Sweat broke out and slid down slowly.
His fingers gripped Victor Shi's shoulders so tightly that they even left clear red marks.
A two-day storm had just passed at sea. The deck outside the cabin was covered with rainwater. The sail was soaked and hung heavily on the mast, waiting for the boatman to slowly pull it off.
The storm has not calmed down yet, and the atmosphere on the ship is gloomy.
Everyone's eyes swept back and forth in the sea, fearing that a monster would suddenly appear.
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