The water in the lotus pond itself had a faint odor. He drank it late and late, and his mouth gave off a strange odor, which he could not control.

Press the chest cavity, do artificial respiration, lasted for tens of seconds, white late spit a mouthful of water, wake up.

Looking vaguely at Stuqing and two other young girls, I realized that I had fallen into the pond.

"I'm scared to death!" Remembering the moment before falling into the pond, helplessness came back to my mind, grabbed Simu-qing's hand and looked helplessly at his face.

"You deserve to be scared to death. How old are you? Is picking lotus...