Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

She walked along the collapsed riverbank where the diamond treasure had just slid down.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the cold, murky, roaring torrent.

"thump--!!"

The icy river water swallowed her up instantly.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

It feels all too familiar.

The body, so familiar with poetry and wine, began to tremble violently the moment it entered the water.

cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

The murky river water filled my mouth and nose, carrying the fishy smell of mud, sand, and decaying leaves.

That nauseating smell was different from the salty, fishy smell of the sea in my past life, but it still made me want to vomit.

My vision was completely blurred.

The swollen river carried a large amount of silt, reducing visibility to almost zero.

Poetry and wine, relying only on instinct and a vague sense of direction, desperately swam towards the location where the diamond treasure had vanished.

P.S.: I spent a long time writing these chapters. I guess I got carried away with my literary tendencies and kept trying to improve the expressive power of my writing.

I don't know how people will react, but I've already posted 4 words in one go.

I didn't want to get stuck on the plot, so I just posted it directly.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 82 Swimming Master

The rushing water constantly pounded against the body of poetry and wine, trying to sweep her downstream.

Every step forward requires tremendous effort, and every stroke feels like breaking down an invisible wall.

My lungs started to burn.

The feeling came faster than she had expected.

After all, she hadn't made adequate preparations before jumping, and she didn't have much air in her lungs.

Not enough... not enough oxygen...

The connection between poetry and wine began to blur.

My chest was contracting violently, and my body instinctively wanted to breathe, to open my mouth and inhale air.

But reason tells poetry and wine that once you open your mouth, all that's poured in is river water.

She felt like she was going to die.

That suffocating feeling of near death was exactly the same as in my past life.

Then--

Nothing happened.

She did not die.

Consciousness did not dissipate, the body did not lose control, and even the fear of near death abruptly ceased at a certain moment.

Instead, there is a strange sense of "stagnation".

just like--

Death's scythe was already at her neck, but it was stopped by some unseen force.

You definitely won't die; at most... you'll just be in constant pain.

Even though his lungs had already begun to fill with river water.

Even though every cell in the body is screaming because of lack of oxygen.

Even a normal person would have lost consciousness and sunk to the bottom of the river long ago in this situation—

She remained conscious.

Painful yet lucid.

'I see……'

The faces of poetry and wine began to distort.

'Enduring endless suffering, yet unable to find relief…'

'That's...a really disgusting setup...'

At this moment, the inability to die became her only refuge.

She doesn't need to worry about drowning.

She doesn't need to worry about losing consciousness after exhausting her strength.

She only needs to—

Bear

Endure the burning pain in your lungs.

Endure the fear of suffocation.

Endure the torment of feeling as if you are being slowly sliced ​​apart by countless knives every second.

Then--

Find the Diamond Treasure.

In the murky water, the hands of poetry and wine finally touched something soft.

It's fabric.

It's clothing.

It's invisible, but it's definitely there...

She groped along the fabric and grabbed a cold arm.

found it.

The Diamond Treasure's body had stopped struggling and was floating limply in the water, like a kite that had lost its string.

The huge backpack was still on her back, pulling her down heavily and causing her body to sink further.

'Get this thing off first—'

Poetry and Wine groped their way to the buckle on the hiking backpack.

Her fingers were almost numb from the icy river water.

Every movement became clumsy and slow.

That damn clip was incredibly slippery; I just couldn't get it off.

'Oh shit--'

Poetry and Wine cursed inwardly.

Instead of trying to unfasten the buckle, she grabbed the backpack's shoulder strap and pulled it outwards forcefully.

A muffled thud came from the seam of the shoulder strap, and then—

broken.

The horse's immense strength came in handy at this moment.

The heavy backpack detached from the diamond-shaped treasure and quickly sank into the darkness at the bottom of the river.

Next up is the coat.

Diamond Baby's coat was soaked with water, clinging to her body like a heavy suit of armor.

Poetry and Wine grabbed the collar of the coat and peeled it down her shoulders.

The soaked cloth clung to my skin, and peeling off even a little bit required great effort.

Time passed by, second by second.

Poetry and wine make my lungs feel like they're being burned; every second is torture.

But she didn't stop.

We can't stop.

finally--

The coat was also ripped off and disappeared into the murky water.

Without those heavy burdens, Diamond Treasure's body felt much lighter.

Poetry and Wine: With one arm around her waist, he frantically paddled with the other, swimming towards the surface.

The swift current kept pounding against the two women, trying to sweep them downstream.

The physical strength from poetry and wine had long been exhausted, and my limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

With each stroke of the water, she felt something tearing at her muscles.

But she didn't stop.

Because she won't die.

Therefore, she can overdraft.

You can push your body to its limits, and then push it beyond those limits.

As long as there is a sliver of consciousness—

She won't let go.

"Pfft—!!"

The heads of poetry and wine finally broke through the water.

She gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the air.

It's like a dying traveler in the desert finally finding an oasis.

Every breath of air was as sweet as nectar.

But she didn't have time to enjoy the pleasure of breathing.

The precious diamond-shaped baby in my arms was still asleep.

The head of the sturgeon girl rested limply on the shoulder of Poetry and Wine, her long, silvery-gray hair scattered messily on the water's surface.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were a horribly bluish-purple, and her chest showed no sign of rising or falling.

'No--'

Poetry and wine's hearts tightened suddenly.

She gritted her teeth, mustered her last bit of strength, and swam toward the shore.

The current was still rapid, but it slowed down slightly near the shore.

The hands of poetry and wine finally touched the soil on the riverbank.

She used all her strength to push the diamond treasure ashore.

Then he scrambled out of the water himself.

The heavy rain is still falling.

The cold rain lashed down on the two of them, but it could no longer make Poetry and Wine feel any colder.

After all, her body temperature had long been drained by the river water.

But she couldn't care less about herself.

"Qizi... Qizi!"

Poetry and Wine knelt beside Diamond Treasure, trembling as they reached out and patted her cheek.