he glanced at the two humiliated salted fish on the plate in front of Renli, and blinked his eyes to the black-haired friend in front of him.

"You seem to hate it? Or—"

"Not a fist." Lan Li interrupted his words with his squint eyes.

"It's probably a mental illness."

After saying that, the silver dagger he held in his right hand inserted it into the forehead of a dead pickled fish with a thud, then slid down from the bench, and walked towards the door under the inexplicable gaze of Fatton.

However, after walking a few steps, the black-haired boy turned around and brought the fish away.

"It's better to eat if you have something than not."

He stressed with disgust, and Fatty sighed sadly at this.

"We are going to go to Shenmu Forest to play later!" The thin bamboo pole on the other side was originally sneezing while gnawing on an onion. Seeing this, he hurriedly shouted at Lan Li's back. After shouting, he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't forget!"

"You two go." Lan Li waved her hand without looking back: "I'm not an idle person."

The two looked at each other when they heard this.

"He's talking slander?"

"Master Krisson has arranged a new course for him?"

"This is the only possibility... He is so powerful. How can such a boring thing last for so long?"

...

Bachelor Krisson obviously did not arrange any new courses for Renley. After returning to the room, he directly left the plate of salted fish on the shelf table for later use, and then took out the pair of dentures hidden in the bedside table and held them in his hand.

His movements were done in one go, as if he was afraid that someone would come to snatch this thing, but in fact he was just afraid that he would regret it.

His concerns were correct, because he had reneged on his regrets soon, but unfortunately it was too late.

After clenching his dentures, Lanli's original clear thinking quickly spread, and then quickly fell into a special state of half-sleeping and half-awake.

This state may last for a long time, but it seems like it is just a moment.

...

When the cold wind blew and suddenly felt a few people reaching out to press the back of their heads and arms, Renli quickly woke up.

Unfortunately, before he opened his eyes, Lan Li looked around, his head was pressed into the clear and light blue sea water below.

He was no longer Renly, but a young man with obvious strong limbs.

Lan Li, who had "come" once before, was prepared for this, so he was not confused when facing the abnormality, just panic.

He knew he was in a place called the Iron Islands.

The Iron Islands are one of the nine major territories of the Westeros continent. A group of people living on the island are called Iron People. There is a special religious ritual among this tenacious nation - flooded ritual.

Simply put, it is to press you into the sea and choke you to death.

Of course, the iron people believe that true believers of the flooding God (the God they believe in) will not be afraid of flooding, because they will be resurrected after this.

If you are lucky, the flooded person can indeed survive through the original CPR technology after the flood (the pastor of God).

Now that Lan Li is in a state of flooding, he really hopes that he can have such luck.

At the same time, he also prayed that the mantra that smuggler Davos said would allow him to overcome the difficulties smoothly, because he was very curious about the world in this "dream" and even longed to see its true face.

However, no matter what mood he is, the difficulty he faces at present is how to avoid being drowned.

...

At the beginning of the ceremony, sufficient oxygen made Lan Li's senses very clear. His eyes could see the beach near the sea outside a palm, the green seaweed that was rippling with the sea water, and the silver fish was panicking, as well as the three lines of words that were sunken from the surface of the sand, and three strange lines of words.

Even though the situation was very tense, Lan Li couldn't help but attract attention by these three lines of words. Unfortunately, the gaze in the water was blurred. He only took a few glances. Before he could think about it, a pair of rough feet stepped onto the left side of his sight, and the rich sand and soil brought up completely covered everything in front of him.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, and the ocean blocked most of the world's sounds outside the water. There was only a faint sound of prayer lingering around, as if coming from outside the sky.

"O Supreme God who has been flooded for us, let your servant Hal be reborn from the sea like you. Give him blessings of sea salt, blessings of solid stones, blessings of steel..."

The most important thing is to stay calm.

Lan Li said to herself secretly.

He kept holding his breath, and the oxygen in his lungs became thinner as the ceremony progressed. Not long after, his body instinct began to urge him to struggle to get up, but the feeling of pressure from the back of his forehead and both shoulders was particularly strong.

As time goes by, pain gradually grows, and everything becomes more and more unbearable.

The most important thing is to stay calm.

When he couldn't hold it in, he meditated on the key points mentioned by the smuggler.

They are all going to die, how can they be calm?

He remembered Davos's reply so.

The stranger who represents death is frightening, but if you don’t want to be completely captured by him, we’d better face him. You have to know that this kind of behavior is to seek life from the dead.

The other party answered.

Want to live in death... Want to live in death...

The severe pain caused by forcibly holding your breath made Lan Li's thinking dim and tense. He tried hard to suppress himself, suppress, suppress...

Until a moment, he could no longer suppress his instinctive desire to breathe, so he suddenly opened his mouth wide.

The wet and salty sea water surged in.

The most important thing is calm...

He whimpered to himself.

But when the mind was in the pain caused by drowning, when the cold liquid invaded his lungs irresistibly, when the sea water caused his entire internal organs to spasm, a opposite thought flashed in a vague way—

This is really fucking nonsense!

Darkness then occupied his body and mind. After a while, the cool breath of life suddenly came slowly from the outside world, and at the same time, a roar seemed to sound.

"The deceased will not die!"

There seemed to be a pebble with sharp edges and edges under his waist, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He wanted to reach out and pull it away, but he felt that his limbs were stiff and unable to move.

"The deceased is not dead!" Another roar came, and the shock caused by the forceful knock on his back seemed to gradually freeze his whole body.

"The deceased is not dead!" When he shouted the third time, he subconsciously thought that he should respond to the other party, so he murmured and opened his mouth.

"It will definitely rise again..."

The other party yelled at a very famous sentence in the Iron Folk custom, so he could take it. He just didn't know whether he said this sentence in the end, but everything around him quickly became clear.

The cool sea breeze kept waving, and the cold tide licked against the soles of his feet. The obvious swelling in his abdomen made him suddenly shudder, and then he turned over and bent down on the beach and coughed violently.

Haishui was vomited out in large quantities due to coughing, and at the same time his mind became clearer. There were shadows around him quietly covering him. At the same time, three gazes could be felt staring at him motionlessly, as if they were looking forward to something.

"It will definitely be, it will rise again!" He responded with a painful cough, then staggered up, and stood on the beach with weak legs. He trembled, faced with three encouraging eyes, and squeezed out the last sentence of the ceremony from the gap of his teeth.

"It's even more powerful!"
Chapter completed!