"I have to go to work, distinguished guest, please wait here for a while, the boat will be here soon." The old man said with a smile.
"Please go ahead." Gu Qingshan clasped his fists together.
The old man nodded and disappeared in a hurry.
Gu Qingshan looked at the three passengers.
Among the three, the most eye-catching one was the masked black-robed man floating in mid-air, exuding a bright aura.
Even though the man in black has tried his best to suppress the power fluctuations on his body, the void around him is still resonating 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 gods.
Godborn are born with the affinity and support of all things.
In other words, this is a god.
He is a descendant of the old gods.
Gu Qingshan's heart lifted.
Unexpectedly, here, I met a god casually.
I saw the black-robed god standing on the edge of the terrace, carefully keeping a distance from the other two passengers.
The protoss are afraid
Gu Qingshan turned his gaze to the other two passengers.
It was a big red-crowned rooster and a submachine gun.
Yes, a submachine gun.
— At least it looks like a submachine gun.
"Ahahaha, do you know? The last time I danced in the universe of our world layer on a whim, it attracted three cosmic monsters."
The big red-crowned rooster spit and splashed, talking excitedly.
Gu Qingshan stood aside, listening attentively.
The language of the Jurassic world.
Such a concept suddenly popped up in his mind.
Strange, how could I know this
Gu Qingshan looked down.
The Ten Thousand Worlds Language Proficiency Manual in his hand was still whispering.
Only then did Gu Qingshan understand that the red-crowned rooster was speaking in another language.
If it was him before, he wouldn't know what the other party was talking about now.
Looks like Blue Book is at work.
With a hundred breaths, you can understand the languages of all worlds.
What a means.
Only he, the owner, can hear the voice of this blue-covered manual. It will help Gu Qingshan learn all the languages of civilization.
Gu Qingshan gripped the manual tightly, while continuing to receive the new language, while listening to the big cock chatting with the submachine gun.
"Let me tell you, in fact, octopus cosmic monsters are very delicious, but there are not many cooks who can cook this dish."
"Really? It's a pity, I haven't eaten that kind of cosmic monster yet." The tone of the submachine gun was a little disappointed.
"Why? Cosmic monsters should be easy to catch." The big rooster said doubtfully.
"As long as I take a shot, no matter what it is, it will be completely destroyed, and it will never be eaten." The submachine gun sighed.
"Then what do you usually eat?"
"Grow something to eat by yourself, or go directly to a place like a bar, restaurant, or club to eat and drink." The submachine gun said.
"That's not bad, some places have good cooks."
As the big rooster spoke, he looked left and right, and caught the divine descendant with a glance.
It lowered its voice and said, "By the way, have you ever eaten a god?"
The submachine gun regretted: "It's the same for the gods, they will be wiped out when I touch them, alas, I really don't have that kind of luck."
"Aren't you going to take it easy?"
"I only used one ten-thousandth of the power, but I still can't let the enemy leave a corpse."
"...you are so pitiful." The big cock said sympathetically.
As they spoke, they looked at the divine descendant in unison.
The divine descendant was inexplicable, but instinctively moved a little further away from them.
"Look, a country bumpkin, who hasn't even passed the language barrier, doesn't even know what we're talking about." The big rooster said contemptuously.
The submachine gun suddenly said: "There is also a kid here, but he was sent by the guardian of the tower himself."
One shot and one shot looked at Gu Qingshan again.
Gu Qingshan showed a smile and said hello: "Hello, both of you."
The big cock and the submachine gun were taken aback.
The other party spoke Jurassic Esperanto.
This kid can actually understand what we say
They came to mind at the same time.
"Hello." The big rooster said in another world's language.
The submachine gun also changed the language of the world.
It used the same greeting tone, but said different questions: "What's your name?"
At first glance, both sentences seem to be greetings.
But in essence, the two sentences have completely different meanings.
Gu Qingshan said to the big cock: "Hello."
"My name is Gu Qingshan." He pointed at the submachine gun again.
The big cock 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?"
"I usually cook my own food, and I also mix the wine I drink." Gu Qingshan said.
"Yo, it seems that the craftsmanship is good." The big rooster said with interest.
The other party looked to be only about twenty years old.
How can he be a person with a simple background who can master so many languages at this age and be personally escorted by the guardian of the tower
At this time, a large ship slowly flew over from the lighthouse.
The big ship was close to the lighthouse, staying in mid-air.
The old man from the High Terrace Guardian Association was standing at the bow of the boat.
"Passengers please board the ship immediately, we are leaving soon."
The big rooster leaped lightly and flew onto the deck.
The submachine gun bounced forward slowly and boarded the boat.
Gu Qingshan stepped onto the boat as usual.
It wasn't until everyone else boarded the boat that the black-robed god descended quickly flew onto the boat.
There was a kind of tension all over this divine descendant.
"sail-"
The old man ordered loudly.
The big ship shook, gradually left the lighthouse, and flew towards the sky.
Gu Qingshan stood on the edge of the deck, looking towards the sea.
The whole sea was in violent shaking.
Do not know when, the lighthouse has disappeared.
The dark shadows surrounding the lighthouse also disappeared.
boom!
The world begins to crumble.
This scene is very familiar, Gu Qingshan has just experienced it.
He sighed.
The four passengers watched the world crumble without speaking.
not for a while.
The big ship rushed into the turbulent flow of the void, completely leaving that world behind.
Big cocks and submachine guns pay no attention to this.
They seem to be used to this kind of travel.
The submachine gun pulled the cock and asked the octopus-shaped space monster what it tasted like.
The big rooster thought about it, and slowly described the taste of the monster.
The black-robed divine descendant stared at the old man closely, as if waiting for something.
Sure enough, the old man turned around and faced the four passengers.
"Everyone, we have set sail, now please pay the boat fare." He said gently and politely.
The big rooster took out a jewel-encrusted box out of nowhere, and threw it over with a flap of its wings.
The old man took the jewel box and did not open it. He just weighed it in his hand and put it away.
"Thanks for your patronage," said the old man.
The submachine gun shook violently on the spot.
"ah!"
It let out a cry of ecstasy.
Jingle!
A bullet with a metallic luster fell to the deck.
"Is it enough?" The submachine gun asked panting.
With one move, the old man 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 high-quality product. There is still more to pay for this boat. Please wait a moment. I will give you some change."
The submachine gun said boldly: "You don't need to look for it, please help me prepare a barrel of high tower spirits in the room, and the rest will be used as a tip."
"Okay, thank you for your generosity." The old man smiled.
Immediately afterwards, 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 lightly.
Inside the bag, there was a clanging sound.
The old man frowned slightly: "It's not enough."
The black-robed deity took a breath.
He paused, as if hesitating what to do.
The old man's face became even uglier.
"Please wait a moment."
As the black-robed divine descendant said, he touched his body for a long time before taking out another exquisite and small bag.
He sighed and handed the bag over reluctantly.
The old man took the bag and waved it casually.
His brows slowly relaxed, and he said: "Just enough, thanks for your patronage."
The black-robed divine descendant heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned.
Next, it was Gu Qingshan's turn.