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Chapter 4837: Amusing

The Little Crown Princess "oh"-ed again, glanced at him, and saw that he hadn't activated a defensive spiritual artifact, yet not a single drop of rain touched him.

Upon closer inspection, any rainwater that did touch him was evaporated by a faint white mist.

Seeing this, the little stoic snorted.

Showing off his cultivation, eh!

If Lord Qiao Qiao ascended to the Transcendent God realm, she could also walk in the rain every day without getting a single drop on her.

First Young Master Qin inexplicably felt the young girl's mood turn sour again, and those beautiful eyes glared fiercely at him.

How baffling! How had he offended this little emperor now?

"Come with me quickly!" First Young Master tried to grab her, but found nowhere to reach.

The little stoic was entirely enveloped in a round, egg-shell-like shield, making it impossible to grab her.

First Young Master subtly twitched his lips, then said, "Little treasure, come with me quickly. You go first, hurry."

Just then, the plump Old Luo, the steward, also rushed over, running through the rain to First Young Master Qin, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Young Master, why are you still here? Hurry! There's a large group of corpse fish gathered below the ship, and the bottom hold is already taking on water."

Upon hearing that the corpse fish swarm had arrived, everyone's eyes showed anxiety, and several children started crying in fear.

Sister Yang quickly hugged her son, covering his mouth with her hand. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, child. We'll be able to leave here soon."

Qiao Mu turned to look at the mother and son, frowned, and said to First Young Master Qin, "Hurry up, where's the replacement ship? Let them come along."

"Good, good," First Young Master Qin nodded helplessly, signaling to a few young servants nearby.

Someone quickly stepped forward to help the women carry the children, urging them to follow quickly.

The current ship was swaying violently in the wind and rain, seemingly on the verge of collapsing.

Dozens of feet away, a large black ship, covered in iron armor, had silently anchored in the sea at some unknown time.

All around, the sea water surged and churned. A gust of wind blew, scattering Qiao Mu's tied-up long hair.

Her moon-white clothes fluttered wildly in the night wind.

Second Young Master Qin leaped from the opposite ship with incredible agility, landing on the deck, and frowned at Qiao Mu. "Hurry up, what are you still dawdling for?"

He tried to step forward and grab her, but like First Young Master, he found there was simply nowhere to grab this little thing...

He looked at her speechlessly. "Can you cross by yourself?"

Qiao Mu gave him a cold glare!

Pfft, this little distance, could it stump me, Lord? Do you think I'm useless?!

Too lazy to bother with them, Qiao Mu ascended into the air on her own.

So everyone saw the girl, enveloped in a transparent shield, rolling and rolling in mid-air... rolling across.

First Young Master Qin twitched his lips, silently closing his mouth.

Why did the little stoic seem a bit amusing?

Qiao Mu landed gracefully on the opposite ship. Fifth Young Master hurried over, holding a large towel in his hand.

But then he saw, uh... the young girl didn't need wiping at all.

Her wind and rain-blocking egg-shell defense shield was truly uniquely styled.

"Pfft," Dugu Ling couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing the little stoic's gaze sweep over, he quickly closed his mouth and lightly coughed. "Ah, is everyone alright?"

"Your ship is too shoddy!" the little stoic said indignantly.

Having to move ships in the middle of the night after falling asleep, how ridiculous is that?