C1254 The Dust Settled

A fishing boat was sailing slowly on the sea. Zhou Wuya and Murong Yu stood on the deck.

Other than this fishing boat, there were a few other fishing boats in front and behind them, forming a fleet.

On the deck, Zhou Wuya suddenly clutched his chest and said with a pained expression, "Not good! I was hit by the high-speed particle flow created by nuclear fusion!"

On the deck