Three days later in the morning, Wang Qingfeng stood in the bow of the warship, enjoying the fresh sea wind blowing, looking at the distant sea, the black hawk was hovering over the sea

"if I remember correctly, the last place I went to was either under the jurisdiction of Taiwan or under the jurisdiction of Japan. If it was Taiwan, that would be fine. But if it was Japan, I would remember it." Wang Qingfeng thought to himself, "but no wonder ancient people often said that immortals can't hide a puff of smoke. This" smoke "should be about this big shell, right? If it wasn't for the cicada clothes...