The stunning fiery sun rose in the east, and on the halfway of the island in the middle of Qinhu Lake, the villagers woke up one after another, only to find that Liang Ping, Mo Wufang, and Mushroom Boy had followed the boatman to the shore of the lake.

The boat was already full of water because of last night's big waves. The boatman moved very quickly to clean the water in the boat with a ladyhole, and in less than half an hour, the boat was already clean.

"Ugh."

For some reason, the boatman sighed sadly.

The small cot that was originally placed on the ship was obviously unusable.

So he took the futon off the boat and dried it on the small tree on the shore of the lake.

"Alas!"

There was a heavy sigh again, and between the gestures, they all seemed a little hesitant.

Looking up at the mountainside of the island for a long time, he turned around with a frown and strode onto the bow of the boat.

When he mentioned the sculls, he shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, get on the boat, I'll take you to Copperman Town now." ”

Feeling the abnormality of the boatman, Liang Ping was puzzled.

And the mushroom boy and Mo Wufang both got on the boat without saying a word.

There was still some dampness in the cabin, but the boatman had already prepared three small wooden chairs for them.

The three of them sat around their knees, and they could feel more clearly the morning of Qinhu Lake, the cool lake breeze, and the cold was shivering.

On the bow of the boat, the boatman sang the mountain song again, and shook the oars rhythmically.

The boat headed briskly towards the town of Bronze Man to the north.

And it was here that the black shadow that appeared over the island last night suddenly flew down on the small tree where the boatman had dried his bedding. Watching the boat leave from afar.

Mushroom Boy witnessed all this, and sat in the cabin, his face suddenly sank.

Mo Wufang asked softly, "Mushroom boy, did you find anything abnormal." ”

The mushroom boy glanced at the boatman who was rowing hard at the bow of the boat.

Then he whispered: "I told you last night that I should come, and I will always come." ”

Mo Wufang heard the words, his willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a trace of imperceptible hidden pain on that delicate face.

There was silence in the cabin again.

Every time the boatman paddled the oars, the cool sound of the lake water was clearly poured into his ears.

Liang Ping observed the words and looks, and only felt that they must have something to hide from themselves, and this matter must have something to do with the boatman.

So he walked out of the cabin, patted the boatman's sturdy shoulder with a relaxed face, and said, "Big brother, are you tired of rowing like this every day?" ”

The boatman panted lightly, smiled at Liang Ping, and said honestly: "Hehe, don't be tired." ”

Liang Ping saw that his expression was abnormal, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

He coughed and said, "Ahem, how many gold coins can you earn in such a month, 50 gold coins a night, and 3,000 gold coins a month." ”

When the boatman heard this, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Let me tell you the truth, we can earn 100 gold coins at most for a month." ”

"Huh?"

Liang Ping said with a shocked face: "No, then didn't you have 50 gold coins last night, don't you usually do business." ”

"Hehe, that's not, it's just that on weekdays, very few people dare to come to Qinhu, and those who dare to come, if they don't know the danger here, or they really have no other way to go, if not, they dare to take risks and want to have a thrill, so there are not many guests on weekdays."

"Amount"

Thinking of the simple inhabitants of the island, who were so amiable, I suddenly felt that it was a very pitiful thing for them to live on such a dangerous island.

He patted the boatman on the shoulder with a sympathetic face.

But the strange thing was that from behind the boatman, he saw the boatman's body twitching slightly, and he kept sniffing lightly, as if he was sobbing quietly.

Thinking of what the mushroom boy just said, what should come is always coming.

"Could it be those little demons?"

"No, not those little goblins."

The boatman turned his face to look at Liang Ping, and his eyes were already full of tears.

Liang Ping's heart was immediately shaken, how could such a strong man be able to shake his tears.

"What is that, what is it?" Eager inquiry.

The boatman finally held back his emotions and choked up: "Lingzhou Continent has a thousand-year catastrophe, this is an unchangeable certainty, even if you killed all the Qinhu demons with your own strength last night, but the thousand-year tribulation still exists, and not tonight, all the people on the island will die." ”

"What!"

Liang Ping was excited when he heard this.

"No, it won't!"

Eagerly ran into the cabin, squatted in front of the mushroom boy, held the mushroom boy's pale and weak hand, and looked at the mushroom boy expectantly and desperately.

"Mushroom boy, tell me it's not true, is it?"

The mushroom boy's eyes dodged, as if he didn't dare to touch Liang Ping's sensitive eyes, and his voice became a little trembling.

"Black Hawk is here, and death is coming."

Liang Ping was really disappointed.

Looking at the boatman in a complicated way, still rowing for them hard, he said with a sour nose: "Then why did he do this." ”

"Because that's the duty of a boatman."

"So as long as he leaves the island, he can survive."

The mushroom boy shook his head lightly and said, "No, it's impossible, it's fate, no one can change it." ”

"It's fate, no one really can change it."

Liang Ping suddenly had doubts in his heart.

"So what will be our fate, can we get out of this game, can I lead everyone out of here and get rid of Chen Hai's murderous plot."

The mushroom boy pursed his lips and smiled, and when he looked at Liang Ping, he liked it. But two lines of tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

"I only have the last 9 days of time, why do you have to ask me so much, what is a person's fate, it needs fate to decide, of course, it is not excluded that some people who change their lives against the sky, they can use their own ability to break the prison of fate and become a real king, and whether you can really become such a king, in fact, is in your own hands."

Liang Ping suddenly felt a little dazed, the words of the mushroom boy were too profound, so deep that he couldn't understand it. But looking at the look of rejection on the face of the mushroom boy, it seems that he hopes that he will not ask any more questions.

He could only choose to be silent, silently looking at the calm Mo Wufang on the side, and silently looking at the boatman who was still rowing hard.

Suddenly, I looked back and saw the black eagle on the island soaring into the sky, and suddenly, dark clouds over the island were overhead, pressing down.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

It was a dense group of silvery-white thunderbolts, sinking straight into the island.

"Boom!"

The island was struck by a group of lightning and sank into the middle of the lake in an instant.

"Roar!"

The old demon in the middle of the lake burst into flames, and its huge mountain-like body emerged from the bottom of the water.

"Wow!"

This action stirred up a huge wave in Qinhu.

It also allowed them to really appreciate the true height of the old demon in the middle of the lake. Visually, it is at least larger than the wind giant in its highest state, at least 20 meters high.

This state seems to be much bigger than the old demon of Qinhu that I saw last night.

The tide was rolling wildly, and the boat they were in also felt a violent turbulence and was in danger.

The boatman calmly shouted, "Don't be nervous, I will definitely send you to Bronze Town safely." ”

As he spoke, the oars in his hand moved faster.

And Liang Ping also noticed that the deck on which he was standing had been undulating and looking extremely dangerous.

But the boatman always remained calm, and seemed to be firm in his belief that he must complete the mission.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a wave struck, and the roof of the cabin they were on was torn off.

"Holy!"

Liang Ping couldn't help but burst into foul language.

It was also here that he found that after he came here, he hadn't spoken in a long time.

It's been a long time, but it's only been 10 days.

So much has happened in these 10 days.

He also felt that he had begun to integrate into this prosperous continent and gradually got used to life here.

Holding the hands of the mushroom boy and the ink flawless, the three of them all had a look of indignation.

"No matter what, I'm not going to let you have any problems!"

They all looked at Liang Ping with a smile.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a wave swept in.

The lonely boat has been avoided. As soon as it was dark, it was covered by the waves in the Qin Lake.

"Gollum"

"I rub"

Before Liang Ping was ready, he had already choked on a large mouthful of water.

Usually the breath-holding time is only a short 1 minute, and it will definitely be difficult for Xindao to get out of danger this time.

When I looked at Mushroom Boy and Mo Wufang again, their bodies were soaked in water, and their delicate curves were revealed.

"Holy!"

That's the time, too

"it!"

I didn't have time to think about it, but when I looked up, the sun on the lake was particularly dazzling.

The three of them kicked the water hard with their legs, trying their best to swim towards the lake.

However, at that moment, a dark shadow appeared on the surface of the lake, completely blocking their view

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