C189 Bird-rod

Wang Ye sat at the back of the boat, Ma Yuanqing was at the front controlling the sand boat, the light wind was blowing on his face and body, this autumn night, it was a little cold.

Wang Ye stood up and walked to the bow of the ship where Ma Yuanqing was.

"Brother Ma, how did you know how to drive a sand ship?" Wang Ye asked.

The sand ship suddenly turned and flew towards the shore