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

The group left the rainy land and found a less conspicuous town as a temporary resting place.

Several thugs were imprisoned by Brontë and placed in the custody of Anilu, who was responsible for three meals a day and let them leave after defeating Klockdar.

Brontë then wandered alone in the desert for a few days, returning to the former port city of Canola because he had made an appointment with Tina to meet there on the phone.

It didn't take long for Tina to arrive as promised.

She is still dressed as fashionable as ever, with sunglasses on her forehead, the only difference is that she looks more cool and simple without a naval "justice" cape.

The sexy flaming red lips and bumpy body are simply the best of the stunners.

In short, this is a very hot beauty!

Tina brought Brontë a few sea lou stones, as well as recent information about the Navy.

The Navy headquarters thought that Marko had attacked Tina, so it sent a large number of troops to monitor the actions of the Whitebeard Pirates to prevent the White Group from doing anything excessive.

Regarding this, Brontë could only silently say "sorry" in his heart, after all, he did not expect that Marko would carry such a big black pot for himself.

What a nice guy!

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two entered the city.

"I'm curious, what kind of ability are you?" Tina asked on the way.

Some time ago, the more she thought about it after going back, the more confused she became, and she always felt that there were too many mysteries in the teenager.

"Hee-hee, I won't tell you!" Brontë did not plan to tell Tina his secret yet, after all, she was also in the navy, and the two were now in different camps.

"As if who rarely knows... Fuck off, you roadblock puppy. Tina was angry and yelled at the puppy in front of her.

Brontë reluctantly reached out, picked the puppy away, and paid for a box of dog food for him at a roadside stall.

After that, Tina angrily walked ahead, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment, causing passers-by to dodge.

Brontë felt that she was too swaggering, so he pulled her over and put her arms around her, trying to calm Tina's anger with her broad heart.

As a result, he ate a legtle, and his face was distorted by pain.

"Men and women are not intimate, please keep your distance." Tina was angry and the consequences were serious.

Brontë rubbed his chest and said with a painful face: "The little girl's family is too violent, not good, and she will not be able to marry."

"Who rarely marries you stinky men?" Tina took a cigarette and showed her true colors as a woman.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Brontë was too lazy to argue with her, after all, she was angry now, and in the end it would only be herself who would suffer.

"Brontë, come here."

"What's going on?"

"Come here!" Tina ticked her fingers.

Brontë was cautious and tempted, and saw that the other party had no evil intentions, so he slowly walked over.

Tina turned around, hugged Brontë from behind, rested her head on his shoulder, and coquettishly said, "Tina is very upset now, lean on your shoulder."

Feeling the snort coming from his neck, Brontë gradually relaxed his guard and completely immersed himself in the gentle country of the female colonel.

Suddenly, Tina grabbed his shoulders and kicked hard, "Fuck your uncle!"

Plop!

Someone fell heavily to the ground, but it was not Brontë, but Tina, the initiator.

"Have you forgotten? I have seen and heard domineering, I want to engage in a sneak attack, no way!" Brontë smiled wickedly.

"Give you a chance and stick your face out." Tina sat on the ground and gritted her teeth and said.

"What are you going to do again?"

"Stretch or not?"

"Don't stretch!"

"I count to three, one, two..."

Brontë obediently stretched out his face, but his heart was inexplicably a little apprehensive.

Then Tina stretched out her hands, pinched Brontë's cheeks, and pulled hard, suddenly pulling his face more than half a meter long, frightening herself to retreat one after another.

"Sorry, I have rubber fruit ability!" Brontë scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"You... I'm ignoring you, play by yourself!" Tina was so angry that she threw away the cigarette in her mouth.

"Good sister, didn't you come to me just to let me play with you, why don't you play with me now?"

"Hmph, you bully, Tina is very unhappy!"

"Ah this... If it really doesn't work, you can punish me, but say it in advance, and you are only allowed to hit once. Brontë looked at the fickle beautiful colonel, recalled all the sweet words in the phone bug the other day, and came to the conclusion that these two were not the same person.

Without bargaining, Tina stepped forward, pinched the flesh on Brontë's face, and pulled hard.

"Ugh!" Brontë, who did not use the ability to use the fruit, suddenly let out a miserable scream, causing pedestrians not far away to stop, look to this side, and point.

"Leveled, let's go, go shopping!" Tina took Brontë's hand and resumed the tenderness of the phone.

Brontë rubbed his face and looked aggrieved.

The baby is bitter, but the baby can't say.

In order not to attract the attention of acquaintances, Brontë found two headscarves and wrapped them around Tina and himself.

But even if it covers Tina's peerless face, it still can't hide her hot figure.

This also caused most of the eyes on the street to focus on her, men looking hot, women looking jealous.

Tina didn't like being stared at by those disciples, so she found an unlucky bastard on the spot and taught him a hard lesson in order to achieve the goal of killing chickens and monkeys.

Sure enough, after her toss, the other men shifted their gazes and pretended to look away.

Only then did Tina smile with satisfaction.

The two bought from East Street to West Street, and ate from North Street to South Street, as if they were an enviable immortal couple.

However, watching Bailey decrease one by one, Brontë's heart was dripping blood.

At night, in order to prevent his bestiality, Brontë deliberately asked for two rooms, but the doors were next to each other.

Since she went upstairs, Tina has not cared about the room that originally belonged to her, and she has stayed with Brontë the whole time, even if it is late at night, she has no intention of going back to her room to sleep.

Until three o'clock in the morning, Brontë was really sleepy, so he issued the eviction order, but in a consultative tone, "Sister Tina, it's late at night, or let's talk about this today, wash and sleep, and continue tomorrow?"

Tina nodded sensibly, then took off her shoes under Brontë's gaze, revealing her pale jade feet.

"What are you doing? This is my room and yours is next door. Brontë looked puzzled.

"Of course it's sleeping, I don't care, the old lady will sleep in this room." If you say it, you have to undress in public.

"Eh, wait a minute, I'll go to sleep, okay?" Brontë turned around and left, now is not the time to break the melon for Tina, after all, it has been less than twenty days since the last time he improved his strength, and he can only endure it anymore.

"If you dare to leave this room tonight, the old lady will break your leg." Tina's expression suddenly became fierce.

Hearing this, Brontë, who had already stepped out of the door with half a foot, could only obediently retract his foot, and then tiptoed to Tina's side, rubbing his shoulders and beating his back, "Sister Tina, you can do well, let me go!"

"Let you go? That's impossible, hurry me to wash up and go to bed. Tina commanded, pointing to the bathroom in the corner.

"What about you, don't you wash up?" At this time, Brontë no longer dared to speak loudly.

"Of course, you washed me, do you want me to do it myself?" Go ahead!"

Helplessly, Brontë could only bring a basin of hot water, put it next to the bed, and then put Tina's smooth jade feet into the basin and began to rub gently.

In order to regain some of the dignity of a man, Brontë joked: "Your feet, a little taste."

In the next second, he was kicked in the face by the rosy soles of his feet, and the whole person was on all fours.

Tina held her hands, lifted Erlang's legs, and reprimanded: "Just wash your feet, what nonsense?"

Brontë wanted to cry without tears, and in just one day, he changed from the once powerful leader of the Dream Pirates to the now obedient rake ears.

It's really a fool!