"This is the Level 9 underwater Soul Tool I made-the North Wind God. You can also call it a submarine."
Everyone except Wang Qiu'er was stunned by Lin Qian's conjuring act.
Earlier, Yue Hongchen had worn a Flying Soul Tool to rescue a pirate, allowing the people of the western Douluo Continent to witness the might of Soul Tools again after tens of thousands of years. Now, looking at the enormous object Lin Qian had produced-it counted as enormous in the eyes of the people of Douluo-they were like country bumpkins entering a village, left utterly dumbfounded.
The hatch opened, and Lin Qian was about to enter the sea when Zi Zhenzhu's expression changed. She took his hand, like a wife giving instructions to a husband about to travel far from home.
"Master, if you encounter Demon Soul Great White Sharks, you mustn't hurt a single one, or they'll attack you as a group. Also, they're least active in the deepest hours of the night, so you'll have a better chance of crossing the sea then."
Lin Qian stroked her face. "I understand. Thank you for the reminder, and for your hospitality on the island these past few days-in every respect. I don't know whether I'll return safely from this trip. Although you were once a pirate captain, now that you've joined the Sun Moon Merchant Association, you should get back on the right track and be a good person. Luo'er will explain the specific arrangements. Ask him after you return!"
Her body and heart already belonged to him, so why would she care about such little things?
Zi Zhenzhu readily agreed. Her passionate nature also drove her to plant a hard kiss on Lin Qian's cheek. "I'll wait for you to come back!"
Her uninhibited behavior made Wang Qiu'er