"Why do you keep looking at Wei Zhiming?" Yuan Yulang asked.
When Wei Zhiming, who had been immersed in eating, heard this, he immediately raised his head and glanced at Tang Ling, his eyes full of confusion.
"Look at the bangs I fixed for him." Tang Ling reacted quickly and said, "Not bad, right?"
Two days ago, Tang Ling couldn't bear it anymore, so she trimmed Wei Zhiming's bangs.
In fact, her craftsmanship is average, she just trimmed her bangs that looked like a dog nibbling.
In fact, although Wei Zhiming looks ordinary, his eyes are very much like those of the Fifth Miss back then. They are very clear, and he must look good when he smiles.
It's a pity that he doesn't like to laugh.
No, I have never laughed.
"Ever since Zhenchao Pass, you look at Wei Zhiming like an elder looking at a junior." Yuan Yulang joked, "Those who don't know would think you have recognized relatives in that prison city."
"I can't stop your mouth if I eat your food." Tang Ling picked up a chopstick of chicken drumsticks and stuffed it into Yuan Yulang's mouth.
I felt a burst of sweat in my heart.
To be honest, since I experienced such a long memory recall in the city, it is impossible not to be affected.
Just like what Yuan Yulang said, because the memory was from the perspective of being of the same generation as Nangong Xun at that time, when I look at Wei Zhiming now, I always feel like I am looking at my own younger generation.
But the reality is that her current body is four years younger than Wei Zhiming.
You have to pay more attention in the future.
After finishing the meal, put the remaining food in the storage bag provided by Song Nan that can keep it fresh.
The fog spread up, and the air suddenly became bitingly cold. Tang Ling closed the window, and Yuan Yulang placed a layer of cold-proof magic circle outside the rooms of several people, which at the same time blocked the outside world from prying inside.
During the half month of sailing, everyone has been cautious under Tang Ling's positive advice.
After discussion, it was decided to keep the relationship between Wei Zhiming and Nangong Xun secret.
In addition, Wei Zhiming and Nangong Xun also privately promised Tang Ling not to tell anyone about Xiao Hei.
Perhaps it was because of Xiao Hei's memory that Tang Ling had an inexplicable trust in the Nangong family and didn't worry too much.
As for Song Nan joining the Black Hell King, no one except Tang Ling knew about it.
Everyone just thought that Song Nan had been practicing abroad in the past few years and got acquainted with the Black Hell King's organization.
After changing into warmer clothes, Tang Ling prepared to practice for a while according to his usual habits.
Just as he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, preparing to enter meditation, the room suddenly shook violently. Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and countless screams and screams were heard in his ears, accompanied by the violent crashing of the waves.
Tang Ling was not in a hurry to go out, but continued to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes again, and suddenly released his consciousness.
The senses of the five senses were magnified several times in an instant, and the vision was through the door, through the corridor, and onto the deck outside.
As far as the eye can see, there are huge waves rising into the sky, like a roaring beast, opening its bloody mouth that covers the sky and swallowing the ship.
The mortals on the boat panicked and held on to the nearest support, while the monks cast spells to stabilize their bodies, and everyone ran as fast as they could into the cabin.
But in the huge mouth of the waves, the people on the boat were as small as ants.
"Is the Kraken coming?"
"Someone fell into the water!"
"The Kraken eats people!"
"Help! Help!"
Most of the people who fell into the water were mortals.
This was obviously not an ordinary sea storm. As the ship shook violently, a huge wave of spiritual power surged from the sea. Several monks had no time to take care of themselves, let alone go to the sea to save others.
If monks are like ants in front of such huge waves, then the countless mortals who fell into the sea are probably nothing more than a group of ants in the eyes of some monks.
Tang Ling tried to penetrate his spiritual consciousness into the sea water.
It was discovered that what caused the ship to shake violently was not a siren, but an undercurrent.
Countless undercurrents surged under the deep blue water, constantly hitting the bottom of the ship. The force was so great that the ship was knocked away from its place in an instant.
Fortunately, the ships that travel between the two continents are relatively sturdy, otherwise ordinary ships would probably fall apart.
Tang Ling continued to spread his consciousness and followed the undercurrent, only to find that the undercurrent was coming from the southwest.
Exploring to the southwest, an extremely strong familiar scent suddenly filled the place.
At the same time, the undercurrent of the collision began to change direction and slowly rotated in a spiral.
Countless undercurrents turn in the same direction, getting faster and faster, leading ships drifting in the waves to follow the undercurrent.
"It's a whirlpool!"
Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
There was already chaos outside the door.
Next to them, the doors of Nangong Xun and Wei Zhiming's rooms were wide open, but there was no one inside.
Yuan Yulang and Yan Liang also just came out. Compared to Yan Liang who was calm and composed, Yuan Yulang's expression was much more solemn.
"I tried to set up a defense formation just now, but it was useless. There was an extremely domineering spiritual power on the sea floor that hindered the formation of the formation - could it be a sea monster?"
"No. A huge whirlpool has been created in the nearby sea for some reason. If the ship is not sailed away, it will be sucked into it sooner or later." Tang Ling said, "Where is the control room on this ship?"
After saying that, Tang Ling felt hot in his arms. He took out the telescope, and Wei Zhiming's face appeared in it.
"Don't come out of the room." Wei Zhiming said, "Nangong Xun and I are at the helm in the control room."
"There is a whirlpool nearby." Tang Ling said before he had time to explain, "I'll go there to help too!"
The mortals in the control room had been knocked unconscious by the waves. When Tang Ling arrived, Nangong Xun was at the helm, and Wei Zhiming was sitting aside to control other mechanisms.
"You are here." Nangong Xun said distractedly, "There is an undercurrent under the boat. I am taking control at the helm, but..."
Tang Lingzheng was delighted that he could discover the undercurrent and sail the boat, and her "just" cheered her up.
"Just what?"
"We are getting closer and closer to the Xianshan Islands. There is too much fog here, and it is not ordinary fog. I can't grasp the direction." Nangong Xun's expression was solemn, "If I can't, I can only abandon the ship and fly."
"But it's easy to fall into fog and illusion when flying." Yuan Yulang said.
"I'll come," Tang Ling said, "I'll try to help you lead the way."
"Okay?" Nangong Xun glanced at Tang Ling and quickly understood what she meant.
"Okay." Tang Ling said.
Yes, Xiao Hei is here and her consciousness is strong, so it should be possible.
"Okay, then Xiao Ming and I will be at the helm, and you will direct the direction." Nangong Xun responded immediately. After all, he was the one who knew best about Xiao Hei being in Tang Ling's body.
"How can I help?" Yuan Yulang asked.
Tang Ling thought of the mortals who had just fallen into the water.
"You can help cast spells to bring the mortals on the deck into the room. If you have spare power, how many people can be saved?"
After saying that, his eyes accidentally caught sight of Yan Liang, who had been watching coldly. Before he could say anything, he looked over, his eyes filled with the unruly expression of "No one can order me."
Tang Ling had no time to pay attention, so she withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes and suddenly dispersed her consciousness.