At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

The rope left the shore, and the huge body of the Dragon King moved slowly amid the shouts of the sailors, twisting the hull and aiming the huge dragon head sculpture to the east.

The golden faucet reflects the golden afterglow of the rising sun, exuding a different atmosphere.

The black-robed youth, that is, Zhao Feiyu, was standing at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking at the depths of the East China Sea that could not be seen at a glance, and suddenly felt a little emotional:

"What a wonderful world!"

After Zhao Feiyu set off from the Apocalypse League, he traveled eastward and arrived in Luoshui City not long after.

Originally planning to forcefully cross the sea with his own cultivation, he accidentally discovered the Dragon King, which instantly aroused his interest, so he boarded the boat to take a ride.

As for wearing a black robe, it was also because he didn't want to expose himself too much.

After all, he is more or less the leader of the Apocalypse League, so he still needs to pay attention to his image, after all, his reputation is not very good.

Just when Zhao Feiyu was thinking wildly, a maid wearing a leopard skin jacket looked at a plate respectfully. The design on the front half of her shoulders showed her a large area of ​​white and tender skin, which looked very dazzling.

Even an old fritter like me can't help but look at it a few more times.

"Hello, I'm your exclusive secretary, Qing'er!" The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, just in her cardamom age, with bright eyes and white teeth, skin like snow, very handsome, and there is a bit of timidity in her eyes. The look made people unable to help but have a strong desire to protect.

"This is the temporary room key for the first night on board, please keep it safe!"

"Exclusively for the secretary?" Zhao Feiyu frowned and glanced at her, then sneered slightly.

"Are you here exclusively for the secretary to sleep with?"

Qing'er pursed her pale lips lightly, her expression flustered, but fortunately she didn't lose her composure too much, she just said in a low voice:

"For the secretary, you can do anything to me!"

Zhao Feiyu continued to sneer, but turned his head away, and said indifferently:

"Put your stuff there and go, and I don't need a secretary!"

According to what she said, Qing'er put the tray on the bench beside her, then stood aside and waited for the order.

"Don't you understand? I said I don't need a special secretary!" Zhao Feiyu frowned slightly and repeated it again.

Not to blame for his bad attitude.

This so-called full-time secretary is just something used to confuse people's minds, so that guests can have fun during this long journey.

But he doesn't need to.

Unexpectedly, Qing'er fell to her knees directly, her tears could not stop falling, but her voice was still choked with sobs: "My lord, please don't drive me away, if we are abandoned by the guests, we will die !"

Her face was pale, and she didn't seem to be lying:

"Before there were sisters who were played with until they were crippled and then discarded. Then they were shot to death and thrown into the sea to feed the fish, so please don't abandon me!"

"Please!"

Faced with the girl's begging, Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but relax his frown.

Turn your head here and look at the rising sun on the sea, dazzling and sacred like a huge fireball.

Finally, when the sun was fully rising, Zhao Feiyu lowered his head and picked up the things on the tray, and said in a low voice, "Come along!"

Qing'er, who was kneeling on the ground, was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly followed with a limp.

"My lord, let Qing'er guide you!" Qing'er said beside Zhao Feiyu, "The room you were allocated on the first night was the upper floor of Class B, and it's a room on the third floor of the dock. I'll take you there!"

Hearing this, Zhao Feiyu looked down at the key in his hand, and sure enough, he saw the words "B Class Upper Class" engraved on the back.

Pushing the door and entering the room, it looks neat and tidy. Although it is not grand, but it is in order, and there is a window, and you can see the magnificent scenery when you look up.

Zhao Feiyu was quite satisfied. Suddenly, when he thought of the grade on it, he frowned and asked:

"There should be better rooms on this ship, but I haven't met anyone else since I got on the ship, so who are these rooms for?"

Seeing that Zhao Feiyu was finally willing to talk to him, Qing'er was overjoyed at first, and then explained: "Actually, there were nearly 500 people on this ship before you, son. He entered his room and did not come out again!"

"And..." She blushed as she spoke, and took a peek at Zhao Feiyu before continuing,

"And there are sisters serving, so there are no other figures!"

Zhao Feiyu was a little speechless about this explanation, but it was beyond his expectation that there were so many people on board?

Because once I got on the boat, I couldn't even notice it at all. Only after careful sensing could I vaguely see the light and shadow on the boat.

"It seems that the structure of this ship can to a certain extent isolate the detection of the divine sense!" Zhao Feiyu said inwardly.

"Then why did you say it was a temporary residence just now? Could it be that the room will be reassigned?" Zhao Feiyu was stunned and asked.

"No, apart from the first assignment, there will be no second assignment!" Qing'er pursed her lips slightly, and said, "But before twelve o'clock in the morning on the second day of sailing, passengers on board can Exchange room to live in!"

"At that time, the door lock will be invalidated, so that everyone can enter and exit freely!"

Qing'er spoke very euphemistically, and Zhao Feiyu immediately understood the hidden meaning: "That is to say, there will be a fight that will affect the whole ship tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes!" Qing'er nodded, obviously flustered.

In this panic, maids like her basically had no hope of surviving, and most of those who couldn't grab the room would use them to vent their anger.

Or rape, or torture!

Zhao Feiyu saw the fear in her heart, frowned and said, "Don't tell me the captain of this ship doesn't care? Let you die for nothing!"

When Qing'er heard the word captain, she lowered her head in fear and said in a low voice:

"Don't talk about the captain in private, the old man can hear him anytime and anywhere, and it will be troublesome then!"

Her voice paused, and continued:

"In short, what the captain says on this ship is the rules, and the rules on this ship are, there are no rules! Of course, there must be restrictions, and you can't really do whatever you want!"

"I almost understand!" Zhao Feiyu smiled coldly.

At this moment, the door suddenly rang.

Zhao Feiyu was half lying on the bed, raised his eyebrows, waved a lotus petal and suspended in the air, ready to break through the door and kill the attacker, but fortunately Qing'er stopped it in time.

"Don't, it should be the server who is here now, if you kill the server, you will definitely die!"

"Moreover, the service provider has no hostility towards the guests, they just act in accordance with the rules and regulations!"