In Tang Zhangwei's eyes, no one has ever given him a headache like Sun Duolu today.

This guy is tanned as black as coal, and he has nothing to do but fart every day.

This guy is there all day babbling gibberish and annoying, this guy has never done anything with people.

In Datang itself, the most difficult thing now is to enter the military.

In the past, it was possible to eat food as a soldier in Datang, but it was too dangerous, but now with the end of the large-scale war, the only thing left is the counterinsurgency war, and the counterinsurgency war has a lot of profits to be made.

In Tang Zhangwei's eyes, as a Tang Dynasty soldier, if there is only food and military salaries left, there is no benefit.

However, he also knows that the vast majority of people don't care how good they say, they actually have these two wishes.

Some pirates have made a name for themselves through the ages with their cruel methods and bravery; Some rely on accumulating wealth and have been passed down through the ages. And the captain had long decided that there was only one way to become immortal: to die without consuming it.

"What the hell is that?" Ling Sifeng asked.

"How beautiful!" Shuanghua said happily.

"Whether it's beautiful or not, wait until you know what it is." The wizard said.

"That's the Edge Rainbow!" A voice in his left ear immediately said, "You're lucky to see it, looking down, better than any angle." ”

The breath coming out of this thing's mouth is very cold, and it has a measles rash. Lingsifeng remained motionless.

"Double-flower?" He asked.

"What's wrong?"

"If I turn around, what will I see?"

"His name is Tisis. He said he was a sea troll. This is his ship. He saved us both. Shuanghua said, "Don't you want to look back now?" ”

"I don't think about it yet, thank you. So why haven't we been swept off the edge of the world? Ling Sifeng said, with a composure in his voice that would break at the touch of a button.

"Because your boat hit the 'edge fence.'" A voice rang out behind him (a tone that reminded Lingsi of what was hidden in the canyons and coral reefs), "Edge fence? He asked again.

"Yes. Circled along the edge of the world. The troll behind it said. Despite the roar of the waterfall, Lingsifeng heard the sound of the oars flipping the water. He hoped it was indeed an oar.

"Ah, you said the edge!" Ling Sifeng said, "Isn't the edge of the edge just the edge of things?" ”

"That's what 'edge fencing' means." The troll said.

"That's what he's talking about." Shuanghua pointed down with her hand, Lingsifeng's gaze followed her fingers, and she didn't dare to look at it......

There was a rope tied to the axial end of the boat, only a few feet from the rolling white waves. The boat is fastened to a rope by a complex mechanism of pulleys and small wooden wheels, which is said to be fixed, but it also jolts and sways. The rope pulls the boat through the pulley, and the troll that Mind has never met until now can cross the boat to the outlet of the waterfall on the edge. This would explain why they didn't fall, but what was holding on to the other end of the rope? Ling Sifeng looked at the other end of the rope and saw a large thick wooden stake a few yards away from the water. As their boat drifted closer and farther away, they saw the little wheels "clucking" in a groove and moving in unison. The groove was clearly hewn for this purpose.

Ling Sifeng also noticed that small ropes were hanging from the rope every about a yard away.

He turned to look at Shuanghua.

"I know what this thing is," he said, "but what is it?" ”

Shuanghua shrugged. The sea troll behind Ling Sifeng spoke, "It's not far upstream is my home. We'll talk about it when we get home. Now I need to hurry up. ”

Ling Sifeng thought that looking upstream would mean turning back, and turning back would mean that he would have to look at this sea troll, and he didn't want to look at it at this moment. He simply admired the edge rainbow.

The edge rainbow hangs in a fog far away from the edge of the world, and only appears in the morning and evening, because at that time, the light of the small sun that revolves around the saucer world will shine on the massive body of the world tortoise Great Artouine, and the sunlight will shine on the magic field of the saucer world at the right angle.

Two rainbows flashed in the air. Near the edge of the waterfall is a common rainbow of light, shining and dancing above the rushing water.

However, it pales in comparison with the wider light at the top, which disdains to belong to the same spectrum as it.

The color of that light is the king of colors, and all other colors are dwarfed and become faint reflections. This is the eighth color, the color of magic. This eighth color is vivid, vibrant, and vibrant.

It is undoubtedly the color of imagination, because as soon as it appears, things in reality become servants of the magic of the mind. The eighth color is a spell in itself.

But Lingsi Feng thought it was just a kind of green purple.

In a few moments, the little dot that drifted at the edge of the world moved to a small island or a pile of reefs, and was in a very dangerous situation, and the rushing water had to roll it around before it fell into the abyss. There was a cottage made of driftwood on the island, and Lingsifeng saw the main rope of the edge fence climb up the strange rocky island with many iron stakes, and reach into the hut through a small round window. He later learned that this was done to let the troll know if something had hit the edge fence he was responsible for, alerting him to the need for salvage, and that a row of small brass bells hanging from the rope was the alarm bell.

A large driftwood fence made of rough timber is built in the direction of the central axis of the island. It consists of one or two hulk ships and a large pile of driftwood. Driftwood consists of planks and hornwood, as well as raw trunks, some of which have green leaves growing on them. So close to the edge of the world, the magic field in the saucer-shaped world was very strong, and when a spell was cast, everything around it flashed with a hazy halo.

The troll tugged at it a few times, and the boat finally "creaked" into a small dock made of driftwood. The boat arrived ashore, forming a circle with the fence, and Ling Sifeng suddenly captured a familiar feeling—being in a powerful supernatural atmosphere, greasy, blue, and a smell of tin. All around them, aimless pure magic was silently descending into the world.

The wizard and the double-flower stumble onto the board. Ling Sifeng finally saw the troll.

Not half as terrible as he imagined.

Hum...... His imagination pondered for a moment, spitting out the word.

This troll is not terrifying. Standing in front of Ling Sifeng was not the rancid and hairy monster he imagined, but a stocky little old man who was not very ugly. The old man would be considered normal on the streets of any city - as long as the pedestrians on the streets were accustomed to the old man who was apparently made only of water.

(End of chapter)