Because this time there were two more people than last time, the Transparent Bridge allocated wooden boats, trying to make their weight evenly - Chi Shen, Mu Su, Karen, and Lina took a boat, she, Jun Moxiao, Yinghua,

Smell the fragrance and sit one by one.

She was definitely not distributing this way because she wanted to watch the show.

The cliff behind him gradually disappeared into the morning mist. As the wooden boat drifted into the deep sea, the lead-colored sea was replaced by the deep and dark ocean.

The players' rational value decline begins to accelerate.

The two rows of trails gradually dispersed as the wooden boat passed.

"How long will we float?" Yinghua acted like Mu Su who went out to sea for the first time and the second time, lying on the side of the boat and looking down curiously.

The waterline of the boat is very deep, and the top of the boat's side is less than 10 cm from the water surface. However, the Transparent Bridge is not worried about these. The guides of other players going to sea show that even if there are people on the wooden boat, they will not overturn even if they encounter storms.

So theoretically, even if dozens of players are piled up on the wooden boat, it cannot be allowed to sink - but it not only looks stupid, but also looks like a delivery to your door.

"I don't know, I might have to make a turn at several sea cliffs." Transparent Bridge replied.

In any case, the title power of the Fiery God ensures that they will not lose their way.

There are only two results of this voyage: arriving at the destination smoothly or dying on the road.

Mu Su lay on the side of the ship, staring at the reflection of his broken and twisted face in the sea at a close distance.

At some point, another overlapping hideous face suddenly appeared under the reflection, staring at Mu Su on the water with resentment.

"cough--"

Mu Su, who was tilting his head back, could not see the face that appeared under the water. He felt his throat itchy, cleared his throat, and spit out a broken reflection: "Ph——"

"Don't spit strange things into the water..." The transparent bridge on another boat looked disgusted.

"Why is it strange to spit!" Mu Su was dissatisfied. "Once upon a time, have you ever spit out a big sticky phlegm with pleasure?"

"Mu Su, you... are evil!" Wen Xiang grinned and put on a mask called disgust. She thought that shit, peeing, butt thorns were disgusting, and she also had enough immunity.

"Who knows if the weirdness will even curse you because your spit is traced back to your location?"

"Is it so magical?" Mu Su was shocked from morning to night and shouted that he would return soon.

"It's just my concern, and it's too late." Transparent Bridge said.

"It's time." Mu Su looked serious. "My phlegm is strong and chewy, it must still float on the sea."

"vomit--"

Smell the fragrance and retching.

Mu Su remembered something, and turned his head to Lina and said, "When it comes to magic, I have a friend, he is a rookie magician."

"magician?"

Lina asked curiously, she was not afraid that Mu Su would disgust her at all - anyway, he would beg for mercy at that time.

"It's not a magician, it's a magician, the kind of chanting spells with a staff."

"Isn't that a wizard?" Lina tilted her head.

Mu Su gestured with his hands and explained loudly: "It's a magician! He also needs to meditate, learn spells, and shoot big fireballs like biubiu."

"Oh~ the role-playing magician is right?" Lina suddenly realized.

Mu Su suddenly stood up and led the wooden boat under him to sway continuously: "Magic! Mysterious test, unscientific magician!"

The Fiery God looked at each other with a transparent bridge on another boat, and he nodded knowingly, pressing down his center of gravity to prevent the boat from capsizing.

"Is this magician you mentioned beautiful?" Yinghua, who was lying on the side of the ship, leaned back.

"It's not a question of whether he is beautiful or not! He is really that kind... the rare kind." Mu Su said softly as if immersed in his memories: "The first spell he learned was cleaning. Don't

The magician casts spells on people and cleanses the dust on his body, and only he will cleans off his clothes."

"What does it mean?" Yin Xiang spoke.

"It turns into light." Mu Su patted his belly.

"So he is your friend." Wen Xiang summarized it very well.

"So maybe it's just that he learned the wrong spell?" asked Transparent Bridge.

"Learning the wrong spell can't make his relatives shine."

"Why did you turn your loved ones' clothes away?" Wen Xiang couldn't understand.

"The magician is incredible."

"Is it too incredible?"

It was noisy for a while, and the sea surface did not change anyway—

Although this is a good thing, it can make people feel bored.

"Why don't we have a tense and exciting Xiao Musu's big running team 2.0?" Musu suggested.

"Forget it." Transparent Bridge didn't find it interesting at all. "Unless the host changes to me."

"Why do you think it's called Xiao Musu's big running group?" Mu Su said he was not allowed to talk.

Passing time is over and over again.

As time goes by, Mu Su and others have also changed from being excited and nervous to being bored.

Considering this boring and dangerous voyage lasts all day, Transparent Bridge proposes that everyone is not required to be online, as long as you take turns staying awake, others can go to work on real things or hang up.

As if responding to the proposal of the Transparent Bridge, the sound of the ship's whistle echoed in the depths of the mist, awakening the sleepy players...

Players followed the sound and looked into the depths of the ocean, looming, with a huge shadow intersecting them.

When closest, players can see the shadows covered with rust and the thick chimneys - the lost ship.

Players watched quietly as the behemoth passed through the edge of the mist, like a whale.

At this time, Mu Su Musu, who leaned in Lina's arms, secretly pinched Kalian's little hand, and put his feet on Chi Shen's legs, sat up straight and waved at it.

As if responding, the distant whistle sensation spread over the sea.

The ship gradually disappeared in the mist, and the sea returned to tranquility.

Nothing happened in the next few hours.

Players are offline or cutting out the game one after another. Although Mu Su is still in the game, he can also be regarded as not present - he is asleep.

As the afternoon approached, only Jun Moxiao was still awake on the two wooden boats that were drifting with the flow but were determined to sail in a certain direction.

"How can you not open it..."

A vague voice suddenly sounded from another boat.

Jun Moxiao, who was staring at the sea water, came back to his senses and suddenly shuddered.

That was Mu Su's voice.

"Open your legs..."

The whisper that made Jun Moxiao's back continued to ring. He seemed to hear Mu Su approaching with a grim smile, saying words like "Jun Moxiao, now you are the only one who is left to dig two of them, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

"Open a little more..."

The blue veins appeared on the forehead. Jun Moxiao couldn't bear Mu Su's harassment anymore, and turned angrily: "I didn't sign your contract because the content you wrote could not be reached-"

The sound came to an abrupt end.

He saw Mu Su still sleeping, and it was his dreams he made before.

It turned out to be a dream talk...

Don’t laugh and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Turn around and draw a perfect circle..."

It turned out to be a compass...
Chapter completed!