The fog disappears, and the island takes shape.

"It's a little higher. Morris said in a hoarse voice. The hovering bird flapped its wings and flew high, but soon fell down with no strength.

His mystery has been eroded by the storm, and now the height is the limit of this little bird.

He could feel Mori Han's malice scanning him, just like the will to jump in the water.

The beasts have already discovered them.

Morris was certain that this false soul would be destroyed at any time if they wanted to.

They can also destroy him with this little bird.

But they didn't.

Well, these guys aren't aiming for me. Morris breathed a sigh of relief.

So, what's so special about this island that deserves such a big deal about these sea beasts?

Morris overlooks the desert island through the bird's view.

It is as narrow as an arm, and the white sandy shore encloses the rainforest in the middle.

In the night, there is only a patch of verdant green, and a gray river meanders across the island.

Nothing special.

I didn't see anything, Loman. Morris thought helplessly.

What the hell are you trying to tell me?

......

The surrounding sea was boiling, and a dozen fierce beasts swam in a rage, entangled with the sudden whirlpool, refusing to retreat.

It was clear to Morris that these beasts had not come here to call for rain and rain, but that their target was the island, and if it had not been for the whirlpool, they would have rushed headlong to the shore.

As for whether these giants can be amphibious, Morris does not believe that they have no other miracles than to call for wind and rain.

Mysteries froze in Morris's mind. They were now halfway up the mountain, and when he looked down at the path of the beast, it was pitch black, with the occasional white glow of lightning.

And the tide that invaded has completely receded.

Here, it's safe for now.

"What now? This maelstrom...... How long will it last?" Jessica asked nervously, and she could see that the sea beasts were in a stalemate, which made her feel a little relieved.

However, this was the first time she had gone deep into the jungle, and the trepidation of stepping into a strange land and losing her connection to the sea made her nervous, and she hugged Morris tightly around her neck, and exhaled unconsciously like an orchid.

"Maybe it will last a long time, I guess. ”

Exhausted, Morris said, "Take a break." Looks like they can't get up. ”

Holding a man on the beast path that didn't even count as a mountain road, his bones were about to fall apart, and now even if those fierce beasts swallowed it, he couldn't take a step.

And he was about to put the girl down, Fang reacted that she had a fishtail under her body, and she couldn't stand on this thorny and strange rocky mountain, he thought about it, and simply didn't let go, the girl was so soft and boneless, there was no time to protest.

He leaned against a towering tree at random, and fell asleep with the warm fragrance in his arms.

This is a hooligan. He smiled wryly and thought, as if I had done this kind of thing before, and I almost couldn't remember it.

......

It happened twenty-three years ago.

In July, it was unusually cool on that night.

As the night breeze blew, Murphy combed Loman's hair, then turned the hat of her sweatshirt over to cover Loman's delicate forehead and raised her collar.

He did this patiently.

After all, with the end of the college entrance examination, many feelings that originally needed to be concealed can be revealed to the world.

When the rented bus bumped through the village roads, the smell of the sea was everywhere, and the frail Loman was constantly motion sick.

Because of this, he took her away from her friends, who were restless from her studies, and hid here to light a small bonfire and watch the moon with her.

His heart was also stirring.

This is a romantic sea, or a romantic night, and two romantic people, he couldn't help but think.

No one noticed us, and the bad friends said hello.

He looked at Loman, the dim light of the fire that made his mood flutter.

Loman sensed something, and she turned back, her clear eyes reflecting two small flames.

She winked at him, and the flames went out, and Murphy was at a loss.

The girl whispered in his ear, "Honestly, I think you want to kiss me." ”

The desire in his heart was said by the girl he liked, and Murphy's face burned red all of a sudden.

He replied sneeringly: "Don't talk nonsense......"

But before he could finish speaking, Loman preemptively said, "I'm dizzy, as you wish, right?"

He nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head.

Loman stifled a wicked smile and gently hammered his chest.

She didn't resist very much, and Murphy was rarely smarter.

He grabbed her palm, pulled the girl into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her.

"No!" she stopped him and said earnestly, "you have to answer me a question first." ”

That's the promise. Murphy thought.

So he said happily, "Then you can ask." ”

"You tell me ......"

"What do you see?"

......

The world was spinning in front of him, and a short explosion woke Moris.

He subconsciously looked up, only to find Jessica looking into the distance in horror.

"They can talk. She said.

What's so strange about being able to speak, the intelligence of these beasts is not below that of humans. Morris thought.

He subconsciously looked up, and then he opened his mouth wide as well.

In the incessant lightning, these beasts opened their huge mouths in the sky-like waters, and they roared in unison. This was different from their previous silent roar in the sea, and the constant loud noise from their mouths, through the sea and the whirlpool, literally bombarded Morris's ears!

Any language on the continent of Furen is a phonetic script, which is different from the Chinese language of the previous life. For example, in the Chinese language of Navarre, the pronunciation is only composed of letters that correspond one-to-one, which is monotonous and boring.

Jessica's language is obviously the other extreme, it has complex and delicate pronunciation, and the end of the words is like a recitation, like a song, luxurious and rich. It looks like an old piece of furniture with openwork carvings and reliefs.

In addition to this, Morris also knows another language, which the caster calls the "language of the soul", which is the language of the caster, the caster of the ancient lineage.

It was ten syllables, but it was obscure, and it activated all the spell-based magic that Morris knew. Its existence is a symbol of magic itself. Each syllable contains an infinite number of definitions, even the full names of the gods......

But why did these sea beasts also master it?

Their rolling language, like the thunder of the sky, is similar to this, but the syllables are clearly more than ten.

From the caster's point of view, the variety of magic that these sea beasts could perform was far greater than Morris knew.

Even, more than the existing amount of the Flon continent!

And to whom are they saying these words? Who is qualified to endure this kind of dialogue?

The self-proclaimed deity Leicester?