At the moment of Matcha, Cha Mi's eyes narrowed, and he nodded calmly.

He also couldn't remember, there are any invisible secrets in the Shaman Race!

If these secrets can be exchanged for these two people, it is not a disadvantage to him.

Therefore, he acquiesced in the meaning of matcha.

With a clear cough, the matcha avoided his sight: "Miss Ling, there are too many trivial things about the Yao people, I don't know where to tell..."

"Speak from the beginning!"

"what?"

"Start from the beginning!"

Ling Luoyu smiled evilly and curled his lips: "For example, how did your Shark Clan come from...Isn't it because of the Old City Lord... something?"

The matcha expression moved slightly, but then it became calmer--

These two people have been on the boat for quite a while, and it is not unusual to know about the Old City Lord.

"Miss Ling, to me, those things about Old City Lord are just heard, so I don't know what the matter is..."

"Then talk about some things that are not heard...Of course, these things have to decide whether I want to save you!"

"..." The matcha glanced at Cha Mi calmly.

This sentence is simple, but it is very rare to do it

Because they weren't sure what kind of things could cause Ling Luoyu's sympathy.

Looking at her appearance, she seemed to say it casually.

But they knew that she must have come with purpose.

Ling Luoyu deliberately couldn't see their eye contact: "So, whether you can save you... it depends on whether you want to be saved!"

Cha Mi nodded at the matcha, motioning for her to respond, then turned and stood at the stern of the boat, watching the approaching sea boat of the plundering race.

The wind was rushing, and everyone seemed to have heard the drums of the plundering race.

"sister"

Matcha also realized that the time was pressing, and Guo cut his mouth: "Miss Ling, I don't know what you want to know, so what I tell you will include rumors and records from our ancestors..."

Ling Luoyu leaned on the stern, smiling like a blue: "You just say it, I'll listen to it..."

"If we go back to our ancestors, our ancestors are indeed not... not a king, but a small official in the old city lord's house! This is not a secret. There are rumors in the whole scorpion race, so I don't embrace hiding anything... "

The story told by Matcha is similar to what they heard on the boat these past two days.

Even if there are any newly added stories, they are all trivial things.

Seeing that the ship of the plundering race was getting closer and closer, the drums of battle were loud, but the expressions of Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin did not change at all, the matcha could not help but be impatient.

"Miss Ling, I'm telling the truth..."

"I know!" Ling Luoyu still had that irrelevant expression: "I have heard about these things from your subordinates, so I am willing to believe that what you say is the truth!"

Matcha: "..."

The words sounded sincere, but the expression and tone of voice were completely different.

"Miss Ling..."

"I'm listening, girl, please go on!"

"...What are you going to listen to? I..." Matcha flared anxiously, but didn't dare to break it out, lest it really offend her.

"Matcha girl, our three youngsters have said it... If you really don't understand, or don't want to say it, it really doesn't matter!"