I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

312. Princess disease vs Stockholm syndrome (middle)

[Talking?] Sakazuki was half leaning on the hatch, and at this moment, he was constantly shuttled around with sailors pretending to be busy and running around.

As a veteran captain, President Sa has never had a hundred ships and dozens of ships.

For ordinary sailing battleships, he also admitted that the sailing will indeed be more rushed. Tightening all kinds of ropes, observing the direction of the wind, etc., must be dealt with in time. . . . But this steam-driven paddle steamer, you gang of brats, adjust your ghost sails!

Sakazuki is too lazy to teach the gangsters who have muscles in their heads. Can you conceal this expression clearly written on your face?

Immediately, he made a gesture to the ghost spider waiting on the deck, indicating that the opponent cleared the field in advance.

The ghost spider nodded knowingly in response. This vicious, wicked lieutenant admiral broke his face, and groaned with a bit of anger to this group of [Problem Kids] and said, "I want to eavesdrop when I'm okay. Big news, so tomorrow, all members of the ship will run a 100-kilometer heavy cross-country, okay?!"

[Good mother! ! ?] The veterans ranted frantically in their hearts, and suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.

Compared with the big news, the rare rest time after returning to Hong Kong tomorrow is the most precious and cherished thing for these veterans who have families, women tickets, and brothers and friends.

The captain's room is located at the diagonally rear area of ​​the bridge. A group of curious little bunnies have their faces written "happy". Under the command of the lieutenant-admiral, they are driven out of Sakazuki with howling ghosts.

Seeing this group of melon-eaters who are far away from the bow of the ship watching the next movement of Sakazuki, President Sa feels very tired.

What? Why don't you go in for a secret talk?

Sakazuki is full of confidence in his steely mind, but he dare not have the slightest confidence in his group of big mouths.

As long as they go in alone, the marines and journalists with holes all over their necks can come up with 500 tricks for the subsequent development of the cabin!

With your cerebellum, you can think that a lightspeed reporter in this department will definitely not let go of this exclusive news. When the wind critic is killed, Sakazuki may not even be able to find a place to cry.

The yellow muddy crotch is not all shit, and it can't be washed clean.

What the people who eat melon really care about is not whether the mud on your crotch is mud or shit. Under normal circumstances, they only care about whether the stuff on your pants is poisonous in the **** or mine is buried in the shit!

Across the door, Hancock was alone, locked in the cabin alone.

The hideous and ugly wound on the back seemed to add a sense of incompleteness to this **** of beauty, which was somewhat similar to the beauty of Venus' broken arm in another dimension.

Her figure was a little bleak, and she was a bit wronged in her loneliness: "You recognize me, don't you?"

Across the door, Sakazuki can still clearly hear the opponent's slightly crying voice.

Recalling the scene in his mind that day, he indirectly admitted: "Is Raleigh okay?"

【really. ] Hancock puts his hands around his knees and buries his head low in his arms.

"thanks."

In the claustrophobic space, her voice was so low and low that she almost missed the self-proclaimed Sakazuki.

Sakazuki kept his back against the hatch and raised his brows: "Why do you want to thank you?"

"Although I don't know your true intentions, I am grateful for keeping my concubine a secret in front of everyone." Hancock laughed bitterly, Sakazuki completely shattered his arrogant coat , She realized that as long as the other party wanted, that man could easily threaten her survival and take her own life.

This time it’s Sakazuki’s turn to be surprised: "I thought you, a narcissistic girl, really had no brains, calm down?"

Hancock, who was undermined again, never showed annoyance this time. After hearing the words of Sakazuki, she seemed to be remembering something: "No brains, in the holy place Mary Joa is cruel and not human. Already dead in the enslavement environment."

As the world's first beauty was talking, she gradually clenched her fists.

The sharp nails are deeply embedded in the flesh and I don’t know it, but from an angle that no one can see, the smile becomes more and more mournful: "Although the concubine is not as far-sighted as Granny Guro Liosa, it is not an incomprehensible idiot. The concubine wants to hear you mention my true intention to keep secrets. For better or worse, the concubine just wants an answer."

She was perplexed and lost on the road of self-awareness, as if she was trapped and at a loss.

She was distressed, depressed and worried about the fugitive status that troubled her at that moment.

She hates and hates those Tianlong idiots who once treated them inappropriately!

Anger and hatred are fermented in the depths of memory, growing in the lingering nightmare.

But the world government's highest combat power [Red Dog], who should have been cursed by her day and night, destroyed the Tianxiang dragon's hoof prints intentionally or unintentionally, helping her keep a secret.

The enemy who played her life in the applause gave her the dignity of being born as a "human" in subtle ways.

Not as a slave who died tragically after being ruined.

"You can understand it as respect, or as handle." Sakazuki stared at the sea,

He can pity and sympathize with the tragic experience of the three sisters Boya. Being regarded as slaves and objects by the Tianlong people, this is not a "human" way of living. His eyes gradually strengthened, and he sighed with a sullen face, "But after all, you crossed my bottom line."

The pirate empress who was trapped in the cabin quietly listened to the only sound source, except for the deep voice of Sakazuki, only the irregular whispering of waves hitting the hull echoed in the cabin.

"Thank you."

Hancock whispered softly toward the door, but this time, he seemed to be more sincere.

Being born a human is more than just being sorry.

More, it is necessary to learn to remember a responsibility.

Sakazuki couldn’t comment on Hancock’s gratitude. He coldly threatened: "I left you back in the past because I thought the children should live more humanely. But if you turn from persecutors to abusers, After serving as the king's Qiwuhai before attacking the civilians of merchant ships, the general will have to deal with the bane that was released that year by himself."

Qingben beauty, how can you be a thief?

He thought for a while, and asked a question for the first time: "Have you ever seen the [Liberator] Tiger, who is currently the same as you under the Qiwuhai King?"

It is clearly just a door, but it seems to cut off the cognition of the two.

Hancock shook his head blankly, and did not understand the meaning of Sakazuki.

Seeing the domineering and perceiving the other's behavior, Sakazuki had to break the truth and tell it in detail: "Everyone knows that Tiger is a slave of the Draco, but on the fisherman island, his personal reputation is almost the same as that of the sea king. Neptune is on an equal footing. There are countless people all over the world who admire him publicly and secretly."

"You have always worried that other people will know about your past," Sakazuki, incarnate as a friend of women, decided to be an incompetent life mentor. He sternly pointed out the crux of the problem to this completely unqualified queen: "If you really want to solve this problem completely, you do not rely on arrogance and conceit to shape your image and carefully bury every moment in the past, but even if the world knows it, you will still be caught by you. When I was impressed by the charm of his personality and his heart."

[Speak up here, and do it for yourself. 】

The admiral made a big stride and left without saying more. These passers-by in his life, Sakazuki can't discipline everyone. It is a good thing to be able to listen, and it is also a matter of not to listen.

And he, the stranger who came in a hurry, but he asked for a clear conscience.

Boya Hancock's concise and domineering look and clear "watching" the navy go further and further.

Silence is brewing in a lonely space, and it is full in loneliness.

There was still unconcealed fear in her eyes, as well as the unexplainable softness.

Zhu Lips lightly opened, but unfortunately the other party has already gone far.

"Thank you."