Super god copy of the pirate

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In the dark consciousness….

An island ….

A girl kept running in front, and behind her, a group of people with weapons were chasing.

“Run, run, absolutely, absolutely must not be caught…..”

Looking at the slave hunting team gradually chasing behind him, Kerra gritted his teeth and ran forward desperately.

She didn’t dare to stop, she didn’t dare to look back, because she knew what would happen to her if she was caught, and she never wanted to go back to that hellish place after having had one experience.

Chasing, someone behind seemed a little impatient.

The sound of bullets being loaded came out.

“Bang!”

The muzzle fire flashed, and a bullet was fired towards the girl running in front.

The sound of gunfire startled a flock of birds, and Kerra could even feel the heat from the bullets flying by her ears.

“Damn, who shot it! I don’t know if it’s worth it if I get hurt? ”

There was a shouting and cursing sound from behind, and the footsteps were more hurried and closer.

In the end, Kerra, who was still very weak, could not run away from these outlaws who made a living at sea.

She got caught…..

I watched weakly as I was taken away from this island, and my face was like ashes.

Locked up in a dark cabin, a few days later, Kerra heard the sounds of fighting outside.

Hope lit up in her heart, but when the cabin was opened, the bright sunlight did not shine brightly.

“Oh, there is actually a captured slave here.”

Just this sentence completely extinguished the little flame of hope that was ignited in Kerra’s heart.

The person above continued.

“It looks thin and doesn’t sell at a price.”

“Do you want to kill? ….”

“Forget it, anyway, it’s along the way, let’s send it over together!”

She was locked up with the original slave catchers on board, and after a long voyage, she was sent to an island to wait…

Sold ….

From the slave trader, she learned that she was not even qualified to put a price, but could only be treated as a gift.

This also means that he may be killed at any time, after all, what is given away is not even cheap, and no one will cherish it.

She was scared ….

Shrink yourself in a corner to avoid being seen by everyone.

Fortunately, she was bought and did not have to be treated as a giveaway, and she wore the mask of the fake smile she used to have.

It was a gentle-looking man who looked not much older than himself, followed by a large bearded man.

This is a strange boy who works his own, and will be.

His voice is harsh, but warm ….

And her treatment was also bought as a slave, he even invited himself to dine, bought new clothes, and even lived in a spacious and bright room….

This is why I felt when I was rescued, did I meet a good person?

Or is it a dream….

She dreamed that she was sleeping on a white bed at the moment, and the sun was shining on her face, and she was slightly warm.

In the next second, all the scenes shattered, and she was constantly falling, surrounded by darkness.

And then…

She was back in the cold iron cage.

“Woohoohoo!”

With a violent panting sound, the girl suddenly sat up from the bed, and in an instant, she broke out in a cold sweat.

Opening her eyes, the dazzling sunlight made her a little dizzy, and after a while, she regained focus.

Looking around, Kerra found herself lying on a white goose down bed, comfortable and warm.

It was a large room, more than several times larger than his own small house in the village, spacious and bright.

She had never lived in a house this big.

“Here? Where is it? Kerra was startled, and then a wave of memories flooded into his mind.

“By the way, I was bought, just yesterday.”

“It’s not good, it’s so late, I’m going to get up and work!!”

Looking at the sun outside the window, Kerra quickly got out of bed, put on her shoes and ran towards the door, and when her palm touched the doorknob, she stopped.

I got up so late, what would I face her?

She didn’t expect to sleep so deeply, maybe because it was too comfortable, but it was not a reason, lazy people would be punished, and even several times she saw people killed just because they were a second late.

What will appear outside the door, will there be a bullet waiting for me, maybe I will be killed like everyone else!

But the man doesn’t look like a bad guy and shouldn’t have been beaten ….

But, maybe this is the bad taste of these people, first give you joy ….

Kerra nervously pulled the doorknob open, as if to greet something.

The door opens….

Nothing happened, no housekeeper with a whip next to her, and no one pointed a gun at her.

The tip of the nose can even smell the smell of bread and millet porridge.

After being stunned for a while, Kerra came back to his senses.

“Get up, breakfast has just been delivered, come and eat some!”

“When you’re full, you have the strength to work, don’t you?” At the dining table, Roya, who was sitting, heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head to look at the girl, and said with a smile.

“Yes!”

“My lord! I’ll work hard! Kerra replied loudly. Even though he was already in tears, he had a bright smile on his face.

“Why are you crying?” Luo Ya was also a little crying and laughing, didn’t she just have breakfast.

Maybe it’s because I was rescued! Roa thought to himself.

This breakfast seemed to Roya to be nothing more than ordinary things.

In Kerra’s heart, this breakfast means a lot to her.

Kerra looked at Roya: It seems that he really met a good person!

…..

Time passed for a few days, and Luo Ya’s life was peaceful.

The incident that killed Cappenbeki’s men on the day he first arrived, as if he had been completely forgotten.

The revenge that Roya imagined did not come, and his whereabouts were not hidden, believing that those people could not have known.

However, after waiting for a few days, there was no movement, which was somewhat unexpected for Roya.

Even when he took Kerra directly in the trading floor that day, no one came to the door.

None of these people are good, and Roya does not believe that these people will eat this loss.

He was a little curious about what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds.

Cappen Becky, the godfather of the mafia, likes to assassinate the leaders of other gangs alone, and I don’t know if this is holding back some big moves. _

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