C321 The Child Is Missing

The icy waves hit Mu Xiaoxiao's tiny body from time to time. Every strike of the waves made the wounds on her body deeply sting.

Fortunately, it was winter and the wounds weren't easily inflamed. Otherwise, the wounds on Mu Xiaoxiao's body would have stank a long time ago.

"The tide will probably rise in a while. Whether you live or die will depend on your luck!"

With these words