Princess Against the World

He patted his chest hard, and the old helmsman felt pain with that powerful movement.

Fortunately, this guy was drunk, so he probably had to spit out a mouthful of blood at this time - a self-inflicted injury!

Feng Chenglin was mumbling something incoherently while standing there with blurry eyes, shaky.

Look at this, it’s the mode of taking a nap while standing up and falling asleep!

"Mr. Feng?"

The old helmsman gave him a gentle push.

"Do you want someone to take you back to rest?"

"...Huh?" Feng Chenglin suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, as if waking up from a big dream: "What...what do you want to do?"

Old helmsman: "..."

What to do?

What did you say you wanted to do?

What else can you do? !

"I said, do you want someone to take you back to rest? Look, it's almost dawn..."

"No! I want to watch the sunrise here!" Feng Chenglin took a step forward stubbornly, hugged his arm, and hung it on his body, sobbing inarticulately: "I want to watch the sunrise on the sea. Sunrise...I have never seen the sunrise...sunrise...sunrise..."

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

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

Because he was drunk, this guy's knees couldn't stand at all.

When he was about to fall, he stood up again out of instinct, but he just wouldn't fall!

"This is the first time I've seen someone so drunk that they can still stand..."

The old helmsman was a little proud and held his head high proudly.

"I'm not bragging, in the Sharman tribe, no one can drink better than me..."

"Who says I'm drunk? I'm not drunk!"

Feng Chenglin raised his head unexpectedly and stared at the old helmsman with narrowed eyes.

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

"Mr. Feng, your tongue is curled up..."

"...Nonsense...Nonsense..." Feng Chenglin threw away the old helmsman, supported the steering wheel, and tried to stand upright: "You...you said..."

He looked like he was hanging on the steering wheel.

It is estimated that if it were not for the steering wheel, the whole person would have collapsed to the ground and turned into a puddle of mud.

"Feng Chenglin, if you want to say something, just tell me...where are you from?" the old helmsman asked tentatively.

Seriously, sailors have been secretly speculating these days—

Where did these two people come from?

What is their purpose?

but?

No one can predict the final result!

"Me?" Feng Chenglin pointed to his nose and lowered his head seriously: "Where...do I come from?"

"yes!"

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

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

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

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

He only knew some towns around here, how could he know about places "far, far away"? !

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. That's where Third Young Master and I came from..."

His eyes were blurry, and his consciousness was almost gone.

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