Chapter 762: Many people died
The woman walked to Qin Ming's side, bends down slightly, her wavy hair, inadvertently stroked Qin Ming's arm, and said softly, "Can I sit here?"
"No." Qin Ming took a sip from his teacup and said.
Hearing Qin Ming's words, all the warriors in the teahouse were taken aback, and the woman was also slightly taken aback, and then smiled and sat down opposite Qin Ming.
"Why is there a man who is so incomprehensible to you in the world?" The eyes rolled, and the woman seemed to blame and complain.
Lifting his head, Qin Ming missed the woman, and did not feel any shock because of the woman's stunning appearance. He said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"You are too cold and ruthless, do you know how many people died in order to come to you?" Although the woman's voice was flat, Qin Ming heard a faint resentment.
"A lot of people died? To find yourself?" Qin Ming stared at the woman suspiciously, waiting for her to explain.
The moment the woman approached the tavern, Qin Ming knew. After all, the woman was also Wu Zun, and the power of heaven and earth she carried on her body was as dazzling as a light in the dark night.
A woman who didn't go there, but came to the teahouse where she was sitting, obviously she had something to look for herself.
And this woman had an indescribable smell all over her body, which made him wary.
This kind of smell, if Qin Ming hadn't made a mistake in judgment... She was not from this continent, she should be from Yuan Continent.
The woman stared at Qin Ming and stroked the hair on her head, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "Actually, I am not a warrior from this continent."
"Yeah." Looking at the woman, Qin Ming nodded and agreed with her, "You are a warrior from the Yuan Continent, what's the matter, please tell me!"
At the same time, Qin Ming was secretly vigilant, the hands under the table clenched into fists, the power of heaven and earth gathered, ready to attack at any time.
Qin Ming in the Yuan Continent had a lot of grievances in his previous life, but in this life, Qin Ming had never been there.
Only the mysterious scorpion forces have a grudge against him.
Qin Ming didn't feel the killing intent on this woman, otherwise, he would never sit here so peacefully.
The woman was shocked when she heard Qin Ming's words. Qin Ming's tone was very positive, and she did not feel surprised that she was from the Yuan Continent. Obviously, she had guessed it a long time ago.
This made her feel slightly surprised, how did Qin Ming guess it?
"Since you know that I am from the Yuan Continent, you should know that it is not easy to pass through the sea of despair." The woman said slowly, touching the teacup in her hand.
"Of course." Qin Ming nodded, "The probability of Wu Zun passing through the Sea of Despair is less than 10%. You are very lucky to be able to come back alive."
"But eight sect disciples died in the sea of despair, did you know?" Although the woman's voice was nice, she couldn't conceal the sadness in her heart, and there was a faint mist in her eyes.
Qin Ming let out a sigh of relief: "Nine came here, eight died, one live, you are already very lucky."
Nine dead and one is really a sea of luck and despair. If it is an ordinary warrior, one of twenty can live, it is not bad.
According to Qin Ming's understanding, there are about a thousand ships sent out from Yuan Continent each time, and it is difficult for one ship to return.
Some succeeded in passing through the sea of despair and stayed on other continents, while some were destroyed in the sea of despair when they returned.
The sea of despair, the difficulty of getting through, is really desperate, maybe this is the origin of the name of the sea of despair.
