"...You can't show off to him just because this guy also has his surname Mo!? You know, we can count on him to solve our puzzles! You can't just hear that he is from the Mo family, just... Don't you have the heart to start?"

He sang enough of the previous dramas, and when she was about to end, she suddenly came to disrupt the scene. Then the previous ones were sung for nothing! ?

Ling Luoyu played with side eyes slightly: "Who said I want to show mercy?"

"Are you merciless?" Feng Chenglin couldn't help frowning: "If you are merciless, then you..."

"Slap someone, don't give a sweet date!?"

"The two of us, one sings the white face and the other sings the red face, are the perfect partners!"

"Then..." Fengcheng Lin suddenly laughed, "San Young Master, your mind is good, but... how does that guy say he is also a thousand years old, so he can't see your mind clearly?"

People of that age, even those who have no scheming, will be wise because of experience.

He could recall Ling Luoyu's methods sooner or later.

"I know... people who have lived so many years old, if they don't see my careful thoughts, they will definitely not live so long..."

Her words made Feng Chenglin think he had heard it wrong.

"San Young Master, you...what do you mean? You know him... Since he can see your mind, you still treat him like this? Don't you be afraid that he is suspicious and wary of you?"

If you become wary, the previous efforts will be wasted.

"All I want is his suspicion!"

"Only if he is suspicious, can he know what I am thinking..."

"... Third Young Master, which drama are you singing?"

Ling Luoyu smiled without saying a word, and turned to look at the old helmsman.

Feng Chenglin was puzzled, and followed her gaze.

Behind him, the old helmsman did not eat the bowl of soup, but looked at Ling Luoyu with a strange expression.

Ling Luoyu smiled lightly and gestured with his jaw.

The old helmsman was a little unnaturally laughed, and then he twitched his mouth as a response.

Feng Chenglin's eyes wandered over the two of them, and he shook his head thoughtfully--

This kind of scheming thing has never been his strong point.

He was still at ease as Ling Luoyu's pawn, and he was ready to charge with her.

With a long breath, he turned his head and looked towards the east of the sunrise.

Suddenly--

"Three Masters..."

His eyes squinted, and he couldn't help but look away, pointing forward.

"What is that? Are we here?"

In the sunlight ahead of them, a black horizon faintly jumped out of the water.

"But...according to the distance they gave us, we...it seems to have to walk for a few days to get to the island where the mackerel clan is located, how come now..."

Before Feng Chenglin's voice fell, a sharp horn suddenly came from his ear:

"Woo!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank: "Fatty, that's not an island..."

The island is not so short.

Nor will it appear in the horizon!

"It's not an island, what else could it be?" Feng Chenglin turned his head to look at the watch tower.

The sailor above is blowing the characteristic conch horn with his cheeks bulging.

At the moment when the horn sounded, the sailors, including the old helmsman, ran towards the bow.

"No way?"

"How can they show up during the day!?"

"Damn it!"

"What are you doing?"

The stone bridge dashed out from the cabin under the deck, Chiguo with his upper body and bare feet.