She knows a lot of things, and she can be said to be a decathlon, but she can't swim. She was probably flooded when she was a child, and her legs were weak when she saw water.

The fishing boat is not big and it sways very hard in the wind and waves.

Jun Feise held the little baby in one hand and held the boat's side tightly with the other, and his fingertips were a little blue.

She looked at the rolling water surface and thought that these vortexes might have a channel connecting the past and the future. If she jumped down, would she travel back?

Even though she thought so, she was not sure and she didn't want to take this risk.

"Miss, you are so lucky. This lake is the famous Yanwang Beach. Those who fell into this vortex have not survived. When you saw you two appearing out of the vortex like a baby, they also frightened the old man. I didn't expect you both to survive. It was a miracle! You really didn't have any breath at that time..."

Jun Feise's heart moved slightly. He was traveling through time. It was not too strange that "resurrected from the dead" was not too strange. This child—

She looked at the baby in her arms, and the baby blinked his eyes and looked at her, his light red lips curled slightly, and he smiled again.

After most of the day of rest, the child's face looked much better, with red lips and white teeth, and he loved to laugh very much, and he smiled so well! He wanted to kiss him.

Jun Feise felt aroused in her heart, and she bent her fingers and knocked on his forehead: "It's shameful to be cute!"

The baby froze and held his hands in his sleeves. He seemed to have pinched some magic tricks on his fingertips. He wanted to do something, but he finally held back.

The boat kept moving forward, with mountains on both sides, and they were all standing peaks, with different shapes and full of primitive ecology.

According to the ship boss, the mountain peaks here are quite strange, with monsters rampant in the mountains and few people coming, and ordinary people dare not get involved easily.

She was talking to the boss of the ship in an indiscriminate manner, and suddenly a few lights flashed in the air, with different colors and disappeared in an instant.

That's it?

"Haika monk!" The ship boss was very knowledgeable and excitedly spread knowledge to Jun Feise: "That is the Hinayana monk walking on the sword!"

Jun Feise: "..."

It was not until this moment that Jun Feise truly felt that she had really traveled to the world of fairy tales. In her lifetime, she finally saw the living sword flying.

The boss of the ship kept chatting, and Jun Feise really knew a lot from him.

For example, Hinayana monks who can fly with swords are elite disciples in large sects, and they all practice for at least five years.

The highest level of practice is Mahayana monks. There are very few people who can reach this level. Only the heads of several major sects can reach it. In the eyes of the people, they are real gods.

"By the way, there was a fight between gods here two days ago. It was so surging. Many peaks collapsed. The lake water rolled like a pot." The boss of the ship burst out another material and pointed at a mountain not far away: "Look at where, the hills have been flattened..."

Jun Feise's heart moved, and suddenly remembered the dream she had repeatedly had recently. It seemed to be the setting of the fairy world. She was still an immortal master. She fought with the rebellious apprentice and was stabbed by her apprentice...

Is this a coincidence?

Are the same world as what I dreamed of and what I traveled through now?

Will that...it will be my own past life?!

In one sentence, she blurted out: "Is there an immortal named Jun Feise in this world?"

The boss of the boat looked confused: "I haven't heard of it, is it a man or a woman? Which sect is from? Little girl, there are too many sects in this world, and there are not a thousand and eight hundred. The heads of each sect are basically called immortals..."

Jun Feise thought for a while: "Who is the most powerful person?"

The ship boss said solemnly: "Of course it is the Immortal of Brahmacharya... and His Majesty the Night Emperor of the Night Clan..."

Jun Feise was about to ask a few more questions, but a sound echoed in the air like a golden bell ringing: "Stop the fishing boat in front!"
Chapter completed!