The Moro envoy who went to Feng Kingdom this time was the first to kneel down to the ship king who boarded the ship, with respect written on his face.
Although the Ship King is young, the casual sternness in his eyes has been tempered over time.
"This must be the regent of the Feng Kingdom, whose name I have admired for a long time." The voice was loud and sweet, without any pretense of a king.
Feng Ruohen was used to being cold to strangers, and a light smile appeared on his face, "Nice to meet you." His eyes were still cold.
Captain Moro didn't take it seriously at all and said quite casually, "You and I are both overlords, how about we call each other by our names?"
Sikong Yao and others were heard sweating coldly. After all, they were foreigners from the distant sea. No matter how many years they had lived in this land, their bones were full of sharp blood. They didn't even know what it meant to be... reserved.
His proposal was approved by Feng Ruohen, who responded coldly, "It doesn't matter."
The ship king didn't know where his eyes were looking, but the direction was always along Qin'er's direction.
Feng Ruohen seemed to have noticed something, and secretly understood Sikong Yao beside him.
Sikong Yaoyao naturally moved his body to cover Qin'er, but the Ship King suddenly laughed boldly and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the Regent's shoulders like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. He was so wanton!
"Just call me Qingren, let's go and have a drink on my boat!" He was so familiar that everyone was silent and secretly ashamed.
The person who was dragged away didn't show any sign at all. Since he said he wanted to drink, he went ahead and got out of the boat neatly and went to Moro's battleship.
Sikong Yao followed behind and asked Liniang and Qin'er to stay on the boat to wait and see what happened. At this moment, he didn't know what Feng Ruohen was thinking.
All I know is that the two people were talking and walking, and they vaguely heard that Qing Ren did not come here just to welcome Feng Guo's people.
Is it possible that it is not an alliance between two countries but an alliance between three countries?
The only thing Sikong Yao can think of is Nusha.
But looking at Qing Ren's easy-to-talk appearance but arrogant look in his eyes, it's not like Nusha and Moro have never fought at sea. Who else will come?
Liniang seized the opportunity and asked the woman who had not looked away from the light, "What? Are you worried?"
Qin'er sighed silently, "Sister, what are you talking about? I just think that the ship king..." It's just weird.