Pirates: One Way All the Way

Life is miserable, life is miserable! There is no water!"

Heleika looked at the empty water sac, and reluctantly lifted the water sac over his head, then turned it upside down, and blocked the hot sun of Heliopolis with its thick figure.

Then, as usual, his mouth was aimed at the mouth of the bottle, and he fantasized about being able to suddenly catch the cool water like falling from the sky...

However, this action is not soft... or not a drop of water...

"Damn!"

Heleika threw the water bladder into the desert and kicked it a few times—the water bladder was made of leather anyway, so it was strong and durable.

For this venting action, he took a few heavy breaths.

However, this behavior not only failed to help Heleika to vent his inner negative emotions, but a large amount of water was quickly lost through the contact with the wet mouth and the external environment.

Feeling that this behavior was of no practical use, and instead accelerated his predicament, Heleika could only helplessly stop this senseless venting behavior.

"Oh, the direction is right, but how far will that oasis go!!!"

Heleka drooped his arms and continued to walk forward...

Suddenly, he got up and quickly turned back. After picking up the water bag, shaking it off, and hanging it on the sand, he returned to the unrequited salted fish posture and continued to walk forward...

"I tried my best to get out...I have to make the sand guy look good! No, it's for both of them to pay for the sand guy!"

.........

At this time, Mosa was also very violent...

"Damn it! I didn't rob his wife or kill his son. Why does this **** O'Brien keep chasing me?"

It has been four days, starting from the capital of Memphis, O'Brien has been chasing Mosa all the way for four days, and Mosa, who has been so tired and has not had enough time to rest, is about to doubt his life...

"Cough, um, take it easy..."

yeah...

"Not only is the **** in the back chasing after him, but there is also your fuel bottle dragging me down!"

Bamilite: "???"

It's like I'm willing to drag you down!

Do you dare to let me go, let's walk the road towards the sky?

If it weren't for you, I'd still be playing blushing fun games with my little maid in the palace!

After these words are artistically and physically processed, they become:

"Uuuuuuuuu..."

"Are you trying to trick me into letting you go?

Take a break you!

Don't mess with me!"

Looking at Bamilite, who was rolled up by black sand in a single thought, only showing his eyes, ears, nose, and throat... Mosa is also very desperate...

It seems to say one more throat word? This is not important!

Originally thought that escaping from Memphis would be a fish into the sea, but as a result, not only was O'Brien chased and killed, but he also had to bring this oil bottle... and make sure that the oil bottle would not hang up. .....

Wouldn't it be better if I knew about it and killed Bamirette from a distance in Memphis and then ran away?

What bike do you want?

I'm so stupid, really...

"Ink shark! You can't escape!"

"Damn it! Why did this guy come over so quickly? Can you let me rest for a while!?" Mosa said with a toothache as he looked at the galloping water dragon in the distance.

"Salon roll? Death sigh!" The huge Sharon roll that quickly formed swept inland, avoiding O'Brien.

"You can't escape if you say you can't escape? Let's see if you can!"

Mosa rolled his eyes, turned his legs into a surfboard, and quickly drove away from here after laying Bamilit across the surfboard.

King O'Brien would have a hard time putting up with such a powerful and ever-growing Sharon rolling across his country - a loss and panic that would shake the foundations of his rule.

This move is exactly the same as the one in Hull City. Mossa also feels that it is not new, but O'Brien still uses this move, so Mossa also intensifies and uses the old one!

After successfully eliminating the salon volume, O'Brien quietly watched the direction Mosa was leaving. The sight and hearing that was turned on throughout the whole process had already told him how Mosa left here swaggeringly, and also left him a mocking sentence. discourse.

"You can't escape!" O'Brien said slowly, playing with the phone bug in his hand.

He is not in a hurry at all, and even has the mood to appease the frightened civilians. He is not in a hurry to arrest and destroy Moosa as he said when he left Memphis. In this way, he seems to be delaying time, What are you waiting for.

Mosa, who was completely unaware of this, slid down the sand with his joyful activation ability.

.........

Mosa is paddling the sand unhappily now.

It's the seventh day.

After getting rid of O'Brien once again, Moza frantically grabbed his short purple hair and went mad, while Bamirate shivered beside him.

How many times!

Why does O'Brien always catch up to me?

I have already checked Bamilit and I several times. There is no tracking device at all, and I have not used the phone bug, so there is absolutely no possibility of exposure!

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So in the end why is he always able to catch up!!!

Mosa's deep dark circles under his eyes show the difference in his current state~www.readwn.com~ Both his physical and mental strength are at a low point, and his overdrawn body is also a lot more irritable with emotions.

Bamilit has been a little nervous these past two days...

Originally, he was relieved when he saw that Moza didn't kill him directly, but when he was about to bring him back to the Navy headquarters, at least he didn't have to die immediately.

——This is the life creed of Xianyu, as long as life and death can be dragged on, drag it as long as possible, and talk about it when death is imminent.

What's more, a person told him that the world will end in five minutes, what do you want to do, he thought about it for five minutes, and then said, he wants to play his life!

What a man of salted fish who can say this, he is simply the king of salted fish!

But Bamillet noticed that after Moza found it difficult to get rid of O'Brien these days, every time he looked at him, he had the illusion that he would be killed in the next moment.

puff!

Mosa suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Bamirate felt himself thrown down.

"Mmmm!"

"I am still immature, and I have suffered too few setbacks."

"Actually, when I found out that he had been able to catch up and I couldn't escape at all, I should have killed you immediately!" Moza's face was calm, but murderous intent was secretly brewing.

"A burden, dragged me down for seven days, and wasted countless energy and physical strength to protect you from dying."

"One of the very important signs of adults is to learn to stop losses in time or be ugly, it can be said to survive by breaking the tail!"

"I've thought of this question for a long time, but I've been hesitating. My eyes are blinded by desire, so I may not be able to escape now..." Moza raised a hand.

"I hope it's not too late for me to wake up..." Moza's sand quickly condensed into a sand sword, and Bamilit felt a chill in his heart.

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