This is the most populous city Zheng Yi has seen since he traveled through time.

The vast underwater plains are full of reefs, which seem to be natural, but there are lights reflected inside, like lights. The sea water in the giant bubbles only spread to the middle of the reef, and fish people drove canoes to and from the city to traffic.

The source of canoes is faintly revealed on the mountains further apart, and clumps of tall seaweeds swaying in the sea.

The fishman built a "water city" under the sea.

Zheng Yi thinks the brain circuits of these fishmen are really interesting.

The white-topped whale sent Zheng Yi and the fish people to the bottom of the sea, and the whale roared and swam to the deeper sea.

The air cover perfectly discharged the sea water. Zheng Yi walked inside, like walking on flat ground. However, the sand at the bottom of the sea was soft and would be buried in his calf with one foot.

Through the huge bubbles, a team of gilded ships showing their kingly status came from the main road of the undersea city. Hundreds of paddling boats were connected to their heads and tails, as if there was no end.

The Fishman King helped Zheng Yi float up, board the boat, and removed the air cover from Zheng Yi's body.

Zheng Yi sincerely hopes to continue to protect himself, so that he can feel a little safe.

"How many years has this city been?" Zheng Yi asked the Fishman King.

The Fishman King didn't say anything along the way. Even if he helped Zheng Yi, he just did not speak. He said:

“Thirty thousand years ago, God created this kingdom.”

Zheng Yi thought that Xiao Lu was still very capable. Anyway, the ability of Sequence 2 could not complete this miracle. But why is a "god" who surpasses Sequence 2 or even exceeds Sequence 1 so respectful to the gray fog?

Zheng Yi did not chat with the untalented fish man king, and his eyes scanned the living environment of the fish man under the sea. These fish man lived in bubbles in the water, and water was injected into the bubbles to create a water city. At the same time, they were not afraid of high pressure, or even worried that the water pressure would change rapidly, which would cause the nitrogen in the body fluid to turn into bubbles and cause embolism.

Their body fluids may not contain nitrogen.

No matter from which perspective, Zheng Yi thinks that the fishman is a strange creature.

The fleet sailed to the palace in the center of the city. It could be seen outside the bubbles, which was different from all buildings.

Entering it, Zheng Yi was surprised to find that the reef was filled with water. All fishmen were swimming in the water and living. Furniture similar to furniture was either scattered on the reef walls and the seabed, or directly suspended in the air.

Considering that they can breathe in water and are not afraid of water pressure, why should they inflate in cities?

Zheng Yi felt that this might involve the belief and aesthetic pursuit of fishman. If he studied sociology, he could probably study it.

The Fishman King was not interested in taking Zheng Yi to visit the palace, so he took him directly to his son's bedroom. Because Zheng Yi was swimming too slowly, he recruited a long-kissed swordfish to let Zheng Yi take care of him.

"My son has a strange disease." The fishman king finally came to his son and pointed at a son in the crystal room.

The crystal room was suspended in the middle of the palace, with no water inside. The fishman prince wore a silver lace, sat in a chair, looking at Zheng Yi blankly. There was a table beside him, with shellfish and fish placed on it, probably his catering.

Zheng Yi saw through the crystal room that the spirit of the fishman prince was different from the sea blue of other fishmans, but silver-white with black gas. He had seen similar spirits, which were priest Rutherford Cook in the world of Annu-Tasamet. The black gas on the outer layer of the spirit body was also very common, and the typical trans energy was either necro or shadow. Fel energy was green.

"What about the specific symptoms?" Zheng Yi asked.

"He grew flesh and blood." The fishman's kingly way.

Zheng Yi was stunned: "Don't you have any flesh and blood?"

The fishman king's eyes stared at Zheng Yi, and suddenly the whole thing began to melt and cracked into bubbles. The bubbles immediately gathered together and turned into the "flesh and flesh" fishman king.

"We have no flesh and blood." The fishman king said: "We cannot have flesh and blood, otherwise the sea will reject us."

Zheng Yi gritted his teeth tightly to avoid losing his composure and opening his mouth and unable to close it.

"And my son, he is a good child, but he grows flesh and blood like food." The fishman king looked at the crystal room, his voice filled with loneliness and regret.

Zheng Yi signaled to let him in. The fishman king nodded slightly, and a bubble popped out of the crystal room and "swallowed" Zheng Yi in. He stood on the floor of the crystal room and saw the little prince standing up, slow movements, as if he was carrying a huge load.

"I don't know if I can help you," Zheng Yi said: "Let's disperse first, stand up and don't move."

The little prince nodded.

Zheng Yi put on the spiritual armor and found that the little prince was slightly frightened. He guided the mitral foil under his feet to spread out, threw out the mitral ball, and drew the magic circle at the little prince's feet to form the [Pure Land].

"The Word: Dispel!"

The light of [dispelling] lingers on the little prince.

The black trans energy returns to the void.

The little prince looked at his body in horror, and his flesh and blood began to melt.

Zheng Yi frowned, and the light of the tulip had hit the little prince: Holy healing!

The golden light flashed but did not fall on the target.

Skill judgment determines that the little prince cannot accept treatment.

But the little prince felt that he could save him again:

"Save, save me..."

Zheng Yi's scalp suddenly became numb, and he watched the little prince's flesh peel off piece by piece.

Among the flesh and blood all over the ground, the little prince's spirit condensed into a silver-white ball of light, suspended in the air.

Dong!

Zheng Yi looked back in shock and saw the fishman king beat the crystal room heavily.

“The saint who travels through the worlds;

The angel who protects the righteous girl in the world of shelter;

Ancolimon, the elves’ friend, was invited by Ms. Valda to visit the stranger of Verinor.”

Mithril silver foil paints the two words "Zheng Yi" on the ground - doctor's font, which cannot be recognized by Chinese people in the medical system.

The light of the tulip hits the ears of the word "Zheng".

Zheng Yi saw a ball of light appearing in front of him, like a gate, and a chorus of heroes came from behind the gate. He stepped into the light without hesitation and took away the silver crystal of the little prince.

The moment he left the water planet, Zheng Yi's after-light sight saw the crystal room burst, and the fishman king stabbed him with a spear.

Fortunately, I walked fast.

Facing the out-of-control family is Zheng Yi’s most disgusting job content.

As Zheng Yi's thoughts turned, the man was already standing among the light and the clouds.

That is the world he created.

Standing on the platform, Zheng Yi looked around—

I'm going, did you go wrong?

Zheng Yi really suspected that he had opened the wrong door.

Under the platform, there were actually sixteen heroic spirits, and five groups of souls that had not become heroic spirits.

The heroes looked up to Zheng Yi, worshiped, joyful, and tranquility.
Chapter completed!