Feimo's figure appeared behind him, and he hadn't seen him for more than half a year, and Feimo still hadn't changed, the only thing was probably that his previous depressed gaze had some bright colors.

When he saw the smiling face beside Fei Mo, Mo Zhuyue seemed to understand something.

"Feimo, you said you took us there, can you survive the maze of the West Sea?"

"Yes."

Fei Mo used only one simple word to express everything.

As if he had guessed Mo Zhuyue's thoughts, the ships were ready.

"Sister."

Luoluo happily jumped to Mo Zhuyue's side, and grabbed her hand affectionately, and there was still a moving smile on her beautiful face.

Mo Zhuyue didn't want to ask how Luoluo and Feimo came together, and what the relationship between the two was now.

She could see that Fei Mo was slowly changing, and this was definitely not because of her, but because of Luoluo.

Now she asked, and it would only seem redundant.

So, a group of people set off together for the mysterious island country in the West Sea.

Mo Zhuyue didn't know who Fei Mo was, but he swore that he could pass through the maze that went to the West Sea country, and he should have something to do with the West Sea, right?

Besides, he couldn't have counted everything, even the ships were ready.

It must be, by chance.

I happened to meet her and Long Canghao here, even if they didn't come over today, Fei Mo and Luoluo would go to the West Sea.

The West Sea is a mysterious sea, and there is a mysterious country above the sea, also called the West Sea.

The sea breeze blew on his face, and there was a hint of sticky saltiness, Fei Mo stood on the deck, standing in the wind, his inky robe swaying in the wind.

Mo Zhuyue walked up.

"Non-ink."

Fei Mo didn't look back, Mo Zhuyue's breath was very familiar to him, even if he didn't have to look back, he knew that Mo Zhuyue was coming.

Just like today, he smelled the breath on Mo Zhuyue's body from a far, far away.

The boat was already leaving, and he insisted on waiting for her.

Every breath and every feeling on her body, even if she hadn't seen her for many years, he could clearly distinguish it.

This is, the taste that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Do you want to know why I can take you into the West Sea?"

Fei Mo's voice was faint, and the sea breeze blew, taking away some of his voice, slightly cold and indifferent.

"Do you want to say?"

Mo Zhuyue fought side by side with him, holding the side of the boat with both hands, and looking at the sea with his eyes undisturbed.

"Actually, I am the little prince of the West Sea."

When Fei Mo said this, the expression on his face was very indifferent, as if he was saying something that didn't matter to him.

For this answer, it was unexpected by Mo Zhuyue, in her memory, when she met Feimo, she was still a child, at that time he was just an orphan with an unknown background, adopted by her mother, and lived together for a while.

At that time, Feimo was less than ten years old, but he was very indifferent and unwilling to associate with her as a child.

However, this has also become a sting in Feimo's life.

Loving someone is just an act, a look, or even a story.

However, it takes a long, long time to forget someone.

Even if there is a fall around Feimo, this is true.