The ship slowly moved forward, and the blood on the deck had been cleaned up. The body was thrown directly into the North Sea. After sinking to the bottom of the sea, even if it was not eaten by fish and shrimp, it would gradually rot and turn into soil.

Li Fuyao continued to sit at the bow of the boat, watching Feng Lu direct the handyman to the helm, and he felt a little funny. The donkey had not completely absorbed the effect of the medicine, so it was a donkey, but it liked to stand, put its hind legs on the ground, and then walked around the deck, waving its hooves.

The scene was really funny.

Everyone survived the disaster and received Li Fuyao's promise. They were in a much better mood. Looking at the funny black donkey, they didn't think anything was wrong. There was even a brave handyman who could chat with him for a few words.

The atmosphere on the ship was harmonious.

The big ship was slowly moving on the North Sea. Occasionally, if you met other big ships, you would lean over to sell the goods. Whenever Feng Lu came to this time, he would honestly land on the ground with his legs and kept wandering on the deck.

During this period, a monk asked whether the donkey was sold. Several handymen were stunned and then refused, saying that it was the owner's donkey, and he took it to sea to see it, but he didn't sell it.

In the end, nothing happened.

The goods on the ship were very easy to sell, but the wooden barrels containing alcohol were empty very quickly. Feng Lu didn't find anything else these days, but he drank too much when drinking. Li Fuyao was a little shocked, but in the end he didn't say anything.

A month has passed before I knew it.

But before Li Fuyao found the big ship he was looking for, he was a little silent. Thinking of the holy pill on his body, he felt a little guilty. He had been passively accepting this kind of thing, but since he accepted it, he had to do it for others.

Besides, the reward for a holy pill is really not low.

Since someone has known the identity of a swordsman, Li Fuyao has been raising swords these days. When he opens his eyes and looks at the sea, he feels his mood is broad and feels that the sword energy is running faster in the meridians.

Every time he raises his sword, Feng Lu is far away, and sometimes he simply goes back to the cabin, not wanting to see that scene.

The handyman on the boat had heard the rumors about the swordsman, so he not only did not dare to say more, but some people were also a little amazed.

But they didn't know that the days passed day by day, and Li Fuyao became more and more impatient.

One evening, Feng Lu sat beside him. The black donkey drank a lot of wine. He looked a little drunk. He put a big hoof on Li Fuyao's shoulder and said with a blurred look, "Do you know, there is a girl there who has a bad temper at all, but her father is so good, so many people want to marry her. A few days ago, a little tiger cub ran to her house to propose marriage. Unfortunately, before she even saw her father's face, she was slapped into the river by the girl."

"Yes, her father's identity is not something that ordinary people can see."

"You don't know. That girl's father likes to eat good food the most, such as Bai Ze's mutton, and a century-old turtle soup. If I don't have my uncle's protection, I wouldn't dare to wander around in them. This would be a donkey's life. As for the proposal of marriage, I can only think about it. Even if the little tiger cub doesn't succeed, I probably won't succeed either."

Li Fuyao was a little amused when he heard these words. He had known that this donkey was unreliable, but now it seems that it is not ordinary unreliable, and it seems to be particularly unreliable.

He thought about it and asked, "Since that girl has a bad temper, why do she still like it?"

"That girl has a bad temper, but she is pretty. Who doesn't like it?"

Feng Lu turned his head and pointed a donkey face at Li Fuyao.

Because I was drunk, some saliva was still in my mouth.

Li Fuyao was a little helpless and patted the sword box behind him.

Feng Lu quickly turned his head and smiled awkwardly, "Don't care, I've drunk too much."

Li Fuyao patted his thigh and signaled the donkey to continue talking.

Feng Lu laughed and said, "That girl is the most dazzling pearl in our place. If anyone can pick him away, I'm afraid he will be chased and beaten to death by a group of young people."

Li Fuyao asked a distracted question, "Are all the young people there like you?"

Feng Lu patted his chest with his big hoof and was about to speak.

Li Fuyao waved his hand and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll ask casually, don't care."

Feng Lu said oh, remembering that his uncle came to Beihai this time to stop something from happening. Then the protagonist of that incident seemed to have something to do with the girl's father. When the fight broke out, can his uncle beat the girl's father?

Feng Lu remembered the rumors in the demonic land before and shook his head.

The girl's father was beaten by the Sangjiang River and vomited blood. Now it is even better than that of the past. It seems that his uncle has no chance.

But it was not worried that its uncle would die here at all. He knew his uncle's temperament best, just run away if he couldn't beat him. People with this idea generally do not die easily.

The big ship kept moving forward, Feng Lu kept talking, while Li Fuyao looked forward alone, with a dull expression.

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...

On another large ship less than a few miles away from Li Fuyao, a sloppy swordsman and a woman in green stood at the bow of the ship.

This big ship is also some Dayu's wild cultivators, but unlike Li Fuyao's boarding, the sloppy swordsman and the woman in green have a simpler and more direct way to board the boat. They beat the wild cultivators on the boat directly.

Then I got an invitation to board the boat.

The sloppy swordsman promised not to compete with them for the holy pill. If he caught it and was discovered by others, he would even set his sword for them.

No one thought he was a swordsman, but it seemed that even an ordinary wild cultivator had an extremely high level.

If you can't afford to offend, you can only accept your fate.

But more than a month passed, and the sloppy swordsman did not care about anything other than drinking. The woman in green was even taciturn, and the monks on the boat got used to their existence.

The big ship was slowly moving on the sea, and the sloppy swordsman was hanging a sword around his waist. He looked at the sea in the distance, thinking that if he saw Kun, he could only kill him if he saw him?

And the girl who gradually lost interest in this trip to the North Sea stood at the bow and said bored.

She knew more than that sloppy swordsman, so she knew very well what would happen here, although the time was unclear.

Until today, this big ship meets another big ship.

The woman in green stood at the bow of the boat and saw the donkey on the big boat. Then she looked away and saw a young man with a big hoof on her shoulder.

The appearance of young people has not changed much compared to before.

In dusk, the scene was absurd.
Chapter completed!