With a flick of his finger, a small ice millenza immediately spawned out of thin air, and then shot out, hitting a snow-white seabird standing on the side of the ship.

The seabird was stunned, and was walking leisurely, but after being suddenly pricked, it spread its wings and flew up, and after a few turns, it flew back to another boat, and continued to scatter.

Shui Wuyue Qi turned around slightly, and said to Yayoi who was standing aside, "How about it, it's a good technique." Now, all I have to do is shake hands lightly......"

Then, Shui Wuyueqi did not continue, but made a gesture to indicate "burst".

Yayoi's eyelids jumped, he turned his head slightly, avoiding Shui Wuyueqi's interested eyes, and said in a somewhat astringent voice: "Patriarch, the Shui Wuyue clan has you, it's really not lucky or unlucky!"

A small technique, even if the effect is more ferocious, is nothing. But from it, you can slightly peek into the murderous fierceness of Shui Wuyueqi's heart. Under the leadership of such a patriarch, it is no wonder that Yayoi is worried about the future of the Mizuki clan.

Unexpectedly, I don't know what this sentence made Shui Wuyue Qi think of, and suddenly laughed, and said while laughing: "Yayoi, if it weren't for me, the Shui Wuyue clan would probably usher in a catastrophe in more than ten years." ”

Before Yayoi could speak, a short man with a sword walked over and shouted loudly as he walked, "Hey, what are you yelling at, can you afford to disturb the rest of the adults?"

Shui Wuyueqi glanced at the man, and with a flick of his hand, a bright light flashed in the air.

The man also saw a flash of light flying towards him, and thought that Shui Wuyueqi had thrown some hidden weapon at him, so he immediately reached out and touched the handle of the knife.

But before he could draw his sword, the light flew in front of him, and then vanished.

The man shook his head, and didn't find any discomfort in him, thinking that the handsome little white face in front of him was teasing him, and a hideous color immediately appeared on his face, and his hand pressed on the knife, and said while continuing to walk forward in great strides: "Little white face, it seems that you want Uncle Ben to love you well?"

Yayoi's face changed, and he was about to step forward, but suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.

Yayoi turned his head, just in time to see the excitement on Shui Wuyuekai's face, and asked with some confusion, "My lord?"

Shui Wuyue Qi stretched out his hand, pulled Yayoi back to him, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and said, "I have some other interesting ways to play that technique." ”

As he spoke, Shui Wuyue Qi raised one hand to his chest, lightly pinched a seal, and whispered in his mouth: "Qi." ”

As Shui Wuyueqi's voice fell, the man trembled violently, then covered his chest tightly, and slowly collapsed to the ground, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans in an instant, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

The people in the distance saw that something was not quite right, and immediately drew their swords and ran towards this side while shouting something.

But apparently it was too late.

Almost at the same time as the footsteps of a few people in the distance, the stout man let out a hoarse roar that was not human-like in his throat.

"Poof!"

A sharp, cold gleaming ice spike bolted out of his eye socket, and a bloodied eye hung from it.