It was the first time that the Royal descendants were sacrificed.
Therefore, on the first day of the fire, many people watched.
Feng Chenglin is one of the leisure people.
However, although he sat on the rock and looked at the surrounding buildings of the fire, he did not look at a figure on the wharf.
As a man who lives on the sea, the old helmsman will fish by himself after getting off the boat.
Life rules, simple!
Orderly!
There is no sign of Ling Luoyu's guess of running away with his tail between his legs!
However, Rao is so, fengchenglin also dare not relax!
This ghost place is big or small.
If he wants to find a place to hide, he will not be found even if he digs three feet!
What's more, there are boats passing by from time to time around the island.
If he goes into the water, swims to other ships and slips away, the trouble will be even greater!
On the other side of the wharf --
the old helmsman threw his net down with his hand, and slowly drew in his net, but his eyes were far away.
In the distance, a little black sails were crossing the island.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to close the net, he quietly turned his head and looked behind him.
On the rocks, fengchenglin bit a seaweed and cross legged to visit the building of the altar of the God of fire.
"This boy, you really stare at me..."
Feng Chenglin's "surveillance" is open and aboveboard -
from the moment he got off the island, he used the excuse of contacting his feelings and lived in his home.
These two days, two people eat and live together, the same as the toilet.
But when he came out to fish, he came to the altar to watch the excitement.
When he went down the net, he looked at the ship's shadow in the distance, calculated the distance in his heart, and bent decisively to avoid everyone's sight and dive into the water.
For him, diving in the sea is not a problem.
By the time he came out of the water, he was hundreds of meters away from the island.