"San Shao, fish soup is here..."

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

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

He happily offered treasures and seemed to hold fish soup, but he didn't even get the strange color in Ling Luoyu's eyes.

After taking the fish soup from him-

"Old man, come first!"

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

"Three...seven?"

Not only Feng Chenglin was stunned for a moment, but the old helmsman was also stunned.

"girl?"

What is this for?

Showing friendship or—

What other thoughts?

But there seems to be nothing wrong with their conversation just now!?

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

"Girl, you are..."

Could it be that the fish soup is put in the medicine?

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

“…”

After Ling Luoyu said this, it would be a bit ugly if the old helmsman did not take it over again.

"The girl misunderstood what I mean... I just think, this... this fish soup was given to you by Mr. Feng, and you give it to me now..."

"What's the matter? Just a bowl of fish soup..." Ling Luoyu put the fish soup in his hand, but did not let go.

The old helmsman subconsciously looked up at her.

"Old man, what you will get in the future...maybe more!!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but stare at the fish soup for no reason—

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

But this little love is given out like this?

but--

Who are you giving it to?

Why give it to an old man?

Ling Luoyu ignored his eyes, turned around and left, walked towards the bow of the boat, and looked straight into the east.

Feng Chenglin followed closely behind: "Three Young Master?"

"His surname is Mo!"

"……What?"

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

"What did you say?"

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

"He...s last name is Mo? San Shao. Do you suspect that he is Mo Xuanchen's...Mo?"

"Fatty, you and I know that the Mo family's lifespan is quite long..."

"Yes! Look at Mo Xuanchen, he is thousands of years old, and he is still like an old monster... what does the monster look like..."

"So, it's nothing strange for this old man to be one thousand years old, but... isn't he a little too old?"

In terms of clan blood, the people of the Mo family belong to the longevity series.

And this person, although only a thousand years have passed, is already an old man in his twilight years.

In this regard, compared to Mo Xuanchen, it is simply not the same level—

Mo Xuanchen is the king, and this guy is at most a bronze!

"Fatty, do you still remember what he said, does the mermaids have a long lifespan because of impure bloodlines?"

"Remember, oh...San Shao, you mean, this guy... Although his surname is Mo, he is not a pure Mo family! Because his bloodline is impure, their lifespan has been shortened... It's just that this shortening is still a long-lived person compared to the mermaids!"

As his eyes froze, Feng Chenglin withdrew his gaze, his fingertips shaved his nose, and he coughed with a clean cough.

"That, the third young master..."

"explain!"

"…I may be a little wrong, but..."

"you say!"
Chapter completed!