Pirates of the Beautiful Navy

Chapter 177 Little Ancestor

in the room.

"Very good, everyone stood up one by one, did you realize your mistake?"

Seeing Mustache and the others standing in a neat row, Brian sullenly said something to them in a very 'serious' manner, like an instructor lecturing a student.

"Damn...don't push yourself too hard, brat. Look at what this is. This is a knife...it's sharp. It can kill you with just one blow. Are you still pissed off?"

After listening to Brian's words, Mustache almost didn't breathe out, choking himself to death.

He raised the dagger in his hand, and pretended to shake it, with a cold light flashing on the blade, and threatened Brian.

"You still call me a stinky girl, it's fine to call me a girl, but you still dare to say that I am stinky, you come and smell it, I don't smell bad, obviously Lu Fei has always said that I am fragrant."

Once again being called a stinky girl by a mustache, can Brian bear it?

He wrinkled his nose, stretched out his hand, and let the mustache come and smell it by himself, it definitely doesn't stink, okay?

"Pfft...haha...er..."

Suddenly, the scarred face next to the mustache laughed, and then there was a stare fixedly at him, which made him cover his mouth immediately in fright.

"Damn girl, you don't understand human language, do you? I don't mean you are smelly, I mean you are hateful, do you understand?"

Mustache's eyes widened, bloodshot from anger, and then gave Brian a detailed explanation.

"Oh, that's what it means."

After listening to Mustache's explanation, Brian seemed to understand a little bit.

"Huh, I finally understand."

Seeing that Brian seemed to understand what he meant, Mustache exhaled a sigh of relief.

"wrong……"

The next second, Brian spoke again.

"My ancestor, there's something wrong again. Tell me, can I explain it to you?"

His mustache was disheveled, and he looked wryly at Brian.

"I understand the meaning of the smelly girl, but what does the dead girl mean? Shouldn't it be used to describe the dead? I'm not dead yet? Could it be that I'm a ghost?"

Brian poked his cheek with his fingers, looking thoughtful.

"Pfft...Little ancestor, that's the same. They all mean that you are hateful. Now, do you have anything else to ask? I will know everything."

The mustache is about to vomit. Is this little guy confused or cute? Why does he look like a curious baby? It's so tormenting him.

"No... no, there are more."

Brian was about to say no, but then changed his mind and said there were.

"What else is there? Tell me."

Mustache was a little nervous, and his hand holding the dagger was shaking constantly, as if he was about to lose his grip.

"Let me emphasize again to you, I'm not a girl, my man, I don't lie to you, really, really, really, really."

Brian said it seriously, three times in a row.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore, you stinky girl, go to hell."

Hearing this sentence, Mustache couldn't bear it anymore, he raised the dagger in his hand, and rushed towards Brian like crazy.

call out!clang!Boom!
When Mustache hadn't taken three steps, a small object passed by his ear, rolled his hair, smashed the dagger in his hand, and left a half-human body on the wall behind him. high hole.

The room suddenly became airtight.

At night, the cool wind blowing in from this cave also brought the coldness from the north, making Mustache and the others shiver.

despair!
Mustache stopped slowly. From the time he started running to when he stopped, he took a total of six steps.

The handle of the remaining dagger in his hand fell off, and Mustache's eyes widened to the maximum. He stood less than a few meters away from Brian, with indescribable fear emerging in his heart.

The remaining cool wind in his ears was still stimulating the nerves in his head, it was so cold.

The eight accomplices behind Mustache all had their mouths wide open, some looked at the hole behind them, and some looked at Brian on the opposite side.

"..."

Mustache still raised his hands, cold sweat began to appear on his face, he seemed to be holding back very hard, his face was blue, hesitant to speak.

"What did you just call me?"

Sitting on the table, Brian looked at him with a smile and asked kindly.

"Little ancestor! You are my little ancestor! I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

With a plop, Mustache knelt down in front of Brian in the blink of an eye, and then yelled loudly, so fast that people couldn't guard against it.

Those younger brothers knelt down when they saw their boss so neatly, and they also knelt down.

Seeing part of Bryan's strength, they also knew that this time they had encountered a difficult problem, and their lives were in danger.

"I don't want to be your little ancestor, you are so ugly."

Looking at the mustache with distaste, Brian pouted.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't become a little ancestor, you can be our master, what do you think?"

Not liberated from the horror just now, Moustache just wanted to survive, and couldn't care about anything else.

"I'm not that perverted, what about my master? I'm getting goosebumps, don't call me that."

Brian warned him.

The owner's name sounds like a slave's address to a slave owner. It reminds Brian of the Tianlong people he saw on the Chambord Islands. It's disgusting.

"Then what should I call you? Tell me, I have no objection."

Mustache licked his face and said.

"You are too timid, don't you doubt me? What if I didn't do anything just now?"

Seeing the obsequious look of Mustache, Brian felt that it was too boring.

"What are you talking about? Apart from us, you are the only one in this hotel. How could it not be?"

At this time, Mustache actually began to analyze it with reason and evidence, and the thief made sense.

"You're pretty smart, why did you play around with me just now, and look like you're in a hurry?"

Brian was curious.

He just asked a few questions just now, and the mustache was so anxious that his whole body was not well, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't realize it, but he was irritated by him and rushed over like crazy.

Now, this mustache is kneeling on the ground, and his IQ seems to have recovered. What is the reason for this?

"That's my lord, your majesty shocked me. You must be a strong man with an extraordinary aura. It's hard for ordinary people like us to resist."

Mustache immediately flattered, very smoothly.

"Pfft... Boss doesn't even make drafts when he flatters."

"Shut up... don't let the boss hear you."

Behind him, came the murmurs of the little brothers like Xiao Huzi, which made Xiao Huzi shake his face uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)