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

The two sides passed by, Brontë thought that the well water would not violate the river water, but Anilu next to him insisted on getting some moths, cursing: "Another dead shemale!"

Xiao Feng, who came out to relax, heard this, and immediately was not happy, in the land of Alabastan, in addition to Mr0, there are people who dare to speak ill of themselves, looking for death, right? So it is necessary to teach the stinky man with the drum on his back a lesson.

Anilu's face was full of disdain, in his opinion, this person's combat power was rubbish, at most only slightly stronger than the priest, and it was only three or two things to solve him.

Just as he was about to make a big fuss, he was cut on his head by Brontë.

"Give me a peace of mind!"

Anilu, who was accustomed to being worshiped by others, did not like to be inferior, but he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Then Brontë turned to look at von Kray and quickly apologized: "I'm really sorry, my brother has suffered from mental illness since he was a child, and he can't speak properly, and I hope you will forgive me!"

Hearing that the other party was mentally ill, Xiao Feng immediately dispelled the idea of revenge and comforted: "It's okay, it's really pitiful, young and delirious at a young age."

Anilu was about to speak, but Brontë immediately covered his mouth, "Then let's leave first!"

Xiao Feng nodded, "Okay, remember to be kind to him, what a poor child!"

Out of town, Brontë educates Anilu so that he doesn't get into trouble.

However, Anilu's answer was: "Forgive your fate, can you call the god of the empty island without causing trouble?"

Brontë was angry and frightened: "That's all in the past, now, you are a worm, you must always remember your identity, there are many strong people in Qinghai, it is best to be careful, otherwise my poison did not poison you, but was killed first, very shameful."

The purpose of their trip was to take revenge on the Draco, and at this time they should keep a low profile and not provoke right and wrong, but Anilu simply listened to Brontë's words, and always felt uncomfortable without finding something to do.

After a long trek, the two came to another town, the port city of Canola Flowers.

Brontë then discovered that he had been too confident to buy a map, so that he had taken the wrong path and deviated more and more from the direction of the capital.

Anilu is very puzzled, obviously he can fly, but he wants to waste time tossing around here.

Brontë only said he did not understand.

However, they were not completely unproductive, and they met Miss Valentine's Day Mikita on a street who came to buy perfume, a fluttering fruit ability.

Now, it is a critical period for Brontë to improve his strength, and in the case of uncertain whether passers-by are effective, Miss Valentine's Day is undoubtedly the most suitable person at the moment.

This kind of thinking makes Brontë feel that he is going further and further on the road of scumbags, and the original pure love little warm man has long ceased to exist.

But in any case, upgrading is the top priority, and as a traverser, you don't need to pay too much attention to it.

Coincidentally, Mikita caught a glimpse of Brontë in the crowd, as if the teenager had magical powers that made her little heart "plop" and jump.

This is a hidden skill that comes with Sweet Fruit, which can make others unconsciously feel good about the ability holder.

Of course, being handsome is also important.

Brontë came to Mikita, took out a bouquet of roses he had just purchased from behind, and asked very gentlemanly: "This young lady, may I make an appointment with you?"

Mitcheta, who was accustomed to the stinky men in the Baroque studio, could stand the temptation, readily agreed, and offered a very good place to date.

Brontë saw that things were going so smoothly, and he couldn't help but feel weak for a while, thinking that the other party had other plans.

After all, in his previous life, he spent a lot of money to pursue the goddess in the class, and in exchange for just a sentence "Thank you for liking, you are a good person, but we are not suitable." That

incident hit Brontë very hard, so Mikita's actions inevitably made him suspicious.

In order to regain his self-confidence, Brontë used the fruit ability to create a mirror, carefully looked at the peerless face inside, and the hanging heart finally fell.

"Oh, that's okay!" Brontë said to himself, and suddenly understood why Miss Valentine's Day had such a reaction, it turned out to be the credit of appearance.

It seems that looking good also has advantages.

Anilu, who did not want to be a light bulb, walked away and went to a crowded place alone, intending to see the customs and people here.

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A man and a woman came to the beach, looking at the endless sea, Brontë couldn't help but sigh.

It has been two or three months since he came to this world, and suddenly he misses his past life for no apparent reason.

There, there are his relatives, friends, and all kinds of good memories, things that he once desperately wanted to escape, but now looking back, it is so nostalgic.

However, thinking of the torturous 996 blessings, Brontë felt that it was better to stay in the pirate world.

Mikita tilted her head to look at the lost boy, and suddenly her favorability towards him increased greatly.

Since childhood, Miss Valentine's Day, which has been precocious than others, likes this kind of small fresh meat that obviously has a childish face, but seems to have experienced rain and frost, the combination of vicissitudes and youth, like a cup of tea that is not strong or weak, soft in the mouth, a line into the throat.

Feeling a strange gaze, Brontë came back to his senses and began to look closely at the blonde beauty of the Baroque Work Society.

I dare not imagine that such a thin body, under the blessing of light fluttering fruits, can actually release ten thousand catties of pressure.

Brontë was worried about being mashed into meat when he folded tofu cubes, but his concern was undoubtedly superfluous.

The two snuggled up to each other, and through a short conversation, Brontë found that the woman in his arms had a very unclear understanding of her abilities, and felt that the Baroque Work Society was the strongest except Mr0.

"No, Mikita, you have to believe in your own strength, Klockdar is not worth mentioning compared to you."

Hearing someone praise herself, Mikita was full of joy, and it was really good to feel recognized as it was!

Brontë didn't want her to continue to swell, so he stood up, took Mikita's hand, went to the soft sand, and played a small game.

When the two stood shoulder to shoulder, Brontë was surprised to find that he had grown taller!

Mikita is one meter seven or seven meters tall, roughly the same as Margaret, when she first met Margaret, Brontë only reached her eyebrows, and now Brontë, shoulders are already level with Michita, this is still when the other party is wearing high heels.

Sure enough, since coming to the pirate world, height growth is not normal, and if it goes on like this, Brontë is very worried that he will become a monster three or four meters tall.

In his subconscious, he can be almost as tall as the female emperor, and if he is too high, it is a little awkward.

At night, the two found a small hotel by the sea, and the window of the room was facing the sea.

At this time, on the sea, the wind sleeps, the waves are not troublesome, and everything is so quiet and peaceful.

Yikes!

As soon as Brontë closed the curtain, Mitch couldn't wait to push him down, and then threw himself directly into his arms.

The two did not immediately cut to the chase, but hugged each other tightly and chatted about the sky.

Brontë also took the opportunity to find out a lot of useful information, such as the residence of the Draco, the approximate division of the navy, and Klockdar's personal proclivities, and so on.

And Brontë also told Mikita a few small stories that he made up indiscriminately, which made Mikita listen to it and felt that the man next to him was really amazing.

"A man as good as you is really rare!" Mikita lifted Brontë's chin and teased.

"Isn't this just met by you?"

"Hahahaha, nasty, how can you praise yourself so much." Mikita punched Brontë in the chest.

"Let's just say you like it or not?"

"Like!"

"Isn't that okay?"

"Haha, Brontë, I want to give you something to eat."

"Well, you still cook noodles?"

"Oh, not that side."

"That is?"

The more the two chatted, the more explicit they became, and then, unknowingly, they played poker....

At noon the next day, Brontë found Anilu, only to find that the guy had eaten a roadside stall.

"Finished?" Anilu rarely jokes.

"Harm, the God of the Empty Island would also be interested in this kind of thing?" Brontë did not answer positively.

"No, I mainly want to discuss something with you."

"What's going on?" Blanc's eyelids jumped, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"Didn't you go on a date yesterday, and then I went to the city, only to meet a fat duck, and I roasted it without holding back, not wanting to be discovered by its owner!"

"You... Alas, go on.

"The woman said the duck was her pet and that I had to kill it."

"And then?"

"Then I stunned the woman and threw her into the reeds." Anilu said ashamedly.

"You, you, give me trouble." Brontë felt that this "bear child" was completely incurable!

Immediately, the two decided to look for the woman who was electrocuted.

Who knew that before leaving, Anilu added: "By the way, she said what kind of work club she is, codename Miss Wednesday, what specific studio club, I forgot, after all, it doesn't sound very serious."

The Brontës are numb!