"No problem." Hei Dou didn't feel anything was wrong and nodded very seriously.
Suddenly, the Saint Lord raised his hand, and a flash of light appeared. Instantly, a section of the fishing net that was originally covering the boat was cut off, and it tilted downwards, with the little guy about to fall.
Below was the deck of the merchant ship, so high up that if he didn't die from the fall, he'd be half-dead.
Hei Dou cooperatively let out a miserable scream, wondering if disappearing at this moment might scare the Saint Lord half to death.
"Alright, I'm switching." Yang Ruxin quickly raised her hand to signal, then glanced at Gu Qingheng, "Take our son away shortly."
Gu Qingheng was quite helpless and could only nod.
The Saint Lord raised his hand to grab Hei Dou, and a powerful suction pulled Hei Dou from the hole in the broken fishing net, instantly grasping the little guy in his hand.
"Don't harm him." Yang Ruxin continued to signal, "I'll trade myself for her."
