The goddess of the sea, Lupso, smiled charmingly under the tulle tulle, ignored the retreat of the skeleton guard below. Instead, she stared at a small blue tattoo on Zhang Jian's left arm in the crystal with interest and looked again: "The interesting little man actually has a weak divine aura on his body, and it seems to be a dragon god who serves as a sea. I just don't know how this oriental dragon god tastes? I remember that an oriental poet gave me a recipe for eating dragons in the past, which seemed to be called dragon... What's the dragon? I'll look for it first."

"Brother Zhang Jian, Brother Zhang Jian! It's so gloomy here." A little blue dragon tightened its back, as if a hungry beast was staring at him, making the little dragon king uncomfortable. He timidly walked around Zhang Jian's arm, stared at the big longan's eyes, and glanced at the dazed gray fog around him, and crawled into Zhang Jian's warm chest and settled down.

Zhang Jian helplessly protected the trembling body of the Dragon King with his hands, feeling the soft touch of the dragon whiskers coming from his arm, which made him sigh that the little thing in his arms was really a little dragon who had just reached childhood: "Don't be afraid, the little dragon king is your home court. Opening your divine eyes is nothing more than passing clouds."

"Really, Brother Zhang Jian, you really don't lie to me, aren't you? The baby heard so many terrifying sounds on the boat." The little dragon king first reached out and covered his eyes, then covered his ears with dissatisfaction. Finally, he curled up his dragon body and covered his eyes with one hand and the other. A small face in his arms was tense, and he looked like he was curious about the unknown of the fog ahead and was afraid of the sound of the ghost at the bottom of the boat. The small movements on his hands were always looking at one and the other, which made people laugh.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh. I'm not funny, not funny!" The little dragon king secretly glanced at Zhang Jian's covered smile, and suddenly turned red with a "sky" dragon face, so he hurriedly pulled out of Zhang Jian's arms. He held a pair of slender dragon claws high and looked ashamed and angry that he couldn't cover Zhang Jian's big mouth: "Bad guy, bad guy! Smile again, laugh again, baby ignores you. Hum!"

"Okay, I'm not... who!" When Zhang Jian was about to lower his head to apologize to the Little Dragon King, a dark black light suddenly flew out from the depths of the fog, and with a sharp momentum, he rushed towards Zhang Jian's face.

Zhang Jian kicked his legs, made an iron bridge posture, leaned forward, then supported the ground with one arm with his left hand, and a scorpion slid his legs with his right leg. The force of his toes hit the sneak attacking black light high, allowing him to fly backwards. Zhang Jian's series of actions were completed in one go. After getting up, his pair of divine eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling bright lights, dispelling the fog that was barely five meters away in the direction of the black light's retreat, and also gave himself a chance to move.

The little dragon king twisted his tender and slender dragon body in a daze and hid honestly on Zhang Jian's back. His small claws pinched Zhang Jian's clothes and said in fear: "Brother Zhang Jian, is there a ghost?"

"Little guy, aren't you the Dragon King of the East China Sea? Why are you still afraid of ghosts?" Zhang Jian stared at the inexplicable fog on the deck, deliberately hanging his lyrics: "Gods are also afraid of ghosts?"

Hearing this, the little dragon king shook his body and looked embarrassed: "That... that baby has never left the East China Sea Dragon Palace after he was born, but he has never seen a ghost. Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian? I heard that evil ghosts all look like green faces and fangs. They like to eat dragon blood and drink dragon meat the most. Is that true?"

"What did you hear from there?" Zhang Jian asked speechlessly, but the little dragon king's big crystal clear eyes slowly looked puzzled.

"What my sister told me when she was a child. When the baby was not good, she scared Benlong and said that if the baby was disobedient, she would throw this baby into the evil ghost's nest and let them eat it." Seeing the fog deep in the deck gradually shrinking, the little dragon king was so scared that he quickly pressed Mengmeng's little head into Zhang Jian's wet windbreaker sleeves.

Well, who are these people... dragons? Zhang Jian reached out and touched the tender dragon's horns. When he was about to comfort him, a fog in the depths of the deck in front of Zhang Jian suddenly swelled to the left and right, and finally a thin passage was separated. As Zhang Jian looked at him, a skeleton man wearing a black headband walked slowly from the passage given out by the fog. He saw that the skeleton man was wearing a white Arab robe and a tight snakeskin scale inside. What was particularly exaggerated is that its left skeleton frame was inlaid with a large jasper ring and connected with a black steel scimitar from the Arab region with golden wire to replace the missing skeleton arm. The skeleton man walked steadily along the way. If Zhang Jian had not confirmed that this was a skeleton frame, he would almost think that this was a powerful warrior who had been through many battles.

"You were you who attacked me just now?" Zhang Jian shook the titanium alloy metal stick in his hand, stepped forward and burst out with a sharp momentum and confronted the skeleton man. He knew that he could never retreat at this time. The skeleton man must be a powerful warrior in front of him. For such people, there should be no retreat in the duel. Once the flaw is revealed due to retreat, the consequences will be death.

"Master, order me to attack you. Defeat me, see; fail, die." The bones in the skeleton man's jaw trembled, and the faint green fire flashed brightly or secretly in his eyes. He used intermittent words to convey to Zhang Jian the meaning of the person behind the scenes: "Leave, live alone."

"Where is Calypso? I want to see her! I have news about the octopus Jones in my hand." Zhang Jian knew that the entire ship could not escape the witch's sight. The Netherworld Sea Ship was like her land of gods. Any movement could not escape her divine eyes. I believe that his words had reached her ears. As for the result of the negotiation, it depends on the position of the betrayed Dutch captain in the mind of the goddess.

After a while, a magnetic temptation sound came from Zhang Jian's ear: "Little guy, as long as you defeat me, the immortal servant, you can see me. As a reward for sending me the news of that traitor, I will give you a small reminder. This little skeleton called was a pirate king from the Persian Gulf during his lifetime, and was especially good at using a scimitar. As for your brave little man, I am very interested in your performance when you hit the huge waves."

Zhang Jian helplessly put the confused little dragon king in his sleeve on the guardrail on the edge of the hull to prepare for battle. Suddenly, a fish-headed human waiter in a black tuxedo appeared in a shadow space beside the guardrail of the hull, using its blue-green seaweed tentacles to push a cart of exquisitely made snacks to the little dragon king. Although it was a species in the sea, there was no disgusting smell of sea on the fish man's body, but instead exuded a cool smell like grass and a sweet camphor.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!