Brother Red Chicken pointed to the bottom of the sea, then pointed to himself, waved his hands vigorously, and followed the Freedom Eagle.

Unlike the Eagle of Liberty who is unwilling to take risks, he is really powerless to help. The fire demons on land are always in the air, but the fire demons on the seabed can only stick their buttocks.

"Xia Shu, you go up first." Zhang Yuanqing conveyed his thoughts, then looked at the hesitant giant python, and pointed to the sea.

Yunmeng heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and swam towards the sea.

"Yuanshi, be careful." She swung her round hips and slender waist slowly, driving her legs, making dense air bubbles, and swimming up like a mermaid.

Zhang Yuanqing watched his teammates leave, looked away, and looked at the mature woman covered in black veil: "Let's go down."

Yin Ji nodded slightly, and took the lead in tying down her body. The black skirt spread out, and Zhang Yuanqing saw two jade legs swinging under the skirt, faintly visible.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, moved his limbs and dived, and the undercurrent surged around him to help him.

The explosion did not affect this side, and the dragon boat lay quietly on the seabed.

Soon, the two landed on the bow of the dragon boat. The deck was covered with a thick layer of ooze. Zhang Yuanqing and Yin Ji stepped on the slippery ooze and proceeded cautiously.

Two strings of footprints, one large and one small, were left behind.

This dragon boat is also a warship, not for entertainment. The building has only two floors, and the cabin is dark and silent. It is also covered with a thin layer of mud. Some weapons, tables and chairs can be seen everywhere.

There are no imaginary antique calligraphy and paintings, screens and colored tents, etc.

The two walked forward for a while, and stopped at the same time, staring straight ahead.

There was a two-meter-long soft couch, on which lay a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing a red official robe with black collar and sleeves.

The boy crossed his hands on his lower abdomen and lay upright.

The little emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty? Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Yin Ji, who seemed to understand what he meant, and took the initiative to step forward, came to the edge, and after careful examination, a soft voice sounded from the earphone:

"It's not a ghost."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing come forward and stand beside her in front of the couch, "I remember that in the Yashan sea battle, it was Lu Xiufu who jumped into the sea with the little emperor on his back. He was probably the one who dealt with the purple-robed corpse before, and now the little emperor is here too. What do you think is the final boss of the dungeon?"

Yin Ji shook her head slightly: "I don't know."

She tilted her head slightly, and stared at him quietly with her beautiful eyes, "Why did you come to help me? If there is a BOSS here, at your level, it will be very bad luck."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't look at her, and continued to observe the little emperor's body, thinking to respond:

"If I don't help you, who else can help you? Count on that useless alchemist? Everyone is an official, a natural partner and comrade in arms. In this dangerous dungeon, isn't it a matter of course for teammates to take risks? .�

His words were carefully concealed, and his purpose was to win Yin Ji's favor and establish a preliminary friendship with her.

On the other hand, Yin Ji is cold and indifferent, and has a personality that is alienated from everyone. If she says some flamboyant and ambiguous words, it will only make her feel disgusted, and then become more alienated.

But this kind of reply from a moral and organizational level, and a businesslike and human touch, will definitely win her favor.

In terms of interpersonal communication, Zhang Yuanqing is very experienced.

Sure enough, Yin Ji's eyes that seemed to be reflecting autumn water suddenly warmed up, "Thank you!"

Zhang Yuanqing was about to respond, but he, who was always staring at the little emperor's body, gave a slight "huh", leaned over, and turned the boy's body over.

I saw a crack at the back of the little emperor's neck, extending along the spine into the official robe. JrNovels.com