The land of pirates is my choice

As a minister . Non-Claire today is the darkest ever recorded. The most torturous day. All day in a state of trepidation. A little wind and grass can startle him.

Non-Claire didn’t go there today. Just stay in his mansion. Stay in the protective circle of three thousand soldiers . Even his most spoiled youngest son begged to see him. It didn’t make sense.

“My lord. Murkang asked for a meeting.”

A soldier ran in and knelt on the ground. Reports.

“Nope. No one will be seen today.”

Ficlaire’s eyes were bloody. Roared with a hideous face.

Today he was in a really bad mood. He was a man who was afraid of death. I haven’t enjoyed enough of the glory and wealth of this world. How can you die. But a weird scene this morning. I can’t help but be afraid.

“This… He said there was something very important to report.”

“Nope. You get me out. No one is seen today. What’s the matter. Come back tomorrow. ”

Non-Claire roared. Sweep all the precious vases on the table on the floor. The soldier was so frightened that he crawled and fled.

Outside the mansion. The soldier hurried to a middle-aged man with a big belly. Bowed and said.

“Lord Murkang. Adults don’t see anyone today. Please go back to 827! ”

“It won’t. Say.” Murkang grabbed the soldier’s collar with a look of urgency. As a henchman of Fe Creel. This was the first time he had asked for an interview without being received. Previously he begged to see him. Non-Claire is spoiling a concubine of Xinna. All stopped to meet him.

“Did you not bring the words to the adults?”

“Nope… No. Adults really don’t meet anyone.”

Murkang’s eyes widened. Looking down at the soldiers. Shouted.

“Give me another report immediately. Let’s talk about life and death.”

The soldier knelt on the ground. A handful of snot and a tear howled .

“Lord Murkang. Don’t push me. Adults really don’t see anyone. I’ll go to the newspaper again. The adults will kill me.”

“. I’ll go myself.”

kicked the soldier aside. Stride inside with your head held high.

“Stop. No one shall trespass into the Minister’s Mansion. There is no amnesty for trespassing.”

A group of soldiers held their war spears against Murkan. Shout.

“Do you know who I am? Get out of the way for me. Otherwise you won’t live the next day.”

Murkang felt like he had lost face. When and when have you been treated like this by these little soldiers.

“Adults have lives. No one can trespass. Not even if the king comes.”

This group of soldiers does not bird him at all. Raise your spear and step forward to press in. Frightened to Murkang several steps backwards.

“You… You guys give me a walk…”

Murkang pointed his finger at several soldiers. Light. Finally put down his hand in defeat. It’s just that a black skull on the back of the hand is particularly eye-catching.

This scene. It is staged from morning to evening outside the Great Minister’s Mansion. The ministerial party without the backbone of the master. Many are full of soldiers at home.

Just like that, the alternative was lively for a day. Night falls. Non-Claire they waited until half-past eleven. And the other side . Black Eyes, they just finished their daily confrontation with all the ghost pawns.

“Tonight is the day to close the net. I hope you don’t have any surprises. Otherwise I want to. You don’t want to know what the consequences are.”

Black Pupil holding the imperial tools of the marching eight rooms. said with a calm face.

Just listened to this. The ghost pawns who bowed down couldn’t help but fight a cold war. Quickly shouted respectfully.

“Obey. We’re going to finish the task for now.”

And the next to him rolled his eyes. You’re all dead, okay? It’s all ghosts.

“Action. The respective goals are completed on point.”

Black pupils waved his arm. Gesture to get to work. A group of ghost pawns dispersed in an instant.

“Black Eyes. Then I should go and deal with that timid minister.”

Ma Mu touches his pumpkin cannon. The corners of his mouth hooked a touch of coldness.

“Go! Don’t play crazy. Remember not to hurt the innocent.”

Black Pupil instructed uneasily. She knew this little devil was playing crazy. But it won’t take care of too many consequences.

“Ann la! Peace! I will do things for you to rest assured. The mission will definitely be done well.”

Lucky waved his hand like a cat. Ma Yan left with the gun on his shoulder.

“Too. The goal this time. It’s not challenging at all! ”

Black Pupil muttered. Candy in one hand. Holding the imperial tool in one hand and slowly disappearing into the darkness. The Great Purge officially begins.

Murkang stayed in the secret room at home. Holding a glass of red wine. Shake slowly. So not laid-back. Just fluttering arms. Betrayed his inner tension.

“It’s twelve o’clock in a minute. It should just be someone playing a prank.”

I looked at the pocket watch in my hand. Turned over and looked at the skull on the back of my hand. Cold sweat broke out on Murkang’s forehead.

“What the hell!”

The skull on the back of the hand was opening and closing its mouth at this time. Like to say something. Frightened, Murkang slammed the back of one hand on the table. Raise your hand again when you look. Blood comes out of the hollow eye of the skull on the back of the hand. It just so happened that that little bit of skin was broken by Murkang. This skull with blood and tears frightened him even more.

“It’s time for the sinner Murkang to hit the road.”

Just when Murcon was afraid of the skull on the back of his hand. An indifferent voice sounded from behind him.

“Who…”

Murkon A Cold War. The hairs all over the body stood up. He was the only one who knew about this secret room. Now there are other voices in there.

“Me? The Night Wandering Ghost Commander has come to lead you to the purgatory of sin.”

“Nope.” Murkang turned his head mechanically. What ushered in was a dazzling white light. His head fell when . Seeing the last scene is a man in a black robe wearing a mask.

“Get one. And then there is…”

The cold female voice disappeared into the secret room of empty living people.

The Minister’s Mansion looked at the pocket watch in the palm of his hand. The time was exactly twelve and one o’clock. Non-Claire trembled her hands. Suppress the look of excitement.

“Let me know. Who teased me like that. I’m going to smash his corpse to pieces.”

After twelve o’clock nothing happened. He remembered today and was scared like a fool. This makes him have a belly fire.

“You don’t have that opportunity anymore. I didn’t expect me to be late.”

A dissatisfied voice poured cold water on non-Claire.

“Who? Get out. Don’t pretend to be a ghost for me.”

Non-Claire shouted calmly with a pale face.

“Is it? I’ll be behind you for a while.”

Ma Fungus uses a pumpkin cannon against the back of non-Claire’s heart. Asked in a questioning tone.

Ask for a first order. Next. It’s time to start recruiting judges. What do you think of the figures in history? Zhao Zilong or something?_

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