Chapter 5018: Symbol of imperial power

The smell of roasted whole lamb followed the wind and gradually filled the room.

Matcha flicked his sleeves and turned, and strode past Cha Mi with his head high.

"Let's go, it's dinner!"

Today's roasted whole lamb, for sailors, is delicious on earth.

In addition, there were fine wines to add to the fun, except for the sailors on duty, all of them were drunk and fell on the deck, snoring loudly.

As for Feng Chenglin, he cut a piece of mutton with a dagger, picked it up on the stove and turned it over, and waited for "Zizi" to give it to Ling Luoyu.

"San Shao, tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and we have a rare leisure time. This one who admires the moon and the stars is definitely a rare best place in the world..."

Ling Luoyu sat cross-legged on the deck, leaning against the edge of the ship's gunwale, looking at the moon in the sky faintly.

"The moon tonight... is round!"

Feng Chenglin understood something. He sat down with his head down, cutting the mutton with his dagger, and his expression was a bit sullen.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes: "I don't even remember how long we have been out..."

"Yes!" Fengcheng Lin suddenly smiled bitterly: "I don't even remember what my daughter looks like..."

After so many years, it is estimated that my daughter has grown up!

And he?

"San Shao, I'm not a good father..."

"Fatty..."

"I don't mean anything else!" Feng Chenglin suddenly realized that under such circumstances, Feng Chenglin was more guilty than her, and quickly changed the subject with a smile: "By the way, these days, I am messing with those sailors. I'm familiar, and I've found an interesting phenomenon!"

"What?" Ling Luoyu responded absently.

"Do you know why some people have patterns on their faces, but others don't?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

About this, she knew it a few days ago.

"That's because the patterns are totems and a symbol of imperial power for the Yuren Clan! That is to say, only those royals and nobles with status are qualified to have patterns on their faces..."

With her eyes slightly sideways, she calmly looked into the distance.

"You told me about this matter a few days ago. Why, how long have you been drinking in these two days, and you have forgotten it?"

"Of course not!" Feng Chenglin moved to her side and leaned over and whispered in a low voice: "What I want to say is the origin of these patterns!"

"...I remember you also said it because of their ancestors?"

"Yes! But do you know who their ancestors were?"

"who?"

"It's the cave we found... Caveman..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

cave? !

Her eyes lit up suddenly.

"Is that the cave we entered near Puppet Mountain?"

"That's the one!"

"……you sure?"

"Not sure, but nine out of ten!"

Feng Chenglin glanced around and told her what he had heard.

"These are what the sailors said. As for the true and false...I am not sure. After all, some people talk about the mountains after drinking and don’t know the true or false! They just said that the ancestors of the scorpion race lived underground, so they lived in the water The underground river for a living... but they are not the real masters of that underground city!"

Ling Luoyu frowned: "It's not the real master of the dungeon?!"

"What do you say about the ancestors of the Shaman tribe? According to the tribe, their ancestors were the capable men of the dungeon lord. Later, after an accident in the dungeon, they withdrew to the ground to live..."