Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Feng Qingyu held Kal'tsit's cold hand and sat beside the bed.

She had never thought that Kal'tsit looked so beautiful.

In the past, she always had a sour face, as if someone owed her millions, and she was fierce and meddled in everything.

Therefore, she was too lazy to even look at Kal'tsit any more.

She is very beautiful when she is quiet, but it's a pity that it's not what I want.

"It would be nice if you could stand up again and... scold me."

A tear fell and disappeared in the sea water.

The city lord's daughter standing behind Feng Qingyu was considering something.

There is a good way to revive this girl, but it is not a good way.

"Well...if you want to revive her, I know how to do it."

In the end, the city lord's daughter couldn't hold it back.

After all, Kal'tsit was indirectly sacrificed because of the feud between the sea people and the thieves, so the sea people owed her a life.

The dawn of hope illuminated Feng Qingyu's entire sky.

"Resurrection?"

Her dazed eyes lit up.

What a tempting word.

"Tell me quickly...what should I do?"

Feng Qingyu's body was shaking with excitement. If he could revive Kal'tsit, he would be able to make up for everything he owed her.

I can also tell her my answer.

"Do you know the 'Heart of the Ghost Shark'?" asked the city lord's daughter.

"what is that?"

Feng Qingyu had a hunch that this was the key to resurrecting Kal'tsit.

"Mr. Ghost Shark is the overlord of the ocean and lives in an underwater palace. Her heart can revive all dead things... Do you understand?"

The city lord's daughter told all the methods of resurrection in one go.

She still had some concerns in her heart.

That lord must hate humans so much that he would not easily help. Maybe, before he even stepped into the palace, the human would have been killed.

"Tell me...what should I do."

Feng Qingyu wanted to appear in the underwater palace immediately. However, she didn't know anything yet, including the location of the great devil.

When you hear the word "big devil", you know it's dangerous.

After a fierce ideological struggle, the city lord's daughter finally succumbed to her own compassion.

"If you are not afraid of death, I can take you there."

Feng Qingyu agreed without hesitation.

"I will go, no matter how dangerous it is."

In order to save Kal'tsit, you would be willing to sacrifice your own life, right?

They decided to go all out and set out on the journey to the underwater palace.

The underwater palace is not far away, just a few hundred miles ahead of the Salt Wind City on the seabed.

Compared to the populous Saltwind City, the road leading to the underwater palace is extremely desolate, and even creatures such as fish and shrimp are rare.

The scenery on both sides began to become desolate and the temperature of the sea water also dropped quietly.

Feng Qingyu's heart also began to beat faster.

The tension... and the invisible sense of oppression made her afraid to speak casually.

What does the big devil under the sea look like?

She knocked on the palace door.

Sixty-seven general

"Wow...Kelsey, what are you doing?"

Feng Qingyu's muscles were hit accurately, and the nerve tissue contained in the muscles was suddenly stimulated by external force and tensed up for a short while.

It is obvious that Mr. Kai is quite dissatisfied with the speech just now.

"Nothing, my hand slipped."

Kal'tsit retracted her "accidentally" slipped hand and continued to enjoy the exciting shooting practice. It must be said that she had accumulated a lot of water for more than a week, and she used a whole pack of tissues to wipe off the sweat.

In the last round of shooting, the black long gun injected soul into Kal'tsit's body, making her further sublime and her emotions reached the peak of excitement.

After practice, Kal'tsit collapsed on the sofa, and Feng Qingyu, a hard worker, cleaned the floor. The mop was thrown in the utility room, so he could just pick it up and use it.

There was a pool of crystal clear water on the floor of the bridge. Its texture was denser than ordinary water, less fluid, more viscous, and thinner than aloe vera gel for facial washing. It was in a delicate state.

"I'm telling you, you're such a mean old woman. You wet the floor yourself and yet you asked me to mop it. Have you forgotten how much effort I put in just now?"

Feng Qingyu held his aching waist and slowly mopped up the water stains on the floor. He threw the mop into the bucket, dipped it in water, and repeated the previous action.

The heartless old woman was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, drinking coffee. She had no intention of helping. The skin near her collarbone was still stained with sweat that had not yet been wiped off. Her white hair was a little messy, and there were a few red marks on her shoulders and neck that looked like mosquito bites.

As soon as she mentioned her skirt, she immediately turned hostile. Feng Qingyu was very depressed, but there was nothing he could do. After all, she was the manager of the Rhodes Island Medical Department and a veteran of Rhodes Island.

With just one word from Kai, the operators run themselves ragged.

"The floor is dirty because of you, Operator Kuroba. You are responsible for the public health of Rhodes Island. Besides, you enjoyed it just now, didn't you?"

These words left Feng Qingyu speechless.

yysy, it was quite enjoyable and I gained a lot of so-called "cool" experiences. However, back pain and other muscle aches accounted for a larger proportion, at least 60%.

Faced with this cunning old woman, she was helpless, just like the infected people who once faced the natural disaster.

"Forget it, I can't beat you."

Feng Qingyu gave up arguing and used her energy to mop the floor. The floor beneath her feet was mopped until it was shiny and cleaner than before, so clean that Kal'tsit's two mouths could be clearly reflected.

Her mouth often disappears when she is full and this time is just one of many times. Feng Qingyu has long been used to it.

On the night of their first academic research, Kal'tsit lifted her skirt and slipped away after achieving research results, leaving poor Feng Qingyu lying there in the wind.

Lifting skirts mercilessly is a bad civilization.

Kal'tsit finished two cups of iced coffee, put down the mug with the Rhodes Island logo on it, and gave a grade to the shooting practice and academic exploration she had just completed.

"I give you an eight tonight. You know where you lost the two points. I hope you can keep up the good work next time."

One point was that a single round of shooting ended too quickly, and the other point was that at the end of the practice, she accidentally mentioned that other female operators liked to give her small triangular pieces of cloth as gifts when they pinged.

A woman's jealousy is indeed inversely proportional to size, Feng Qingyu thought.

Kal'tsit's heart is as small as her breasts.

In order not to disturb her sleeping roommates and to avoid being attacked by them, she had to reluctantly agree to stay in Kal'tsit's room.

"Let me make it clear first, I don't really want to come."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"..."

Feng Qingyu stepped into Kal'tsit's room after a while. The furnishings in the room were the same as before, nothing had been moved. The only change was the books on the desk, which now contained novels related to Knight Casimir.

She picked up one of the books, the title was "Legend of the Knight King", a simple and straightforward title, not as fancy as the light novels of the Eastern Kingdom. The cover was also very plain, as plain as the famous works of the Yan Kingdom, and the illustrations were not that exquisite.

I flipped through a few pages and found that the style was very similar to "The Legend of King Draco Gael", and it was written by the same author.

That's okay. The author may have dabbled in legendary figures from every country and understood the readers' preferences, which is why he created such a magnificent series.

The one seen in Victoria is the Victorian version, and the one on Kal'tsit's desk is the Yan Mandarin version.

"You like reading novels, too? I remember you never bought this kind of fabricated unofficial history."

Kal'tsit untied her sweaty skirt, then her bra and panties, and threw them into the laundry basket one by one.

"I saw it while browsing in a bookstore and just bought a copy. I was going to Casimir soon, so I might as well read some literature there and try to adapt to the local customs. Although most of the story in this book is fictitious, it contains a lot of descriptions of the local customs and people, which I think are quite interesting. Especially the story of the Knight King's sister and the female knight of the enemy family, which is even more fascinating and more exciting than the main story with the Knight King as the protagonist."

The metal bookmark that came with the novel was already placed at the last chapter. It was surprising that Kal'tsit had almost finished reading the book.

Unless you see it with your own eyes, no one would imagine that Kal'tsit actually reads novels.

Feng Qingyu knows an operator who loves to read novels the most on Rhodes Island. He is the five-star satellite Pole who joined Rhodes Island last year. Sometimes he would submit serial novellas or short stories to magazines under the pen name "Bai Yu Su Fang".

How can novels be as interesting as academic research?

Feng Qingyu closed the book and put it back where it belonged, and also tidied up the documents and materials that seemed a bit messy on the table.

Kal'tsit was in the bathroom filling the bathtub, which took about three minutes to fill. The circular muscles were sore and painful from the sudden attack, and it seemed unfair not to do something fancy on some old woman.

She used the same trick again and stuffed the seaweed roll behind her into Kal'tsit's mouth, leaving Kal'tsit with nowhere to escape and unable to swallow or spit it out.

"You just offered me water, and now I'm offering you seaweed rolls. It's a courtesy to return the favor."

When something was suddenly stuffed into her mouth, Kal'tsit was stunned at first, then annoyed, her cheeks flushed red, and she considered whether to move her teeth.

As long as her teeth moved, Feng Qingyu would immediately regret what she was doing. But... she would definitely regret it too. The journey to Casimir was long, and it would be boring without a partner to discuss life sciences with.

Never mind, she thought.

Considering that Feng Qingyu tried very hard to please him tonight, like Mibo wagging his tail, he reluctantly forgave him this time.

Finally, she was forced to swallow the excess white salad dressing that overflowed from the seaweed roll, making her stomach bulge.

Sixty-eight, can you hug me?

Watching Kal'tsit swallowing the salad dressing in her seaweed roll, Feng Qingyu sat contentedly in the bathtub to take a bath.

Very good, the arrogant old woman was conquered, and her anger about mopping the floor for free was fully vented, achieving the best of both worlds.

She waited for a while, but the old woman didn't take revenge. She had been resented for a long time for feeding Kal'tsit seaweed rolls last time, but she didn't take revenge this time.

Feng Qingyu is not a masochist and does not have the hobby of being happy when being beaten. He simply feels uncomfortable.

"The sun is rising from the west? You're not angry at all. I feel weird about that."

Kal'tsit stood in front of the sink and used mouthwash to wash away the taste of salad dressing in her mouth. The salad dressing tasted okay, but it was a bit sticky and a bit greasy after drinking too much.

Even after rinsing my mouth several times, the taste of salad dressing still remained in my stomach, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"I should have kissed you and let you taste yourself. Next time you dare to put something in my mouth, I will definitely do the same."

The warning look made Feng Qingyu feel scared.

It is better not to pursue excitement to the end.

"I understand... I won't dare to do that next time. Sometimes when I see your pink lips, I want to stuff your mouth with food. Of course, I stuff good food for you to eat. Didn't you enjoy eating just now?"

Kal'tsit squeezed some toothpaste on herself and brushed her teeth inside and out, making sure there was no residual smell of salad dressing in her mouth.

From the perspective of paying attention to hygiene, she actually didn't like it very much, but she didn't hate it either. After all, it was part of an academic discussion, and Feng Qingyu had been working hard to cooperate with her, contributing the most, so it wasn't impossible for her to be patient and use her words to make others happy.

Never mind, it actually doesn’t taste that bad.

Kal'tsit spat out the last mouthful of water, wiped the water off her face with a towel, sat in the bathtub, and kept a civilized distance between herself and Feng Qingyu.

If you have too much academic discussion in the bathtub, the floor will be covered with water, which makes it very easy to slip. Even if the floor tiles are designed with multiple patterns, it cannot guarantee that you will not fall.

However, it is indeed quite nice to discuss in the bathtub, which is more interesting than at the desk.

"Hei Yu, I've decided. I want to discuss what we just discussed with you. What do you think? We don't have to stand to discuss this time, so as to avoid back pain."

Feng Qingyu smiled bitterly, sat up straighter, and leaned his back against the wall of the bathtub. The heated bathtub was still quite warm, so he didn't have to worry about catching a cold.

"You talk as if you can sit and talk without back pain."

Then it was Kal'tsit's turn to get in position. She stretched her circular muscles and clamped Feng Qingyu's tail. It was also right for everyone to massage each other after exercising, which was mutually beneficial.

Although Feng Qingyu had no achievements in the field of medicine and was afraid of those headache-inducing medical terms, she, like most people, maintained a high level of interest and enthusiasm in discussing the origin of Terra's creatures.