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"This blade looks very ancient. Perhaps this island has some sort of secret."

The dragon held a knife in its hand. The blade was still sharp, like a medieval artifact.

"You mean there might be people living on this island?"

Hu Hu Jun received the saber and waved it in the air, as he said with a doubtful tone.

"Let's keep in touch. We want you to search along the island."

The dragon was unwilling to let go of any opportunity. Zi Yan was still lying on the sickbed, and if she couldn't find Zhuo Weitang, she would probably not be able to wake up.

Perhaps Zhuo WeiTing could stimulate her and stimulate her will to live.

"Alright, bring these with you and keep in touch."

Anthea handed the gun in her hand to the dragon. As long as there was a sliver of hope, they would not give up.

The dragon said goodbye to them and followed the trail that Zoroastrian had left behind to the center of the island.

Anthea also called the Mafia, hoping they would send a few more planes to help with the search.

In the boundless ocean, Zhuo Weitang looked at the blue ocean water and only felt dizzy. His lips were already dry and cracked. Although there was still a bit of water, he was reluctant to drink any more.

The water was his hope. As long as there was fresh water, there was hope. Perhaps tomorrow, a boat would pass by. He would not drink that water until he saw hope.

In the beginning, he would still remember the time, but now, he no longer had the energy to do so.

Lying on the raft every day and watching the sun rise and set, there was no longer any sense of beauty.

Closing his eyes, all he could think about were his family. His memories of the past few days were blurry, but they were extremely clear. Perhaps his daughter was already born.

He didn't know how much time had passed since the wedding, but it had been at least three months since he had come to the island. Once again, he had missed out on the birth of his child.

What about the child's growth?

No, he could not afford to miss his daughter's growth.

Zhuo Weitang sat up and held onto the wooden raft with the stick. He could walk one meter and one meter. In short, he couldn't just wait here for his death.

As the sun slowly set, Zhuo Weiting's heart sank. The sea was the most dangerous place at night, so he didn't know if he could see the sunrise tomorrow.

Watching the sunset, tears ran down his dark face.

"Yan'er, if I really can't go back, you must be strong, and take good care of the two children."

He knelt on the raft, tears blurring his eyes.

The quiet sea level was like a sea of death. Suddenly, he heard some unusual voices that seemed to be … The sound of a plane?

This sound sounded very close to him. He finally saw the vague outline of a plane in the west, where the sun was setting. He rubbed his eyes. It was too far away. No matter how he waved his hand, they probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

He stared at the plane, at it, hoping it would come closer.

As the sound of the plane grew louder, his heart began to revive.

But just when he thought hope was coming, the plane turned left and headed in the other direction.

"No, don't go, don't go …"

Zhuo WeiTing stood on the raft and shouted towards the distance.

Zhuo Weitang could only watch as the plane flew away and disappeared into the distant horizon. His hopes had been taken away just like that.

The last bit of sunlight disappeared on the surface of the sea, and night came again.

Zhuo WeiTing felt a little cold, and the sea breeze made him unable to sit still.

It was the first time in a long time that he had seen his companion so close to him.

Zhuo Weitang's blood began to boil. From the height of the plane and the speed at which they were flying, it didn't look like a civilian plane nor a military aircraft. Could it be that someone finally came to find him?

Little by little, this thought warmed his body.

He was no longer tired. He thought he hoped that tomorrow the plane must have left because it was dark, that tomorrow they might continue their search, that tomorrow he might be able to come home and see his wife and children.

This joy of reuniting filled his entire body, making it so that he was not in the mood to sleep. He lay on the raft, staring at the sky.

Even if he wanted to wait until daybreak, he was still tired. When the sun rose in the east, Zhuo Weiting fell asleep. This was the most peaceful night he had had since leaving the island, and it was the only night he had ever had beautiful dreams.

In the evening, after all the planes had returned, An An and the others were still awake. They took down the footage from the plane and looked at it one by one.

They sent planes to search, not only with their eyes, but also with video cameras at the bottom of the plane, hoping to find something.

It was already one in the morning. Everyone was tired from reading it, but there was still one more scroll that they had not finished reading.

"Tiger, you guys go to sleep first. Leave this scroll to me."

Anthea yawned and patted the sleeping tiger on the table.

"No problem, I'll sleep after I finish reading."

Hu said as he rubbed his eyes, turning his gaze back to the screen.

"Let me do it. Everyone is tired these days. You should rest first and rest well. We'll continue tomorrow."

"Ann, we've been looking for so long. Do you still think there's any hope?"

An Xin didn't hold much hope for this. She had been searching for more than half a month, but there were no clues at all. Their search direction was also constantly expanding, but there was no hope at all.

"An, Hu, have you found anything?"

The dragon walked in from outside. He had just seen Zi Yan and she was still in a deep sleep. Mattia said that if this went on, Yan'er might never wake up again.

"Long, it's great that you're here. Let's talk more about this …"

"Wait, Tiger, turn the screen back."

The dragon interrupted Anthea, pounced on the computer, and asked the tiger to move forward.

"What's wrong?"

Anthea also turned around. Could she have discovered something?

Tiger dragged the mouse forward, but didn't discover anything?

"No, I just saw something. Replay it from the front."

He held his chin in his dragon hands and stared unblinkingly.

"Stop, this is the place."

About ten minutes later, the dragon pointed to a flashing dot on the screen.

"What's the problem here?"

Tiger looked at the screen and still didn't understand what was going on. There would always be reflection on the surface of the sea, which wasn't surprising at all.

"Tiger, take it slow. This place is different, take a look …" "It's very possible that it's a person …"

The scene slowly shifted backwards as they neared the back. They stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before them. Finally, they were able to vaguely make out a person waving his hand.

"Locate right away, we're leaving right now."

An Xin was overjoyed. It didn't matter if that person was Zhuo WeiTing or not, they still had to catch up to him immediately.

"I hope it's Zhuo WeiTing. I hope he can still hang on."

Tiger was also in high spirits and began to set up his position. Although five or six hours had passed, as long as there were no big waves on the sea, he shouldn't float too far.

This time, An An An personally flew the plane, and the few of them flew together. When they arrived at the sea surface, the sky had already brightened, but the fog above the sea surface was very thick, making it hard to see the surface of the sea.

"Ah, can you lower your altitude a bit? It's so foggy at sea that it's hard to see clearly. "

The dragon tied itself up and prepared to descend to the sea.

"Let's wait for a while longer. We can look for it when the fog has dispersed. At this height, we should be able to hear the sound if the person is here."

Ann was also worried, but no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't disperse the fog above the sea. They could only wait until it dispersed.

"Yeah, dragon, don't go down yet. Let's go around the center once more. We'll definitely find him."

A tiger pulling a dragon was now shrouded in fog on the surface of the sea. If this continued, it would be very dangerous.

About an hour later, the fog on the sea surface began to dissipate.

The dragon hung below the plane, scanning the surface of the sea with its high-power telescope.

A wave hit Zhuo Weitang and he woke up from his sleep. The water in the early morning was very cold, but the sun was a bit dazzling.

"Another dawn. Hopefully, I will be able to return to land today."

Zhuo Weoting stood up from the raft. The sea was calm and everything was beautiful, but when the wind and rain came, everything was so bad.

He remembered that when he had experienced the first storm at sea, he had had to tie himself to a raft to survive, and now his hopes were fading bit by bit.

"Zhuo Weitang, if you're still fucking alive, just give me a reply."

Zhuo Weoting, who was sitting on the raft, fishing for breakfast, suddenly heard a voice calling him from the sea. He thought he was hallucinating, but after a while, the same voice came again.

Zhuo Weitang didn't reply immediately. Instead, he listened attentively and tried to determine the direction of the sound.

The sound seemed to be coming from a megaphone. It was hard to tell, but one thing was certain. Someone had really come to find him.

After throwing away his only fishing rod, Zhuo WeiTing took out a long sword.

He drew his sword and waved it in the sunlight.

If there really was someone, they should be able to see the light reflected off the sword. If there really was someone, they would probably come looking for him.

"Yan'er, I can finally see you again!" Zhuo Wei Ting shouted in his heart once more.

"An, I saw Zhuo Wei Ting. Turn 45 degrees to the left."

The dragon finally saw Zhuo Weiting standing on the raft through the focusing telescope. He waved something, and then a wave. He fell into the water. It seemed very dangerous.

The plane finally came to a stop above Zhuo Weiting's head, and the dragon's feet landed on the raft.

"Congratulations."

Looking at the sun-tanned Zhuo WeiTing, the dragon's voice was choked with sobs.

"Thank you."

Zhuo Weitang said with trembling dry lips.

Finally, he no longer had to worry, and could finally see Yan'Er and the child.

The two of them finally returned to the plane. Seeing the few people in the plane, tears silently fell from Zhuo WeiTing's eyes.

There was no need to say too much. This was the feeling between men.

By the time Zhuo Weiting returned to New York, it was already evening.

"An, can you send me home first? I want to see Yan'er. From our marriage until now, how many months has it been?"

Zhuo WeiTing asked anxiously as they were on the plane and getting into the car.

"It's been exactly a hundred days, and you're still alive. What a miracle."

Tiger was sitting in the back seat of the car, playing with the antique swords that Zhuo WeiTing had brought back. If he casually took them out, the price would be astronomical.

"Has … Yan'er been born? Is my daughter born? "

Zhuo Weitong asked with some hesitation, as if the due date was at this time, and he didn't know if it was born yet.