Nine deaths without a chance of survival

On the vast ocean, a flying spirit tool flew forward, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes left and sometimes right. It was like the most agile bird in the world.

A giant beast was roaring and chasing after him. It would strike out with its claws from time to time, creating huge waves, but it was unable to do so. In any case, the distance between them was getting further and further.

Seeing this, everyone heaved a long sigh of relief and looked at uncle Ling with respect.

Fortunately, uncle Ling was there. Otherwise, they would have died more than a hundred times if they had counted on that idiot an Xiuwen.

He really didn't understand why the aristocratic family behind the blue cloud shuttle would replace uncle Ling and hand the blue cloud shuttle to an idiot like an Xiuwen. Did water really enter their brains? At this moment, everyone had the same thoughts as Ling Chuxi and LAN Xinyu.