Princess Against the World

He patted his chest heavily, and with that powerful movement, he felt pain when he saw the old helmsman.

Fortunately, this guy is drunk. It is estimated that he has to spit out a mouthful of blood at this time-self-injured!

Feng Chenglin mumbled and said something vaguely, while standing there with vague eyes, shaking.

Look at this? It's a mode of standing and taking a nap and falling asleep!

"Mr. Wind?"

The old helmsman pushed him gently.

"Want to find someone to take you back to rest?"

"...Huh?" Feng Chenglin raised his head abruptly and opened his eyes, as if he was awakening from a big dream: "What...what are you doing?"

Old helmsman: "..."

What to do

What are you saying?

What else? !

"I said, should I find someone to take you back to rest? Look, it's going to dawn..."

"No! I want to watch the sunrise here!" Feng Chenglin stubbornly took a step forward, and actually hugged his arm, hanging on his body like this, whimpering vaguely: "I want to watch the sun on the sea. Out...I've never seen the sunrise...sunrise...sunrise..."

As the ship swayed, he swayed, getting shorter from time to time, and then stood up again.

The old helmsman turned his head quietly and looked at his legs--

Because of being drunk, this guy's knees couldn't stand at all.

When he saw that he was about to fall, he stood up again instinctively, just not falling!

"It's the first time I have seen someone so drunk who can continue to stand..."

The old helmsman was a little proud, proudly holding his head high.

"It's not that I'm bragging, in the Shark Race, no one can drink me..."

"Who said I was drunk? I'm not drunk!"

Feng Chenglin raised his head unexpectedly, squinting at the old helmsman.

"If you don't believe it, just... ask me questions... see if I can answer... out... out..."

"Mr. Wind, your tongue is rolling..."

"...Hu... nonsense..." Feng Chenglin shook off the old helmsman, holding the wheel, and trying to stand up straight: "You...you said..."

He looks like this is hanging on the steering wheel.

It is estimated that if it were not for the steering wheel, the whole person would be limp to the ground and become a puddle of mud.

"Feng Chenglin, if you want to say it, just talk about it... Where did you come from?" the old helmsman asked tentatively.

Seriously, these days, the sailors are guessing in private—

Where did these two people come from?

What is their purpose?

but?

No one can say the final result!

"Me?" Feng Chenglin pointed to his nose, drooping his head solemnly: "Where do I... come from?"

"Yes indeed!"

"...I'm from there..."

Feng Chenglin swayed around and hung on the old helmsman again, with his left finger pointing behind him.

"Over there...I came from there...very far away, a place called Earth...Have you heard of it?"

The old helmsman shook his head: "No..."

He also knows some of the towns around here, how can he know the "far, far" place? !

Feng Chenglin's inner cos: I know you don't know! I don’t even know!

But on the surface--

"On the other side of the earth, there is a place called the Imperial Capital. I and San Young Master came from there..."

His eyes were blurred, and his sense of danger was also released.

"Did you know? Our childhood was miserable... Our family abandoned us, we grew up wandering..."