Princess Against the World

"Sanshao, the fish soup is here..."

Feng Chenglin smiled and brought out a bowl of steaming fish soup, interrupting the two of them.

"The fish was slaughtered by myself and live, so this fish soup is also delicious..."

His merriment of offering treasures seemed to be holding up fish soup, but the strange color in Ling Luoyu's eyes was not caught.

After taking the fish soup in his hand--

"Old man, you come first!"

She turned around and gave the fish soup to the old helmsman.

"Three... less?"

Not only was Feng Chenglin stunned, the old helmsman also stunned.

"girl?"

What is this for?

To be friendly, or--

Don't have any thoughts?

But there seems to be nothing wrong with their conversation just now! ?

Seeing Ling Luoyu's stubborn hand, he hesitated for a while before slowly taking the fish soup.

"Girl, you are..."

Is there medicine in the fish soup?

"Old man, if I want to kill you, just pick up the knife and drop it... I won't use poison! Because this is a waste of my medicine!"

"..."

Ling Luoyu said that if the old helmsman didn't take it, it would be really ugly.

"The girl misunderstood what I meant... I just think, this... this fish soup was given to you by Mr. Feng, you give it to me now..."

"What's this? It's just a bowl of fish soup..." Ling Luoyu put the fish soup in his hand, but didn't let go.

The old helmsman subconsciously looked up at her.

"Old man, what you will get...maybe more!!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help widening his eyes, looking at the fish soup for unknown reasons.

In that bowl of fish soup, not only fish, but also his love is good? !

But this little love was just given away?

but--

Who are you giving it to?

Why give it to an old man! ?

Ling Luoyu ignored his eyes, turned and left, walked towards the bow, looking straight to the east.

Feng Chenglin followed closely: "Three young masters?"

"His last name is Mo!"

"……what?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, and barely called out in the next second.

"You...what did you say?"

Turning his head abruptly, he looked at the old helmsman, his mouth twitched.

"His... last name Mo? Third Young Master, do you suspect that he is Mo Xuanchen's...Mo?"

"Fatty, you and I know that the life span of the Mo family is quite long..."

"Yes! Look at that Mo Xuanchen, who is several thousand years old, and he looks like an old demon who is not old...what a demon..."

"So it's no surprise that this old man is a thousand years old, but... is he a bit too old?"

The people of the Mohist school belong to the series of longevity in terms of clan blood.

And this person, although only a thousand years old, is already a dying old man.

At this point, compared to Mo Xuanchen, it is simply not a rank—

Mo Xuanchen is the king, this guy is at best a bronze!

"Fatty, do you remember what he said, because of the impure blood, the life span of the shark tribe is long or short?"

"Remember, oh... San Shao, you mean, this guy... Although his surname is Mo, he is not a pure Mo family! Because of their impure blood, their life span is shortened... It's just this shortening, more From the point of view of the shark tribe, they are still longevity!"

Looking around, Feng Chenglin withdrew his gaze, scratched his nose with his fingertips, and coughed.

"That, the third master..."

"Say!"

"...What I said may be wrong, but..."

"You said!"