C66 (1/2)

Seeing that these fellows were so smart, the Feng Mochen was so angry that smoke came out of her head, she kicked empty air, then leaped up onto the broken mast, forcefully pulling down a strange bird with a water canteen in its mouth. The rest of the people did not have as much strength, although some of them were fast enough to throw out their daggers and shoot down a few strange birds, they were too far away, so they could only watch as the water canteen fell into the ocean.

Tens of strange birds flew over, protecting the strange birds as they tried to escape.

Everyone was dumbfounded as they mumbled, ”Is this a strange bird or a demon …”

At this time, the sky began to turn white. The blood-red birds that had lost more than half of their color converged together, giving off a demonic malevolent luster. Like poisonous sand poured down by a demon, they melted into the clouds in the west, disappearing without a trace.

The overcast clouds in the sky slowly dissipated and the deck returned to its previous tranquility.

It was unknown who gave a heavy kick, but everyone's face relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders. Only then did they realize that their arms were too sore to lift up their arms. Some of them even sat on the ground.

As everyone panted, they carefully examined the corpses of the strange birds on the ship. If there was any movement, they would add in their swords and throw the corpses into the sea, cleaning the blood on the deck.

Taking the chance while everyone was sweeping the battlefield, Feng Mochen looked around and shouted, ”A Li? ”Li?”

After a short moment, a faint sound could be heard from the front.

”I'm here.”

At the corner of the ship's stairs, the young man's voice was slightly hoarse as he walked out of the shadows with a bloody wooden stick in his hand. On the other hand, he was holding a canteen with blood all over his face.

Even so, her eyes were still clear and bright: ”Master, you were looking for me?”

Feng Mochen looked at him and asked: ”You're injured?”

Ye Licha lowered his head to look at the bloodstains on his chest and shoulders, and laughed lightly: ”No, it was just that I fell to the ground just now, afraid that the monster birds would snatch his Highness' daily water bottle, so I fought with them for a bit and got stained with this blood. What about you, Your Highness? You're not hurt, right? ”