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

The two came to the reeds, looking left and right, but they couldn't find the woman.

Just as they were about to give up, suddenly, someone attacked Brontë from behind.

However, for the two domineering powerhouses with knowledge, this level of sneak attack is tantamount to covering up the ears.

Brontë stretched out his hand and grabbed the sneaker over, but accidentally touched a soft blob.

"Ahhh... This..."

He subconsciously let go of his hand, but he was still slapped firmly, and his right face was hot and painful.

"It shouldn't be!" Brontë covered his face, doubting his domineering appearance.

Standing in front of her is a beautiful girl with long blue hair, with a high ponytail, dressed very unsophisticatedly, under a dark blue plush coat, covered with a black and blue slip skirt, two snow peaks that are not too high, exposed outside.

This person is none other than Princess Alabastan, Neifette D. Vivi, and Miss Wednesday of the Baroque Work Society.

Seeing that the enemy family took the initiative to find the door, Anilu silently turned his back, seemingly being a thief with a weak heart.

Brontë looked at him puzzled, and the god of the empty island in front of the hall even had timid times, which was not in his style.

However, Vivi didn't put her mind on Anilu at all, and turned around to blame Brontë for eating her Karoo duck.

Brontë was completely speechless, thinking, big sister, your memory is also too bad, it has only been one night, you can mistake the murderer, and you are also a talent.

Vivi didn't care about this, rolled up her sleeves, rushed forward, scratched and scratched, and got rid of a little shrew.

Brontë was not used to her, and directly locked her with the sill-sill-fruit ability, making it immobile.

"Let go of me, you thief, steal and eat my Karu duck, you killed Scud, let me go, I'm going to slaughter you." Vivi struggles desperately, vowing to avenge her mount.

"Scud, what Scud?" Brontë was a little confused, he clearly remembered that Princess Vivi's mount was called to run fast, how could it become a Scud?

"Scud is the Karoo duck that I raised with one hand, all blame you, you devil, eat my Karoo duck."

"Hey, big sister, take a good look, is it really me who ate your Karoo duck?" Brontë stuck his head out.

"Yes, it's you, the clothes are exactly the same, I can't admit it." Vivi snapped.

"Clothes?" Brontë suddenly remembered that this outfit was bought in Emmaru the other day.

Could it be

This old six!

Brontë grabbed Anilu and asked, "Say, did you buy the same clothes as me?"

Anilu's expression was calm, "No... Nope!"

"No, how could that person recognize me as you?"

"This... Maybe she's mentally retarded!" Anilu leaned over and whispered in Brontë's ear.

Brontë obviously did not believe his nonsense, and dragged Anilu to Vivi, "Girl, please look carefully, he is the culprit."

Vivi's clear eyes revealed stupidity, "Not really, but I remember the drum in the back clearly."

Anilu's heart suddenly trembled, and Brontë danced with excitement, "How about it, I just say I'm not a murderer, right?"

Wei Wei's brows furrowed, "Say, did you give the drum to someone and want to blame him?"

Without waiting for Brontë to explain, Anilu preemptively replied: "Yes, he deliberately lied to me that this drum was handed down by their ancestors and was worth hundreds of millions!"

"Well, you are a Anilu, because I am usually so good to you, eat me, use mine, in the end let me back the black pot for you." Brontamer clenched his fists.

Anilu was speechless, he didn't want to complain, he was the god of the empty island, this man insisted on sabotage, and now he was reasonable, it was simply unforgivable.

"You don't have to be afraid, a brazen person like this, God will punish him." Vivi said indignantly.

At this time, Brontë jumped into the sea and could not be washed, he no longer wanted to deal with this brainless princess.

"Let's go, let her fend for herself." Brontë waved his hand, intending to leave for the time being, and engage in a single attempt to get rid of the situation.

Anilu, a teammate of the pit, stabbed him in the back again, "Hehe, I don't know you." "

Now, it's a complete bad guy

! Brontë decided that when he went back, he would settle accounts with Anilu so that he could understand what honesty and trustworthiness are.

"Girl, in this way, how much is your Karu duck, I will compensate you." After thinking about it, Brontë planned to solve it with money.

"Scud has stayed by my side since I was a child, and the relationship between the two of us cannot be measured by money." Saying that, Vivi began to sob, as if she had lost a very important friend.

"The duck can't be resurrected after death, the girl please mourn, the current solution is, raise another one!" Brontë then realized that Vivi was a royal princess and was not bad at all.

Besides, talking about money hurts feelings.

"You put it lightly, wouldn't you be sad if I ate your important partner?" Wei Wei was already crying so much that a handful of snot and tears flowed into her mouth.

Brontë did not dare to imagine that Princess Vivi, who had not fully grown, was so indifferent to the image.

Of course, it is also possible to be overly sad.

"Yes, definitely, after all, we are all creatures with feelings, unlike some guy, animals are inferior." Brontë said while looking at Anilu, who was not red in the face and did not beat his heart.

But after he said this, Vivi cried even more sadly!

Brontë waited until Vivi stopped crying and sat down ready to talk to her.

"In this way, I will help you get a cute Karoo duck, and by the way, help you keep the secret, and the grudge between us will be written off, how?" Brontë began to throw chips.

"Secret, what secret?" Wei Wei looked at him puzzled, unable to understand what medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

"The secret of your joining the Baroque Work Society."

"Ba... Baroque work society? I chose to join because of the Baroque Work Society's dedication to serving the people, which is a very good organization. And our boss, Klockdar, is a big man who really thinks about the people, and I adore him!" Vivi said in a slight panic.

"Serve the people wholeheartedly, are you sure? Also, how do you know that the boss of the Baroque work club is Klockdar and shouldn't it be Mr0? Hearing

this, Vivi realized that she had accidentally missed her mouth, and it was difficult for ordinary members of the Baroque Work Club to see the boss, let alone know his real name.

Careless!

Brontë continued, "Don't think I won't recognize you if you change your outfit, do you, my Princess Vivi?"

Wei Wei's body shook and did not speak.

Looking at the stunned girl, Brontë touched his cheek with his right hand, and suddenly turned into the appearance of Klockdal.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, you ants of the group!" The sound is also almost identical.

Wei Wei, who was still thinking just now, saw that familiar face, and was immediately frightened, if her identity was exposed, she was likely to be killed.

However, the people have not yet been freed from suffering, so they cannot die now, they must find a way to live.

Seeing that the intimidation effect was achieved, Brontë touched his left face again and returned to his previous appearance, "Silly princess, tease you, now, can you sit down and have a good talk?" "