"I've got to get busy, please wait here, the ship will be here in a moment." The old man said with a smile.

"Please." Gu Qingshan hugged his fists.

The old man nodded and disappeared in a hurry.

Gu Qingshan looked at the three passengers.

Among the three, the most striking was the masked black-robed man who was floating in the air, exuding a bright aura all over his body.

Although the black-robed man was already trying his best to suppress the power fluctuations on his body, the void around him still resonated with him.

It seems that as long as he gives an order, the whole world will be moved by him.

This is the power of the Divine Descent.

The Divine Descendants are born with the affinity and support of all things.

That is, it is a deity.

He is a descendant of the old gods.

Gu Qingshan's heart lifted.

Unexpectedly, here, I casually met a god.

I saw the black-robed god standing at the edge of the terrace, carefully keeping his distance from the other two passengers.

Are the Divine Descendants afraid?

Gu Qingshan's gaze turned to the other two passengers.

It was a big red-crested rooster, and a submachine gun.

Yes, a submachine gun.

- at least it looks like a submachine gun.

"Aha, you know what? Last time, on a whim, I danced in our world-level universe, and as a result, I attracted a three-headed cosmic monster. ”

The red-crowned big rooster spat and splashed, talking excitedly.

Gu Qingshan stood aside and listened attentively.

The language of the Jurif world.

The concept popped into his mind.

Strange, how do you know this?

Gu Qingshan looked down.

The Handbook of Understanding the Languages of the Ten Thousand Worlds in his hand was still murmuring lowly.

Only then did Gu Qingshan understand that the red-crowned rooster was speaking in another language.

If it was him before, it was not clear what the other party was talking about now.

It seems that the Blue Book is working.

One hundred breaths, the language of all worlds is understood.

What a means.

This blue-covered manual, only he, the master, can hear its voice, and it will help Gu Qingshan learn all civilized languages and writing.

Gu Qingshan clenched the manual tightly, and while continuing to receive the new language, he listened to the big rooster and the submachine gun chatting.

"Let me tell you, in fact, the octopus cosmic monster is very delicious and delicious, but there are not many cooks who can make this dish."

"Really? It's a shame I haven't eaten that cosmic monster yet. The submachine gun's tone was a little lost.

"Why? Cosmic monsters should be easy to catch. The big rooster said suspiciously.

"As long as I make a move, no matter what it is, it will be completely destroyed, and I won't be able to eat it in my mouth at all." The submachine gun sighed.

"And what do you usually eat?"

"Grow your own food or go straight to bars, restaurants, clubs and other places to eat and drink." Submachine gun tract.

"That's not bad, and some places have good cooks."

The big rooster said, looking left and right, and swept the god with a glance.

It lowered its voice and said, "By the way, have you ever eaten a god?" ”

The submachine gun said regretfully: "The gods are the same, they will be destroyed when I touch them, alas, I really don't have that mouth." ”

"You don't know how to do it, do you?"

"I only used 1/10,000 of my strength, but I still couldn't make the enemy leave the corpse."

“…… You're pathetic. The big rooster said sympathetically.

As they spoke, they all looked at the godborn.

The godborn was inexplicable, but instinctively moved away from them.

"Look, a hillbilly who hasn't even passed the language barrier and doesn't even know what we're talking about." The big rooster said with disdain.

The submachine gun suddenly said, "There is a kid here, but he sent it from the Tower Guardian himself." ”

A chicken and a gun looked at Gu Qingshan again.

Gu Qingshan showed a smile and greeted, "Hello two." ”

The big and the submachine gun were stunned.

The other spoke Jurchen Esperanto.

Can this kid understand us?

They all thought of it.

"Hello." The big rooster changed the language of another world and said.

Submachine guns also changed the language of a world.

It said in the same tone of greeting and asked a different question: "What's your name?" ”

At first glance, both of these words may sound like greetings.

But in essence, the meaning of the two sentences is completely different.

Gu Qingshan said to the big, "Hello." ”

"My name is Gu Qingshan." He said again at the submachine gun.

The big whistled.

The pronunciation of the other party's two languages is very standard.

The big rooster smiled and said, "We just talked about eating, Gu boy, do you have any research on this aspect?" ”

"I usually cook my own food and drink my own wine." Gu Qingshan Road.

"Yo, it looks like you're doing a good job." Big is interested in the road.

The other man looked to be no more than twenty years old.

To be able to master so many languages at this age, and to be personally escorted by the Guardian of the Tower, how can he be a person of simple origin?

At this moment, a large ship flew slowly outside the lighthouse.

The big ship was next to the lighthouse, stuck in mid-air.

The old man from the Guardians of the High Platform was standing at the bow of the ship.

"Please get on board at once, we're about to leave."

The big rooster jumped lightly and flew onto the deck.

The submachine gun jumped forward slowly and got on the boat.

Gu Qingshan walked onto the boat as usual.

It wasn't until everyone else got on the boat that the black-robed godborn hurriedly flew onto the boat.

There was a kind of nervousness all over the godborn.

"Open—ship—"

The old man commanded loudly.

The big ship shook and gradually left the lighthouse and flew towards the sky.

Gu Qingshan stood at the edge of the deck, looking at the sea.

The whole sea was in a state of violent tremors.

I don't know when, the lighthouse has disappeared.

The dark shadows that surrounded the lighthouse were all gone.

Rumble!

The world began to crumble.

This scene is very familiar, Gu Qingshan has just experienced it.

He sighed.

The four passengers watched the world collapse and did not speak.

Soon.

The ship rushed into the void turbulence, leaving the world behind once and for all.

Big roosters and submachine guns paid no attention to this.

They seem to have become accustomed to such trips.

The submachine gun pulls the rooster and asks what the octopus-shaped cosmic monster tastes like.

The big rooster pondered and slowly described the taste of the monster.

The black-robed Divine Descendant stared at the old man tightly, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, the old man turned around and faced the four passengers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have set sail, now please pay the fare." He said mildly and politely.

Out of nowhere, the big rooster found a jewel-encrusted chest and threw it away with a flap of his wings.

The old man took the jewel box, and did not open it, but only put it in his hand and put it away.

"Thank you for your patronage." The old man said.

The submachine gun shook violently in place.

"Ahh

It let out a cry of ecstasy.

Jingling!

A metallic bullet landed on the deck.

"Is it enough?" The submachine gun asked breathlessly.

The old man made a gesture and took the bullet into his palm and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the old man raised his head and said respectfully: "This is a first-class cargo, there is still a lot to pay for this ship, please wait a while, I will find money for you." ”

The submachine gun said haughtily: "No need to look for it, please help me prepare a barrel of tower spirits in the room, and the rest will be used as a tip." ”

"Yes, thank you for your generosity." The old man smiled.

Immediately after, the black-robed divine descendant also took out a luxurious small bag and handed it over.

The old man took the bag and shook it slightly.

In the bag, there was a clanging sound.

The old man frowned slightly: "This is not enough." ”

The black-robed Divine Descent took a breath.

He paused, as if hesitating what to do.

The old man's face was even more ugly.

"Please wait a minute."

The black-robed Divine Descendant said, touching his body for a while before taking out a delicate and small bag.

He sighed and handed the bag over with great reluctance.

The old man took the bag and shook it casually.

His brow slowly furrowed, and he said, "Just enough, thanks to your patronage." ”

The black-robed divine descendant was relieved as if he had been pardoned.

Next, it was Gu Qingshan's turn.