What is coming? Hu Qingqing looked in the direction Ao Ziyu was looking at in confusion, and a black spot appeared in the gray fog, and the black spot got closer and closer, until it was completely presented in front of Hu Qingqing.

"What's that?" Hu Qingqing narrowed her eyes to look more closely, and the black dot had already come out. The little black dot was actually a small bamboo boat, and the boatman on the boat was dressed in a blue-gray robe, wearing a lily hat, and his eyes were buried in the shadow of the lily hat, and he didn't know his mood.

The ferryman saw the two of them, but as if he didn't see them, he slowly swung over the boat, and when the boat stopped firmly near the shore, he said in a low voice: "On the Huangquan Road, in the realm of the Tianhe, do you want to cross the river or die?"

"Cross the river. Ao Ziyu replied to the ferryman's words while pulling Hu Qingqing onto the boat.

"The people of the fairy world are not here to die?" The ferryman paused for a moment and said with a smile: "It's also strange." ”

"When I came to the river, I naturally crossed the river. Ao Ziyu replied lightly, his face calm.

"Hehe, you people in the fairy realm are able to speak well. The ferryman chuckled, not knowing whether he was ridiculing Ao Ziyu or replying to his words.

Hu Qingqing listened to the conversation between the two, and only felt that she was in a fog. Aren't the two of them just crossing a river? Fox Qingqing sat in the middle of the boat, the ferryman silently supported the boat at the stern, and Ao Ziyu stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the scene in the distance.

"People of the fairy world, you have to pay attention. The wind and waves ahead are not so easy, and the fox you brought with you is very dangerous in the face of the wind and waves that will be in the future. The ferryman shook the oars as he spoke to Ao Ziyu in his deep voice.

"Thank you. Ao Ziyu responded, took out a white fur cloak from the bronze ring on his index finger, threw it to Hu Qingqing, and said, "Put it on." ”

Hu Qingqing took the cloak in confusion and put it on her body obediently. After a long time, she felt the unusually warm of this cloak, and then she asked curiously, "What kind of cloak is this? ”

"The fox fur cloak of the thousand-year-old fox demon. ”

"......" Hu Qingqing pursed her lips, feeling three black lines on her forehead. Is this guy wearing a fox fur cape? Is this guy too nervous or something?