He Comes From the Void

"Get out of me if you don't want to die!" Graves swam to the bottom of the ship again to grab destiny, and then pointed his gun at the hooks.

Of course he was bluffing, and the fate of flooding was useless.

They also saw that Graves was already a foreigner, and he formed a circle without any scruples, and yelled at the two of them.

A frenzied light and shadow flashed, and Graves' heart tightened—Drizzt had disappeared, not knowing where he had teleported to.

He still slipped.

Well, that's the case every time.

Graves sneered, like an old dog who refused to admit defeat, raised the **** of the rifle and broke the bridge of the nose of the guy in front of him, and was quickly beaten by others in the water.

"Man..." Drizzt, who appeared on the deck, stopped the rope he was about to toss when he saw this scene.

He had planned to teleport himself to the deck, then dropped the rope and pulled Graves up again.

But forget it.

Where can I escape in this vast sea? Doing so is nothing more than another struggle to delay time. Whether it is Graves or him, Planck will eventually be caught back.

"Come on again, will your kid beat people? My mother is stronger than you, and she died a few months ago." Graves said with a big tongue, spitting out blood from her teeth and mouth.

Boom—a fist big as a sandbag slammed into Graves’ eye socket.

Graves was still stubborn, and Drizzt couldn't bear to look straight.

He didn't even see the action of the thugs, so he leaned back into the water. The pain exploded in the joints of his body and finally fainted.

The hooks dragged Graves onto the boat and escorted them back to the Underworld.

He was violently beaten by the thugs, and then put his arms behind him and handcuffed them in handcuffs made of pig iron. He was clamped and lifted up again, and finally knelt in front of Planck.

Behind him, a pirate with a pocky face held up Graves, not letting him go down.

His eyes were swollen out of focus, and the tall figure in front of him was separated by a layer of frosted glass, suddenly near and far away.

Plank stepped forward, grabbed Graves' hair, lifted his head, and stared at him with divergent eyes.

"It's so kind. It ruined my two ships and dozens of people. These losses are counted on you. You have to work for me until I die. But now it's impossible."

He stood up and turned his back: "I am not an unreasonable person, and I will not force others to bow and kneel in front of me. What I want is just a little respect. But you two dare to ride. Shit on my neck. Unforgivable."

Hearing this, his men began to surround themselves, like a group of hungry hyenas finally waiting for the chance to have a meal.

Graves closed his mouth tightly. He would not beg for mercy, nor would he die.

It seemed that he had been sure of his plan, and Planck said: "You will not die in my hands. Someone will call you for your life."

Graves used his lead-filled head to think, but he couldn't think of the great **** that would make Planck obedient. He really provokes too many people.

"Get ready to endure a thousand years of imprisonment," Planck said, and the general thugs burst into laughter.

A thousand years of life is better than death... Graves thinks he knows, it was the sea witch who called for his life.

Planck nodded to one of the crew members, and the boy walked up to Graves, reached out and fumbled for him, not even letting go of his crotch, as if searching for something.

Then he looked at Planck and shook his head.

"Where is the Crown of the Abyss?" Planck's face was sullen, staring at Graves' scalp tingling.

"At Drizzt, he has already slipped away alone with the baby. Don't even want to get it."

Si smiled and said, his body shook uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding.

"Really?" Planck also followed with a smile, meaningful.

The thugs dragged Graves' feet and dragged their heads towards the mast of the Underworld. After the sail was burned out, the mast became bare, and Graves saw a butcher standing on it.

The butcher hung a huge fishhook from the mast. Graves' eyelids jerked, and he was keenly aware of what was going to happen next-he would be hung on the hook like a skinned moray.

Graves was put on the mast bit by bit and approached towards the hook, and the threat in Planck's words was even more terrifying than death he had imagined.

"A rusty fishhook will pass through your mouth through your jaw. You won’t die right away, at least you can live until the next day. But tonight, you will be hung on the crane at the slaughter pier, a group of piers. The rat approached you with its blood-red fangs and gnawed at your toes with needle-like slender teeth. The germ-carrying saliva splattered on the ground, making you painful. But it's not over yet, the pus and blood of the wound It will fill your throat, and every instinctive swallowing will involve the wound and cause severe pain. Gradually, you will feel difficulty breathing, and eventually choke to death."

Planck's conversation turned and looked at Graves: "You said, Drizzt would watch you die in such pain?"

"You think of Cui Zi too noble." Seeing the fish hooks approaching, Graves sneered unchangingly: "The last time he left me, he caused me to be in jail for ten years. But I’ve been out there for so long. Such a selfish person, do you still expect him to save me? You are still too young..."

Before the words were finished, there was a flash of light and shadow, and Drizzt appeared out of thin air on the deck of the Underworld.

The thugs all raised their weapons, he held the golden sea snake crown in one hand, and clenched his fist in the other hand and coughed twice in front of his mouth.

"Ahem, I heard someone speak ill of me as soon as I arrived."

"Fuck off! You idiot, what are you doing back!" Graves roared, not embarrassed by the punch.

Drizzt angered him more by throwing the snare than leaving him to escape. This **** should run as far as possible and never look back.

"I'm here to save you. You don't appreciate it anymore." Drizzt has already vowed not to leave Graves behind, not to mention that Graves was caught by Planck just to save him who nearly drowned. It is even more necessary for him to show up.

"Who wants you to save, you don't have eyes long!" Graves put it down again, like a fish that had just been caught ashore, swooping frantically on the ground, cursing and swearing, all kinds of vulgar and vulgar words appeared endlessly.

Drizzt gave a wry smile~www.readwn.com~ last time he didn't get you out of prison, but he was hated for ten years and almost killed by you.

He knew very well that they had an amazing commonality on this point, that is, what he said and what he thought was completely opposite.

Thinking about it in another way, if he was caught by Planck, he was extremely confident that Graves would come to rescue him, no matter how many opponents there were.

Even if he was facing death, he would rescue him from under the sickle.

Moreover, he didn't feel any distress in trading for Graves with a broken crown. They have all tested it, and this crown is a useless fake, worthless.

Although Planck will probably be caught in the end after being rescued, at least I have to try it!

"It's touching, but I still think about what excuses I can use to fight for a reduction of sentence with the sea witch." Planck, who was ignored, suddenly said, making both people calmer.

Drizzt approached the bar and raised the crown aloft: "Let Graves go, or I will throw this unlucky crown into the sea, no one can think of it!"