The Pirate Empress is my wife, but I’m fooling around outside

In the evening, French woke up, rushed out of the house, grabbed Brontë by his clothes, and beat him up.

"Why don't you see death and not save it? Why?

Brontë, who became a punching bag, wanted to say "not familiar with them", but this would definitely break Frankie's heart, so he simply kept silent and let the collapsed French vent his emotions.

Fortunately, Frankie's younger brothers were more sensible, quickly pulled him away, and bitterly told the family owner that Brontë was their lifesaver, and as a real man, he should not be so rough with his benefactor.

However, French had long lost his mind, broke free from several people, and rushed to Brontë again.

This time Brontë did not choose to get used to him, a gravity fruit, and crushed it to the ground.

Franky, who still had not recovered from his injuries, had no strength to break free at all, and could only lie on the ground and wail.

Brontë looked down at him and said angrily, "Are you still a man?" You look at the way you look now, without a bit of manhood. If it is a man, he should do everything to improve his strength and avenge his dead brothers, instead of just rolling around here. "

If it can be saved, Brontë will definitely save, but knowing that it is to send to death, and to rescue, that is to lack the brain roots."

Not to mention that there is a lieutenant general sitting in the town, just the two bodyguards who appeared in the Charulia Palace are not general, not to mention that CP9 is secretly watching.

In addition, there are thousands of sailors waiting in strict formation, unless they have the overlord-colored domineering, otherwise these sailors alone are enough for them to drink a pot.

Therefore, Brontë must take into account the overall situation, and cannot lead to the destruction of the entire army because of a momentary impulse.

Hold on, you must hold on!

This is a hint he gave himself, knowing that if you can't fight, don't fight, unless you are caught in the moment of life and death, it is worth giving it a go.

Traversers, must not have the heart of the Virgin.

Finally, after everyone's unremitting pacification and all-round psychological counseling, Franky gradually came out of the haze.

He came to Brontë and bowed deeply: "I apologize to you for my irrational behavior just now."

Brontë looked at him angrily, "No need to apologize, Mr. French, let's discuss the next revenge plan." Hearing

the word "revenge", the fireworks in Franky's heart were ignited, and the whole person was full of vitality.

"Super, I must make that bastard pay in blood!" There was a resolute look in Franky's eyes, as if he had trampled Charulia Palace under his feet.

After two hours of conspiracy, Brontë arranged an important task for French, that is, to carry out a comprehensive modification of the Flying Ideal, requiring that the ship must be equipped with an attacking cannon, and then there must be wind to launch, if you can get a bathtub or a large sofa, it is appropriate.

French patted his chest and assured, "Although this kind of small matter is left to me, but state in advance that the budget may be a little high, and you have to be prepared for heavy bleeding."

"How much is needed?" Brontë asked straight to the point.

"At least 100 million!" Frankie put up a finger, and in his opinion, this was a huge amount of money.

"Little things, small things, just a small goal!" With a wave of his hand, Brontë directly took out a few brilliant diamonds and handed them to French.

"If you have excess, you will be paid for your work."

Looking at the diamond dangling in his hand, French was moved to cry, growing so big, the first time he met someone with such a generous hand, he took out a handful of diamonds at every turn, just don't be too arrogant!

Excited, he grabbed Brontë's wrist and said arrogantly, "It's all up to you, Captain!"

"Captain?" Brontë questioned.

"Yes, Captain, from now on I will be your horse boy, even if I go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire... Well, in short, let it be. French said righteously.

Brontë craned his chin, never expecting that in the end, it was Franky who offered to get on the boat, which made him unable to find a reason to refuse at all, so he could only reluctantly agree and give him a chance to become a pirate, so as to realize his life value.

At this point, the Pirates of Dreams have one more partner.

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The Ideal was released and floated on the sea for three days and three nights, and the condition of several wounded people basically recovered.

The newly healed French danced again and seemed to have forgotten his little brother's death.

Margaret also regained her former radiance, became much more energetic, and had a few more smiles on her face.

The cube-headed sisters dressed coolly and played a simple and brainless game with Eflandra.

Zambai took a few brothers to sit on the side of the boat to fish, but after fishing for a long time, he was stunned that he didn't catch a single fish.

Forced cold, Kalifa sat under the sun umbrella and quietly read a book with less serious content.

Brontë lay in a comfortable rocking chair and looked up at the clear blue sky in a daze.

Suddenly, a puddle of white liquid fell on the face.

Brontë wiped it with his hand, brought it to his nose and sniffed gently.

"I'll go, bird!"

Irritated, he stood up angrily, intending to teach the stupid bird a lesson.

At this moment, a newspaper fell from the sky, and Brontë picked it up and looked at it, and it began with a lot of news.

It reads: Ten days ago, the newcomer Ace challenged the world's strongest man, Whitebeard, but I don't know what happened, and inexplicably became the son of the people, and also served as the captain of the second team of the Whitebeard Pirates.

This news made the world government angry, feeling that this guy Ace, if he didn't do it in the Seven Wuhai, he wanted to be the son of the Four Emperors, and he didn't know how to lift it.

Of course, the most depressed is the old man Karp, it is said that he stayed up all night, and broke his record of eating doughnuts continuously, the news reporter did not know that Ace was Karp's nominal grandson, thinking that he was simply bored, in fact, the naval hero was stimulated by some kind of stimulation to make such a move.

Brontë put away the newspaper and threw two Baileys to the seagull who delivered the newspaper, who knew that this goods was full of disdain.

"Too little?" Helplessly, Brontë threw it three bellies again, wanting to send the stupid bird away as soon as possible.

However, the cheap seagull seemed to be tied to Bronte, and looked at him pitifully, like a child who had not eaten enough, asking adults for sugar.

Bronte was not used to it, and directly fanned over with a skin, knocking the seagulls to a daze.

"You are an old sixth, if you don't leave, I will roast you and eat you." After beating, he did not forget to make threats.

What grade, five Bailey even dares to be too little?

The seagull provoked, immediately fled with wings, but after flying high in the air, it was especially discouraged and moved its crooked mind, causing a lump of white matter to fall from the sky.

Fortunately, Brontë's eyes were quick and he did not win the lottery twice, but when he looked up, he saw that the unbeaten seagull had escaped, and he could only give up the idea of making it into a roasted gull.

However, at this moment, a black dot not far away quickly enlarged, and then passed by the seagull.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a person, and he was still wearing the "justice" cloak of the navy, but he looked a little abstract and was not worthy of the audience.

Brontë's eyes widened, and the person who came was one of the three vice admirals who escorted the Draco, and the ghost spider who was the strongest of the three and mastered all the six styles of the navy.

Using the "shaving" in the Navy Six Style, the ghost spider teleported to the deck and slashed at the boy with a hard sword.

Brontë hastily summoned a barrier to fend off the damage.

However, the difference in strength was huge, and the huge force forced him to slide backwards, and his arms were numb.

It's so strong!

The strength of the two is not in the same dimension at all, and the pure crushing makes everyone's hearts cold.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much that day, so I came to you today to liquidate, you said who you messed with, but you want to mess with Draco." The ghost spider scratched his head and explained casually.

Everyone was terrified, if this guy hadn't been drunk that day, they wouldn't have been able to escape the clutches of Draco.

It's scary to think about for a while.

"Draco is nothing, it's just some rubbish! Wang Hou Xiang, Ning has a feeling? "Even if he falls into a passive situation, Brontë has to say hi, just to taunt the vice admiral who treats the Draco as a dog, thereby fueling our arrogance.

Sure enough, after he said this, everyone suddenly became energetic, thinking that the victory was in hand.

"Boy, sometimes it's not a good thing to be unspoken." The ghost spider held two knives and slowly approached.

Just as Brontë was about to give it a go, a gorgeous figure descended from the sky, and then stretched out her incomparable long legs to block all the attacks of the ghost spider.

"You bastard navy, he is King Ben's man, if you want to kill him, you have to ask King Ben first!" The people who came were a little angry.

Everyone looked around, and saw a peerless figure on the deck, standing alone.