Bab 30: Chapter 30 Can't swim? (2)
"Lilith."
Nicola was squatting on the beach fishing when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind. She turned around and looked over. A girl with short red hair stood behind her, staring at her with a pair of big black grape-like eyes that looked exactly like the rag doll in her arms.
Nicola frowned, not knowing.
The girl tilted her head to look at her, her voice was soft and sweet, "Lilith, why don't you even recognize your little sister?"
Nicola stared at the doll and thought hard for as long as a fish, and finally thought of it. She stood up, looking unhappy, "Did you remember that I was your sister when you threw the bomb at me?"
Lilith has a younger sister, a half-sister, who only has S-level psychic power. The two had not had a good relationship since they were young. Nicola had not seen each other since he traveled back in time. After being called by her just now, she looked at the red hair and facial features that were slightly similar to his original body, and then she remembered that there was such a number one person.
Cassel Noelle touched the rag doll in his arms and said nothing.
When the tide came in, Nicola wanted to catch a big fish and walked far into the sea. Now the water was up to her waist. She couldn't go any further in. The waves in the sea were getting bigger and Nicola was already a little unsteady when it hit her.
"Sister, I remember, you don't know how to swim?" Cassel said suddenly.
When Nicola was blown into the sea by Cassel, she was still a little confused.
The power of small bombs cannot be underestimated. When Nicola saw the rag doll thrown by Cassel, she subconsciously released her psychic power to block it.
Unexpectedly, the bomb did not come from the rag doll, but from the bottom of her feet.
Who knows when that bomb was buried there? Could it be that there were so many bombs buried under her feet all the way here? That's such a useless bomb!
Nicola was blown away for the second time, this time being carried into the sea along with the waves.
That "bang" sound attracted a lot of attention.
Nicola was floating in the sea. She seemed to hear someone shouting, "Miss Lilith fell into the sea!"
"Miss Lilith can't swim!"
Nicola really can't swim. Although she is from the south, she really can't. And Lilith Noelle can't do it either. This is nonsense. How can such a powerful pervert not know how to swim?
It turns out she really doesn't.
Nicola flopped in the sea for a while, her limbs feeling as heavy as lead.
dying...
Nicola was blown very far away. She felt like she was ejected like a flying fish and then crashed into the sea with a thud. The blow made her head buzz and her body felt stiff and painful.
Those who knew how to swim jumped into the water to save people, while those who didn't know how to swim stood aside and watched the fun.
Nicola's head was swollen, and she was afraid that water had entered her head. If she was lucky enough to survive, she would become a fool when she fished it out because there was too much water.
Well, actually there is no need to worry about this kind of thing.
Nicola does not deliberately seek death, but she is not afraid of death. She even feels that death is a kind of relief.
In her previous life, although she had no worries about food and clothing since childhood, the only person she saw every day was her nanny. When she was ten years old, her parents divorced, and Nicola was forced to stand in front of them and choose whether to stay with her father or her mother.
In fact, like everyone else, she is still a person.
She followed her mother, then moved into another villa and found another nanny.
Well, there really isn't any difference.
When she turned eighteen, it was her birthday. It was rare that after eighteen years, those two people finally seemed to remember that they had a daughter like her, and took time out of their busy schedules to celebrate her birthday.
Nicola looked at the two extremely unfamiliar faces in front of her, looking extremely confused.
What are these two people doing here?
Nicola lowered her head. She was wearing a white princess dress, and she could see the cyan blood vessels hidden under her plain white skin. She seemed to be able to see the flowing blood. If it weren't for this blood relationship, they would be worse than strangers.
As a child, Nicola longed for love. But when she was pushed away, hurt, and ignored time and time again, she finally understood that she couldn't get it.
If you can't get it, forget it.
She no longer had hope, just live like this, that was fine.
Three people were sitting in the same car, divorced for eight years, and reunited for the first time because of their daughter. However, there was no laughter or caring as they imagined, but only cynicism and endless cold violence.
Nicola sat between the two of them, staring blankly at the strawberry cake in her arms.
It looks so sweet.
The screeching sound of brakes rang in his ears, and Nicola looked up suddenly, seeing shattered scenes one after another in front of her eyes.
She heard her parents' screams and felt her body being hit so hard that her internal organs were almost displaced. It hurt, but she couldn't scream.
The strawberry cake in her arms was crushed, and the bright red strawberries on it were like the blood flowing from her body.
The sound of sirens, the sound of ambulances, the sound of the crowd, it was so chaotic, there were so many people, and she was rescued.
But her parents are dead.
Nicola lay in the hospital for a year, feeling groggy and her head seemed empty.
When she got a little better and returned home, the nanny told her that the cat she had kept had been drinking for the past few days and seemed to be in trouble.
Her body kept falling, her head hurt so much, and her whole body seemed to be pulled into pieces. Strange things appeared in front of me, like colorful corals.
She is going to die.
Nicola thought of her cat, lying in her arms, stopped breathing, and her body became stiff, cold, like a stone...
Nicola thought that she might be crying, but there was too much sea water, and she couldn't tell which ones were her tears and which ones were sea water.
When a person is alone, nothing matters, and of course she is not afraid of death.
Nicola in her previous life lived like a zombie. In this life, Nicola has become Lilith, and she's not much better.
In a daze, she seemed to see a face, struggling to push aside the turbulent water, and in the bright sunshine of sunset, it broke through the tangled coral and grabbed her hand.
Who is it?
Nicola tried to open her eyes, but she could no longer see the face in front of her clearly.
Following the red spiritual power at his fingertips, Arthur walked through the dark water and found that person.
The black spiritual power was wrapped like a cocoon, extending out from the sea. It was airtight, let alone watertight, and isolated the sea water. Although it was only a tiny bit as big as a long fingernail, Nicola came to life with just a little bit of oxygen.
She was held by Arthur, and the two of them were immersed in a black cocoon-like spiritual power. A line extends from the top of the psychic power, hooked on the sea, and used to transport air.
"Lilith, Lilith!" Arthur shouted Lilith's name.
In a daze, Nicola seemed to see her cat calling her name.
Nicola thought that after teaching her for so long, her cat could finally speak human language, but unfortunately, it was still called her the wrong name.
She's not Lilith, she's Nicola.
Nicola's cat was blackened all over and looked like a coal digger. She stretched out her hand with difficulty and grabbed the dark head in front of her.
She likes to rub its fur the most.
The girl in Arthur's arms was soaked all over, her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and she looked like she was on the verge of death.
Arthur had never experienced this feeling before. He felt as if his heart was about to tear. He called her anxiously.
After an unknown amount of time, the girl finally raised her hand with difficulty.
Joy flashed across Arthur's face, and he hadn't been happy for long before the pale palm stained with seawater... grabbed his hair.
Nicola was delirious and said in a weak voice: "Call me mommy."
Arthur:…
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