Time passed quickly. Xie Xuan took sun Qian and sat in the tent. He picked up the pastry and water beside him and ate them. He knew clearly that only when he was full could he have the strength to sail.

Sun Qian has always been crossed by Xie Xuan's Tibetan dragon sword on his neck, his face is twisted and white, but he deliberately squeezed out an ugly smile, trying to please Xie Xuan for fear of being killed by him, not to mention how strange.

although sun Qian said it was one hour, where was the speed of shipbuilding? He had been waiting for nearly two hours before...