"Who said you have to practice to use it?"
Lin Mu glanced at the bright moon in the sky, sneered as he kicked away the dead black-clad man, and strode towards the riverbank.
The Binhe was silent, the water flow not very rapid, but after watching for a while, there was still no sign of Lei Xiaojiao's figure. Could this chick be a landlubber? Lin Mu raised an eyebrow, thinking it was bad, and without further thought, he dove into the river.
Although it was summer, the river water was still cold. Lin Mu shivered, trying hard to open his eyes wide and search for Lei Xiaojiao's traces in the dark river. However, a minute passed, two minutes passed, Lin Mu swam nearly a hundred meters of the river, yet he found no trace of the woman.
"Xiao Jiao!" Surfacing, he yelled anxiously several times, but there was still no response. Lin Mu's heart sank immediately; despite his increasingly cold body, he dove aggressively back to the riverbed, swimming downstream with all his might.
