Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin wrinkled his nose: "Is this the smell of rotting fish and shrimps?"

Even a fool can smell the fishy smell in the air!

There is no such thing as the fresh smell of bullshit! ?

He glanced at Chaya sideways with a look of disgust on his face: "You have a very strong taste...you actually like this kind of taste?"

Chaya was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and greeted the tall man to move forward quickly.

The tall man avoided his master's sight, nodded calmly to Feng Chenglin, followed closely behind Chaya, and ran forward.

At this time, the white color of fish belly has appeared in the east, and a towering mast can be vaguely seen in the morning light.

On the flag at the top of the mast, a pattern is flying in the wind.

"Third Young Master?" Feng Chenglin also noticed the pattern and couldn't help but look at Matcha.

If he read correctly, the pattern on it should be the pattern on the face of the Sharman tribe.

It seems that this pattern is their totem.

"That is the pattern of the God of Fire and the God of Fire dancing together... It is the God of Fire and the God of Poseidon that we, the Shark Race, believe in..."

"You believe in a lot of gods!?" Feng Chenglin responded casually, covering up his embarrassment of being ignorant.

However, generally speaking, a race will only believe in one god.

But the small Sharman tribe actually believes in two gods!

"Don't you understand this?" Matcha proudly held up her chest, a little proud: "The God of Fire is our mother god, and the God of Poseidon is our father god... To put it simply, they are a couple, and they are in charge together. It’s our world!”

Feng Chenglin: "..."

And this kind of lucky god? !

This is really the first time I’ve heard of it!

"What's that expression on your face?" Matcha looked displeased: "Don't you have a god you believe in?"

"……have……"

"Then there are no husbands and wives in your god?"

"……this……"

"All things in the world have yin and yang, and only then do all things exist... If your gods don't have husbands and wives, then where did you come from?"

Feng Chenglin became more and more embarrassed: "..."

Where did it come from? !

Of course it came out of my mother’s womb! ?

Could it be that gods created him? ?

But right now, it's really hard to discuss such a topic with a girl, so I can only smile awkwardly and say nothing more.

At the beach, before Chaya and the tall man could jump onto the boat, some sailors came up to them and all knelt down.

"Your Highness, are you back?"

To Feng Chenglin's expectation, there were no shark patterns on these people's faces.

The leader of the sailors was a muscular man in his forties. He was bare-chested, barefooted, and wearing knee-exposed shorts, which was completely different from ordinary people's attire.

Due to the exposure to the wind and sun, his skin was swarthy, and in the dim light of the morning sun, it shone with a healthy glow.

"Your Highness, have you found the princess?"

Chaya paused in his steps and gave him a deep look: "Shibanqiao, don't do anything stupid!"

Shi Banqiao was stunned for a moment, then he understood something and rushed to the edge of the ship in two or three steps.

On the dock, Matcha's face instantly darkened when she saw him: "Him?!"

"Who is it?" Feng Chenglin's gossip was suddenly aroused: "There's something wrong with the look in your eyes..."

If he was not blind, the eyes of these two people were somewhat hostile, but there was also something more.

Matcha Yu shut up, bit her lower lip, and looked at the stone bridge faintly.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally quickly boarded the ship.