It's this chicken head mask, really distracts people.
"Dong—"
With a soft thud, Zhou Qing landed steadily on the deck.
"Mr. Ji..." Jin Mantang's Adam's apple moved, his voice dry to the point of absurdity.
He instinctively wanted to bow, but his knees were stiff and rigid.
Zhou Qing waved his hand, his voice slightly weak, "Shopkeeper Jin, just call me Mr. Ji."
Saying this, he glanced at Luo Lingling, who was slowly walking over holding an old hen, and nodded slightly, his eyes showing a trace of fatigue.
"I need to rest, the upcoming journey will rely on you all!"
Zhou Qing looked at Jin Mantang, his tone light yet indisputable.
"Yes! Rest assured, Mr. Ji!"
Jin Mantang responded quickly, his heart filled with both reverence and gratitude.
If not for the person in front of him who made a move, he and the Cloud Whale might have already been buried in the Sea of Shadows.
At this moment, how could he dare to slack off even a bit?
