Ten thousand hectares of waves.


    A flat boat.


    No matter how the wind blows and the waves hit, the Wu Peng boat is like walking on the ground.


    Zhou Yi sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his long hair was loosely scattered, and the dark blue robe was hunting.


    Looking into the distance with both eyes, they only saw that the sea and the sky were mixed together, and the boundary between the water and the sky could not be clearly distinguished.


    Until the sun rises.


    Countless rays of light burst forth, and the blue sky and blue sea were divided into upper and lower parts, dyeing the sea water sparkling and golden.


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