Princess Against the World

"Third Young Master, the fish soup is here..."

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

"I slaughtered this fish myself and it was alive, so the fish soup is also very delicious..."

He happily presented the treasure as if he was holding the fish soup, but he didn't notice the strange color in Ling Luoyu's eyes at all.

After taking the fish soup from his hand——

"Old man, you come first!"

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

"Three... less?"

Not only Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, but the old helmsman was 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! ?

Looking at Ling Luoyu's stubborn hand, he hesitated for a moment before slowly taking the fish soup.

"Girl, what are you..."

Is there some medicine in the fish soup?

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

"..."

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

"Young lady, you misunderstood me... I just feel that this... this fish soup was given to you by Mr. Feng. You give it to me now..."

"What's here? It's just a bowl of fish soup..." Ling Luoyu put the fish soup into his hand but did not let go.

The old helmsman looked up at her subconsciously.

"Old man, what you will get in the future...may be even more!!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the fish soup in confusion——

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

But this little love is given away like this?

but--

Who would you give it to?

Why give it to an old man! ?

Ling Luoyu ignored his look, turned and left, heading towards the bow of the ship, looking straight to the east.

Feng Chenglin followed closely: "Third Young Master?"

"His surname is Mo!"

"……What?"

Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, and then almost screamed out in the next second.

"You...what did you say?"

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

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

"Fat man, you and I both know that the Mo family has a long lifespan..."

"That's right! Look at Mo Xuanchen, he's thousands of years old, and he looks like an ageless old demon... He looks like a demon..."

"So, it's not surprising that this old man is a thousand years old, but... isn't he a little too old?"

The people of the Mo family belong to the longevity series in terms of clan blood.

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

At this point, compared to Mo Xuanchen, he is simply not in the same rank——

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

"Fat man, do you still remember what he said, that because of the impure blood of the Sharman race, their lifespans can be long or short?"

"Remember, oh... Third Young Master, you mean, this guy... although his surname is Mo, he is not a pure Mo family! Because their blood is impure, their lifespan is shortened... It's just that this shortening is much shorter than As far as the Shark race is concerned, he is still a long-lived person!"

Looking around, Feng Chenglin looked away, scratched his nose with his fingertips, and coughed.

"Well, Third Young Master..."

"explain!"

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

"you say!"