Chapter 483

"I have to go to work, distinguished guests, please wait here for a while, the boat will come in a while." The old man said with a smile.

"Please." Gu Qingshan clasped his fists.

The old man nodded and disappeared in a hurry.

Gu Qing Shan looked at the three passengers.

Among the three, the most striking is the masked black-robed man floating in the air, exuding a bright aura.

Although the black-robed man has tried his best to suppress the power fluctuations in his body, the void around him is still resonating with him.

It seems that as long as he gives an order, the whole world will be moved by him.

This is the power of the gods.

Aasis is born with the affinity and support of all things.

That is, it is a god.

He is a descendant of the ancient gods.

Gu Qingshan's heart lifted.

Unexpectedly, here, I met a god casually.

I saw the black-robed god standing on the edge of the terrace, carefully keeping a distance from the other two passengers.

Are the gods afraid?

Gu Qingshan turned his gaze to the other two passengers.

It was a big red-crowned rooster, and a submachine gun.

Yes, a submachine gun.

- At least it looks like a submachine gun.

"Ahahaha, do you know? Last time, I danced in the universe of our world layer on a whim, and it attracted three cosmic monsters."

The big red-crowned rooster spattered and spoke excitedly.

Gu Qingshan stood aside and listened.

The language of the Jurassic world.

Such a concept suddenly popped into his mind.

Strange, how do you know this?

Gu Qingshan looked down.

The Ten Thousand Worlds Language Proficiency Manual in his hand is still murmuring in a low voice.

Only then did Gu Qingshan understand that the big red-crowned rooster was speaking in another language.

If it was him before, he would have no idea what the other party was talking about now.

It appears that the Blue Book is at work.

One hundred breaths, the language of all worlds is proficient.

What a means.

This blue-covered manual, only his master can hear its voice, it will help Gu Qingshan learn the language of all civilizations.

Gu Qingshan clenched the manual tightly, and while continuing to receive new languages, he listened to the big cock chatting with the submachine gun.

"Let me tell you, the cosmic monster of octopus is actually very delicious, but there are not many cooks who can make this dish."

"Really? It's a pity, I haven't eaten that kind of cosmic monster." The tone of the submachine gun was a little lost.

"Why? Cosmic monsters should be easy to catch." Big Rooster said suspiciously.

"As long as I shoot, no matter what it is, it will be completely destroyed, and I can't eat it at all." The submachine gun sighed.

"Then what do you usually eat?"

"Grow something to eat yourself, or go directly to bars, restaurants, clubs and other places to eat and drink." The submachine gun said.

"That's not bad. In some places, the cooks are okay."

The big rooster said, looked left and right, and glanced at the goddess.

It lowered its voice and said, "By the way, have you ever eaten a god?"

The submachine gun regretted: "It's the same with the gods. When I touch it, it will be ashes. Alas, I really don't have that kind of luck."

"Aren't you going to start lightly?"

"I only used 1/10,000 of my strength, but I still couldn't make the enemy leave dead bodies."

"...You are so pitiful." Big Rooster said sympathetically.

While they were talking, they looked at the goddess in unison.

The godborn was inexplicable, but instinctively moved further away from them.

"Look, a country bumpkin, who hasn't even passed the language test, doesn't even know what we're talking about." Big Rooster said contemptuously.

The submachine gun suddenly said: "There is also a kid here, but he was sent by the guardian of the tower himself."

A chicken and a shot looked at Gu Qing Shan again.

Gu Qingshan showed a smile and greeted: "Hello, you two."

The big cock and the submachine gun were startled.

The other party spoke Julin World.

How could this kid understand us?

They thought invariably.

"Hello." Big Rooster said in another world's language.

The submachine gun also changed the language of a world.

It used the same greeting tone and said a different question: "What's your name?"

At first glance, these two sentences seem to be greetings.

But in fact, the two sentences have completely different meanings.

Gu Qingshan said to the big cock: "Hello."

"My name is Gu Qingshan." He pointed at the submachine gun again.

The big cock whistled.

The pronunciation of each other's two languages ​​is very standard.

Big Rooster smiled and said, "We just talked about eating, Gu Xiaozi, do you have any research on this?"

"I usually cook my own food and mix the wine myself." Gu Qing Shan said.

"Yo, it seems that the craftsmanship is good." The big cock said with interest.

The other party looked only about twenty years old.

At this age, he can master so many languages ​​and be personally escorted by the guardian of the tower. How can he be a person with a simple origin?

At this time, a large ship flew slowly from outside the lighthouse.

The big ship was close to the lighthouse and stayed in the air.

The old man from the High Platform Guardian Association was standing on the bow.

"Passengers please get on board immediately, we will be leaving soon."

The big rooster leaped lightly and flew onto the deck.

The submachine gun slowly jumped forward and got on the boat.

Gu Qing Shan walked onto the boat as usual.

It wasn't until everyone else got on the boat that the black-robed goddess hurriedly flew onto the boat.

The goddess was full of tension.

"sail--"

The old man ordered loudly.

The big ship shook, gradually left the lighthouse, and flew towards the sky.

Gu Qing Shan stood on the edge of the deck and looked towards the sea.

The whole sea was shaking violently.

I don't know when, the lighthouse has disappeared.

The dark shadows surrounding the lighthouse also disappeared.

boom!

The world begins to crumble.

This scene is very familiar, Gu Qingshan just experienced it.

He sighed.

The four passengers watched the world crumble without speaking.

Soon.

The big ship rushed into the turbulent void, completely leaving that world behind.

Big cocks and submachine guns pay no attention to this.

They seem to be used to such trips.

The submachine gun pulled the cock and asked what the octopus-shaped cosmic monster tasted like.

The big cock pondered, and slowly described the smell of the monster.

The black-robed goddess stared at the old man closely, as if waiting for something.

Sure enough, the old man turned around and faced the four passengers.

"Everyone, we have already set off, and now please pay the shipping fee." He said gently and politely.

Out of nowhere, the big rooster found a box full of gems and threw his wings away.

The old man took the gem box, but did not open it, just put it in his hand and put it away.

"Thanks for your patronage." The old man said.

The submachine gun shook violently on the spot.

"what!"

It made an ecstatic cry.

Jingle!

A bullet with a metallic sheen fell on the deck.

"Enough?" the submachine gun asked breathlessly.

The old man made a move and took the bullet into his palm and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the old man raised his head and said respectfully, "This is a high-quality item. There is still a lot to pay for this time. Please wait a moment. I'll find the money for you."

The submachine gun said boldly: "Don't look for it, please help me prepare a bucket of high tower spirits in the room, and the rest will be used as a tip."

"Okay, thank you for your generosity." The old man smiled.

Immediately afterwards, the black-robed goddess also took out a luxurious small bag and handed it over.

The old man took the bag and shook it gently.

Inside the bag, there was a tinkling sound.

The old man frowned slightly: "That's not enough."

The black-robed goddess took a breath.

He paused, as if hesitating what to do.

The old man's face was even more ugly.

"Please wait."

The black-robed goddess said, and after touching the body for a while, he took out another delicate and small bag.

He sighed and handed the bag over reluctantly.

The old man took the bag and shook it.

His brows slowly stretched out, and he said, "Just enough, thanks for your patronage."

The black-robed goddess got this sentence, and he was relieved as if he had been granted amnesty.

Next, it was Gu Qing Shan's turn.