Crackle and pop.
Big Red Mane struggled desperately, its bright red tail splashing water droplets onto my face.
The glowing blue tentacles wrapped around Liang Qu, making him feel as though he had sunk into a big, cold jelly, soft and wobbly.
Ah, refreshing!
Being wrapped up by the Sea Master in winter was too cold and damp, only causing discomfort.
But in summer, it was a completely different sensation, a supreme pure pleasure.
Liang Qu lay back and sat on the Sea Master's tentacles as if lounging on a top-notch waterbed sofa, looking up as the other giant tentacles deftly navigated through the merchant convoy, selecting goods.
Whoosh!
Multiple gazes stabbed over.
Peering through the gaps in the tentacles, Liang Qu saw Ke Wenbin poking his head around and leaping to Xu Yuelong's side, pointing and gesturing with a face full of the smugness of a scheming scoundrel.
