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Life at sea, despite the power shown by the wind and waves, can make people feel terrified. But when all this is a thing of the past, it is like a most generous mother, showing her children her most beautiful images.

Murong Chuchu held the sword from the hand of the little pirate leader in her hand, and her eyes looked to the far south. It wasn't a place she had missed day and night, but it was the way forward.

In her heart, as long as she got there, she was sure of the safety of her benefactor, father and son, that is, the day she would go to sea again. Listening to Huang Bo, when the weather in September is the time when the wind direction changes, it will be the time for her to return to her eldest brother Yue.

Here, she only had to tilt her head slightly to see the afterglow of the setting sun. Like all women, she is immersed in the sunlight that paints half of her body into a beautiful golden color.

The sword was crossed into Murong Chuchu's lap, and she sat on a rope net. It was the idea she had come up with after seeing the hammocks used by the soldiers of the Shenzhou Army on the ship.

Therefore, there is an extra rope chair on this boat, which can lie down and sit. Her eyes were still looking far to the south, and she wanted to know when the land would appear to represent safety.

Not looking to the East is a new habit of her for some time.

In Chu Chu's heart, she still didn't think about how she should face her lover. When she singled out a group of thieves for a "righteousness", she had to face the word "love", and she didn't know how to comfort her lover in her heart.

"Our children are gone!"

Now, Murong Chuchu, who was already extremely strong under the cultivation of the sea, did not shed any more tears. She can conclude that her "Brother Yue" must be able to understand what is going on, but what she can't give up in her heart is the word "love", and the reason why she can't forgive herself is also on this word "love".

There was a sound of a relaxing rope sliding, and she knew it was Luan Ping hoisting the lantern from the top of the mast. Such a trivial matter, she, the "ship boss", does not need to care.

"Miss Murong, drink a pot of tea!" Luan Ping came to Murong Chuchu's side.

He had a teapot in his hand, and of course it wasn't much tea. This is a medicinal tea brewed by Luan Ping with red dates, wolfberries, licorice and other substances, specially for Murong Chuchu to replenish qi and blood.

This is also what Luan Pingzhun will do as long as there are no strong winds and waves. It cannot be denied that Murong Chuchu, who is of a similar age, has an extremely important position in his mind.

Not only her beauty, but also her heart, her courage and her kung fu all make Luan Ping see her as what she desires, and that kind of unattainable existence.

"Thank you!" Murong Chuchu replied lightly and put the sword in his hand aside. But the hand took the small purple sand teapot that Luan Ping handed her.

Of course, there are no teacups, and using them on this sea is an almost luxury.

Murong Chuchu took the teapot, it was still hot. In her heart, she was full of gratitude to Luan Ping and his family, especially when Luan Yizhi was seriously injured in order to save her.

However, this is not a reason for her to abandon the lover in her heart, so she has never given him any illusions about Luan Ping. She didn't even allow Luan Ping to call her by her name, about in Chu Chu's heart, just to express how serious she was about Yue Xiaofei's feelings!

So she only asked Luan Ping to call her "Miss Murong" and "Miss Murong". As for the title of "Mrs. Yue", because she and Yue Xiaofei have not yet completed the wedding she longed for!

In fact, she understands Luan Ping's feelings in her heart, and she also understands his thoughts, but she can't! Regardless of whether Yue Xiaofei lives or dies, she will not make the choice that Luan Ping hoped. And she can't let Luan Ping have feelings other than friends for her. That would not only be unacceptable to him, but would also make Luan Ping fall into some kind of unfairness.

Murong Chuchu gently took a sip of tea at Zisha's spout, and a faint sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue, which was not much preserved rock sugar on the ship.

For some reason, Murong Chuchu didn't expect Luan Ping's carefulness in her heart, but it was Yue Xiaofei's kind of roughness and leaves, and the kind of iron-blooded pride that she inadvertently expressed was more in line with her appetite.

Just like now, she didn't think of the meaning of Luan Ping's blood tonic tea, she just thought of the "water coffin" that saved the lives of a boatload of people, but almost killed her at the beginning.

The first thing in the morning is to open the lid, pour the concentrated salt water into the sea, and replace it with clean seawater, only a "water coffin" not only fully guarantees the draft of four people, but also accumulates a lot of fresh water, which is stored in the fresh water tank that has been re-cleaned.

"There's enough water for us to eat, but when will we get to shore?" The longing for the coast was still churning in Murong Chuchu's eager heart from time to time.

At the same time, Luan Ping quietly looked at Murong Chuchu's cheeks in the afterglow of the setting sun. The skin that was once white and tender has turned into a faint golden color under the blowing of the sea breeze, and it is no longer the whiteness of the past.

Luan Ping thinks that this is more suitable for Murong Chuchu's temperament, although occasionally she will sing a few words when she is happy, but the iron-blooded and heroic wind that is revealed there makes everyone understand that she is by no means an ordinary woman. Or as she herself says, she is a heroine.

As the sun gradually sank into the sea, the twilight of the sea became more pronounced, and only the dim light above the mast flickered like a little starlight in such a night.

And Luan Ping sat on the side of the boat beside Murong Chuchu, looking at Murong Chuchu's two eyes as black as stars through the last rays of the sunset.

Luan Ping's heart swept through the words, "Never, never dock, let us float on the sea forever and forever like this...... ”

The night descended on the ship over the silent passage of time, obscuring a small, almost wordless fragment of life on the ship, and the drift went on and life went on.

Finally, it seemed that Cang Tian heard Murong Chuchu's prayers day and night, they were about to dock, and the place where they landed was a place that the so-called civilizations in the world had not discovered at that time, and it was also a place that Yue Xiaofei had not thought of at all.

This is the place that helped the Americans win World War II, because it was the main source of materials that the United States relied on, and guess where it was.