Long Yi frowned slightly. He had never heard of the troll tribe and the elf tribe that Thrall had just mentioned before. It seemed that they were unique populations that had evolved over many years on the isolated island of Kezan.
There are countless secrets hidden in every corner of this vast world, and what you see now is just the tip of the iceberg.
Ling Bingqian pouted and drove the car silently towards the dock of Jinghai City. It was obvious that she was very unhappy because she had just lost face in front of Long Yi.
It was almost afternoon and the truck was driving on the suburban road. The surrounding scenery became more and more desolate. There was no village in front and no shop behind. It was a desolate and lonely scene.
"Gurgle~Gurgle~" Ling Bingqian's stomach growled. She hadn't eaten since morning and had been driving the truck for five hours straight. She was already dizzy and starving. When she saw the tree bark beside the road, she wanted to take a bite.
Long Yi pretended to be surprised and asked, "Ms. Ling, did you hear any sound? Is your phone vibrating?"
Ling Bingqian almost rolled her eyes to the sky when she heard that. What else could that sound be? It must be my stomach growling. Now it's your turn to drive the truck for 5 hours!
She parked the car on the side of the road, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then said, "Is there any sound? I didn't hear anything. Maybe you're hallucinating."
Seeing that this girl was still trying to save face and suffer, Long Yi wanted to tease her even more.
He magically pulled out a plate of steaming roast duck from his storage space, fanning the aroma with his hands and saying, "It smells so good! It's just time for dinner."
A hint of surprise flashed across Ling Bingqian's beautiful eyes. She suppressed the craving in her stomach and asked in surprise, "How...how did you make it? It's still steaming."
Long Yi raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Want to learn? Call me brother and I'll teach you."
After he finished speaking, a pot of steaming spicy crayfish appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the rich aroma filled the air.
Ling Bingqian said angrily, "Don't let your imagination run wild. How could I, the dignified Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion, call you brother just for a meal?
And do you really think I'm a three-year-old? Didn't you just put the food in the storage space beforehand and then take it out now? If I had such a high-end storage space, I would just put a full banquet in it. "
After Ling Bingqian finished speaking with a double-talk, she began to rummage through the truck. However, this truck was new, and she searched for a long time but couldn't find even a crumb of bread.
Thrall took out a dark object of unknown origin and handed it to Ling Bingqian, saying, "Pavilion Master Ling, would you like to try the delicacies of our goblin tribe?"
Ling Bingqian looked at the indescribable dark green bricks in front of her. If Sal hadn't told her that this was a delicacy, she would have thought it was a brick covered with moss.
She waved her hand politely and said politely, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not very hungry yet."
Upon hearing this, Thrall brought the moss brick to his mouth and started eating it.
Long Yi looked at the girl's stubborn expression and said with a smile, "This crayfish is delicious, but the shell is too hard to peel. I'd better switch to a plate of mutton hot pot."
After he finished speaking, he put the crayfish in his hand back into the storage space, and there was another plate of mutton hotpot in his right hand.
Long Yi's storage space contains enough delicious food to last for a month. These were all prepared by the five-star chef of Mingxuan Pavilion when he was in the capital, just in case.
If Ling Bingqian was just hungry, she could have endured it, but at this moment, there was a mean-spirited person sitting next to her, eating delicious food with relish.
Ling Bingqian felt that every time Long Yi ate a piece of mutton, her spirit would be destroyed.
Finally, driven by the most primitive desires of human beings, she put aside her pride as the head of the High Heaven Pavilion and said in a weak and delicate voice:
"Brother...Brother~, can you give me some of the mutton hotpot in your hand?"
Long Yi felt secretly happy. This girl finally couldn't resist the temptation and came to ask him for help. However, he pretended not to hear clearly and asked:
"Hmm? Miss Ling, were you talking just now? I couldn't quite hear you."
Ling Bingqian suppressed the urge to beat Long Yi up, raised her voice and said kindly, "Brother Long Yi, can you give me some of that shabu-shabu mutton?"
"Yes! Of course, why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to eat? How could I let Miss Ling go hungry?"
Before Long Yi could finish speaking, Ling Bingqian snatched the mutton hotpot from his hand, dipped it in the sauce and quickly stuffed her mouth full. As she ate, her eyes became moist.
Long Yi took out a bowl of porridge and two rolls from the storage space and said, "Miss Ling, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I have more here."
This time, Ling Bingqian didn't insist. She took the porridge from Long Yi's hand and drank half a bowl. Her originally hungry stomach gradually calmed down.
After eating and drinking, Ling Bingqian realized that she had just called Long Yi "brother". She was ashamed and angry, and buried her head in her chest.
Long Yi teased, "What are you thinking about? Eat and drink enough and get to work quickly, otherwise you won't be able to reach the dock before dark."
The slight sense of shame in Ling Bingqian's heart disappeared. This bastard didn't even treat her as a girl. In his eyes, she really became a driver.
She stepped on the accelerator in anger, and the truck drove along the road towards the port...
Finally, the sound of a cargo ship's whistle was heard in the distance. Looking ahead, I could vaguely see the cargo ship docked at the dock and the high stacks of containers.
After Ling Bingqian parked the truck, she rolled down the window and asked the staff, "Sir, do you have any boat tickets to Kezan Island?"
"Kezan Island?" The staff member waved his hand and said, "I've never heard of it. Did you remember the name wrong?"
"Oh, it's okay, thank you."
Ling Bingqian rolled up the car window and turned to Long Yi and asked, "They said they've never heard of the name Kezan Island."
Long Yi said, "According to Sal's description, Kezan Island is an isolated island. It might not even be found on the GPS system, let alone the destination of the ferry.
"Saar, how did you get from Kezan Island to Jinghai City?"
Thrall tilted his head and gestured like rowing a boat. He said, "I cut down a big tree on the island, hollowed it out, and made it into a boat. I rowed for a long time, and this is the first piece of land I saw."
"Canoe?" Long Yi secretly clicked his tongue and couldn't help but admire Sal's courage and loyalty to the chieftain.
To cross the vast ocean to Jinghai City, one not only has to face wind, sun and food crisis, but also runs the risk of being swallowed by ruthless waves and swept to the bottom of the sea at any time.
Ling Bingqian couldn't help but give Thrall a thumbs-up and praised him, "Thrall, you are a true warrior of the Goblin Tribe!"
Sar was depressed when he heard this. He said with a gloomy look: "I am not a hero. The 18 compatriots who died in the ocean are the real heroes."
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