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"Let's go, Liu Qingjun, let's go in." Liu Xia Yamei smiled at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing nodded. Although it was not long, he had to protect Liu Xia Yamei all the time. In case of an emergency, he also had the ability to solve it. Originally, he planned to stay outside for a while, but since Yamei Liuxia said so, he just nodded.

Seeing Liu Qing's expression, Liu Xia Yamei seemed to know Liu Qing's thoughts. She stretched out her finger around the nail board and said, "Liu Qingjun, look around and find that there are not many people outside."

Hearing Liu Xia Yamei's words, Liu Qing turned around and took a look and immediately found that it was true. There were only a few lonely people on the deck, standing in the distance talking, and the island beauties who had just waved goodbye to their families on the deck returned to the cabin.

Suddenly, there were waves of melodious songs in the cabin. From time to time, the delicate laughter of women and the shouts of men came from it. Liu Qing turned around and looked at Liu Xia Yamei. Seeing Liu Xia Yamei looking at herself with a smile, she couldn't help touching her nose.

"Well, what's the matter? Do you have such a ceremony to worship God?" Liu Qing scratched the back of his head and took a step forward.

"No." Liu Xia Yamei shook her head with a smile, her delicate body slightly, paused, and continued to say, "The women who can go to the North Sea to participate in the worship ceremony are often the best women of various families. Of course, many women are selected from the people, so they don't have much status before they are elected as saints. But after all, everyone's opportunities are equal. It is very likely that the most inconspicuous person around you can finally become a saint. At that time, her status will rise.

Therefore, every time we send a woman to the North Sea to worship God, we will organize a party on the cruise ship to deepen the relationship between various families. Even if we are not elected as saints, there will be a little friendship in the future. As you know, these are the things that we big families value most.

Liu Qing nodded. No wonder he saw four or five bodyguards around him, but there were only one or two bodyguards standing beside them. It turned out that there was such a difference. He also saw that some bodyguards disdained their masters. They must be saints selected from the people.

If she can become a saint, she will naturally be promoted to heaven. But if she is not elected as a saint, it is estimated that she will return to her original family and live an ordinary life.

"Then let's go in too?" Liu Qing pointed to the hatch and asked.

"Whatever, if Liu Qingjun doesn't want to participate, let's just stay here." Liu Xia Yamei said with concern.

"It's okay. Let's go. Anyway, I haven't seen the party of your island nobles." Liu Qing smiled and took the lead towards the hatch.

"Then... Then wait for me to change my clothes." Liu Xia Yamei suddenly said, making Liu Qing, who was about to enter the cabin, stop.

"Yemp. OK." Liu Qing nodded.

After listening to Liu Qing's permission, Liu Xia Yamei smiled and hurriedly waved to the people in the distance. Not long after, a woman hurried over from the opposite side. First, she bowed to Liu Qing, and then bowed to Liu Xia Yamei.

Liu Qing responded politely. He knew the identity of this woman. She was a close servant of Liu Xia Yamei and served Liu Xia Yamei's daily life. Her own strength should not be underestimated. It is estimated that there is also a realm of tolerance.

Liu Xia Yamei said a few goodbye words to Liu Qing, and then took the servant down.

The boring surname Liu Qingsuo came to the deck again and stared at the ocean in the distance. The sea was boundless, and the sea was calm without any waves. There are dark clouds floating in the sky in the distance, as if a storm is brewing, quiet and strange.

"Binky bitch! It's your honor to let you worship God. You don't know what's good or not. I think you're tired of living. Suddenly, there was a man's scolding next to him. Following the sound, he saw a man in his upper body looking fiercely at the girl who was curled up on the ground.

The girl was wearing only a thin coat, and her whole small body was trembling on the cold deck. Five red finger marks appeared on her pretty face with pear blossoms and rain. Her hair was messy, and she dared not look up at the man.

"Ichiro, I think forget it. We still have to keep this Chinese girl to worship God. If the head of the family blames her, we can't afford it." A man in a samurai suit next to him pulled the man and said.

"No, I was angry when I saw this stinky woman today. It's her honor for you to worship God on behalf of our Miyai family. If it weren't for her special physique, I would have really wanted to do it today. Damn her! The Chinese girl tastes very good. Ichiro Miyai looked at the Chinese woman on the ground with a silver smile. The fat on his body trembled up and down, and walked towards the woman step by step.

Some people on the deck heard Ichiro Miyai say his identity on behalf of the Miyai family, so they closed their mouths and stopped talking. You know, the Miyai family can also rank in the top three in the whole island country, and they don't have the strength to provoke now.

I just don't know why the Miyai family arranged Ichiro Miyai to be in charge of this matter this time. You know, Ichiro Miyai is not the best disciple of the Miyai family. It's simply blind to be responsible for such a major thing, unless the Miyai family has any big move in the future.

The layman watches the bustle, and the insider watches the doorway. Many people see some clues from this matter, but they just don't say it clearly.

"Give you one last chance, whether you go or not." Ichiro Miyai took a step forward, and his right foot happened to step on the woman's right hand. Suddenly, the painful woman shouted.

"Tay it!" Ichiro Miyai urged angrily.

The woman lying on the ground stopped crying and let her right hand step on Ichiro Miyai's right foot, as if her right hand no longer belonged to her. She was silent for a moment, and finally raised her head and looked at Ichiro Miyai resolutely.

"I'm not going. Why should I go to worship the bugs of your island country? I'm from China. I want to worship our Chinese dragon!"

"You!" Ichiro Miyai's face changed, but he didn't expect the woman under his feet to give him so much face. He suddenly pulled out the samurai sword next to him, pointed straight at the woman's nose, and said fiercely, "Since you say so, don't blame me."

The woman slowly closed her eyes and shouted, "Even if I die, I won't give in."

Oh!

Just as the samurai sword was about to touch the woman's nose, a black object flew from a distance with a whining wind and shot on the side of the samurai sword with a bang. Ichiro Miyai only felt a pain in the tiger's head in his right hand, and the knife in his hand flew to the sea.

(to be continued)