"I have to go and get busy. Distinguished guests, please wait here. The boat will be here soon." The old man said with a smile.
"Please." Gu Qingshan cupped his fists and said.
The old man nodded and disappeared in a hurry.
Gu Qingshan looked at the three passengers.
Among the three people, the most eye-catching one was the masked black-robed man floating in the air, exuding a bright aura.
Although the man in black robe had tried his best to suppress the power fluctuations in his body, the void around him was 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.
Divine descendants are born with the affinity and support of all things.
In other words, this is a god.
He is a descendant of the ancient gods.
Gu Qingshan's heart lifted.
Unexpectedly, I would meet a god here casually.
The black-robed god was seen standing at the edge of the terrace, carefully keeping a distance from the other two passengers.
Are the gods afraid?
Gu Qingshan turned 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.
"Ah hahaha, do you know? Last time I danced in the universe of our world on a whim, and ended up attracting three space monsters."
The big red-crowned rooster spitted foam and talked excitedly.
Gu Qingshan stood aside and listened.
The language of Jungle World.
Such a concept suddenly popped into his mind.
Strange, how could I understand this?
Gu Qingshan looked down.
The Handbook for Understanding the Languages of All Realms in his hand was still murmuring in a low voice.
Only then did Gu Qingshan realize that the big red-crowned rooster was speaking in another language.
If it were him before, he would have no idea what the other person was talking about now.
It seems that the blue book is working.
One hundred breaths, and the languages of all worlds can be understood.
What a means.
This blue-covered manual can only be heard by its owner. It will help Gu Qingshan learn all civilized languages.
Gu Qingshan held the manual tightly and continued to receive the new language while listening to the chatter between the big cock and the submachine gun.
"Let me tell you, the octopus space monster is actually very delicious, but there are not many cooks who can cook this dish."
"Really? What a pity, I haven't eaten that kind of space monster yet." Submachine Gun's tone was a little disappointed.
"Why? The space monster should be easy to catch." The big rooster said doubtfully.
"As long as I take action, no matter what it is, it will be completely destroyed and there will be no food in my mouth." The submachine gun sighed.
"Then what do you usually eat?"
"Grow something to eat yourself, or go directly to a bar, restaurant or club to eat and drink." Submachine Gun said.
"That's not bad. There are places where the cooks are pretty good."
The big rooster said, looking left and right, and caught the sight of the divine descendant.
It lowered its voice and said, "By the way, have you ever eaten a god?"
Submachine Gun said regretfully: "It's the same with gods. If I touch them, they will be destroyed. Alas, I really don't have that luck."
"Can't you be gentler?"
"I only used one ten thousandth of my strength, but I still couldn't make the enemy leave corpses."
"...You are so pitiful." The big rooster said sympathetically.
As they spoke, they looked at the divine descendant in unison.
The god was confused, but instinctively moved further away from them.
"Look, a country bumpkin has not even passed the language barrier and has no idea what we are talking about." The big rooster said contemptuously.
Submachine Gun suddenly said: "There is also a boy here, but he was sent by the tower guardian himself."
He looked at Gu Qingshan again.
Gu Qingshan showed a smile and said hello: "Hello you two."
The big cock and submachine gun were startled.
The other person spoke Esperanto.
This kid can actually understand us?
They thought of it in unison.
"Hello." The big rooster said in the language of another world.
The submachine gun also changed the language of the world.
It used the same greeting tone and asked questions with different contents: "What is your name?"
At first glance, these two sentences seem to be greetings.
But in fact, the two sentences mean completely different things.
Gu Qingshan said to the big rooster: "Hello."
"My name is Gu Qingshan." He pointed at the submachine gun again.
The big cock whistled.
The pronunciation of each other'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 mix my own wine." Gu Qingshan said.
"Hey, it looks like your craftsmanship is pretty good." The big rooster said with interest.
The other person looked to be only about twenty years old.
At this age, he can master so many languages, and he can also be personally escorted by the guardian of the tower. How can he be a person with simple origins?
At this time, a large ship flew slowly outside the lighthouse.
The big ship was close to the lighthouse and stayed in mid-air.
The old man from the Tower Guardian Association was standing at the bow of the ship.
"Passengers please get on board immediately, we are about to depart."
The big rooster jumped lightly and flew onto the deck.
The submachine gun slowly jumped forward and got on the boat.
Gu Qingshan walked onto the boat as usual.
It wasn't until everyone else got on the boat that the black-robed god descended on the boat.
There was a kind of nervousness all over this divine being.
"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 at the sea.
The entire sea was in violent shaking.
I don't know when, the lighthouse has disappeared.
The dark shadows surrounding the lighthouse also disappeared.
boom!
The world begins to collapse.
This scene is very familiar, Gu Qingshan has just experienced it.
He sighed.
The four passengers watched the world collapse, all silent.
Soon.
The big ship rushed into the turbulent flow of the void, completely leaving that world behind.
Big cock and submachine gun don't care at all.
They seem to be used to this kind of travel.
The submachine gun pulls the cock and asks what the octopus-shaped space monster tastes like.
The big cock considered it and slowly described the taste of the monster.
The black-robed divine descendant stared closely at the old man, as if waiting for something.
Sure enough, the old man turned around and faced the four passengers.
"Everyone, we have set off. Now please pay the fare." He said gently and politely.
The big rooster took out a box full of gems from nowhere and threw it away with a flap of his wings.
The old man took the gem box without opening it. He just weighed it in his hands and put it away.
"Thank you for your patronage," the old man said.
The submachine gun shook violently on the spot.
"ah!"
It let out a cry of ecstasy.
Ding dong!
A bullet with a metallic sheen fell to the deck.
"Is that enough?" Submachine Gun asked breathlessly.
The old man moved his hand and took the bullet into his palm and looked at it carefully.
After a moment, the old man raised his head and said respectfully: "This is top-quality goods. I still have more to pay for this voyage. Please wait a moment and I will give you the change."
Submachine Gun said boldly: "No 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 god also took out a luxurious small bag and handed it over.
The old man took the bag and shook it slightly.
There was a jingling sound in the bag.
The old man frowned slightly: "This is not enough."
The black-robed god took a breath.
He paused, as if hesitating on what to do.
The old man's face turned even more ugly.
"Please wait a moment."
As the black-robed god descended, he touched his body for a long time before taking out another delicate and compact bag.
He sighed and handed the bag over reluctantly.
The old man took the bag and shook it casually.
His brows slowly widened and he said, "It's just enough. Thank you for your patronage."
After receiving these words, the black-robed divine descendant breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted amnesty.
Next, it was Gu Qingshan’s turn.
