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

Brontë took the footwash into the bathroom and drained it, then washed and stood in front of the mirror in a daze.

He didn't know how to survive the long night, after all, lying with such a stunner, as long as it was a normal man, he couldn't stay calm at all times.

"Eh, it's too tempting!" Brontë sighed.

Outside, Tina took off her pants and lay on the bed, her jade legs were like two freshly baked milk sticks, so white that she couldn't pick out a single flaw.

Pink hair casually spread on the pillow, warm red lips, swallowing clouds.

If you look down from the ceiling, there will only be one feeling that this woman is too demon.

It seems that you don't need to launch any demon magic to seduce the soul and give birth to it.

Brontë came out of the bathroom, just in time to see the body like beautiful jade squirming slightly, and suddenly the blood rushed, the adrenaline soared, and the heart plopped.

Soon, there was a burst of warmth in the nostrils.

Burned by the fire, Brontë could only return to the bathroom and keep cleaning the nosebleeds that flowed out, and after a while, he dyed the basin red.

At a glance, I was hit by such a critical blow, and if I lay on the same bed, I couldn't believe how much concentration it would take to hold the primitive desires in my heart.

Brontë felt that this tug-of-war was impossible for him to win, and he would even lose miserably.

"Calm, calm, calm... Think of something touching. Brontë constantly gave himself psychological hints, wanting to suppress the evil fire in his lower abdomen.

But at this moment, Tina suddenly appeared behind her, and only wore a white T-shirt, plus a pair of pink panties, and two straight long legs were exposed to the air.

Brontë closed his eyes, not daring to look squarely at the image in the mirror, and could only try to recall those sad pictures, so that his mind could reach a clean state.

Tina strangled him from behind and grumbled, "What are you doing here?" Go out to sleep.

Brontë did not respond, and now he did not dare to turn around, and could only be embarrassed in front of the mirror.

The hot-tempered Tina didn't care about this, and directly took Princess Brontë out of the bathroom.

Brontë lay in the arms of the beauty and did not dare to move, for fear that some convex part would expose his inner thoughts.

At this moment, we must learn to exercise restraint.

Tina threw him heavily onto the bed and kicked him in the ass as punishment, then climbed onto the bed herself and lay down next to Brontë.

Brontë, who was on his side, rolled over to the innermost part of the big bed, turned his back to Tina, and slept facing the wall.

"Turn around!" Tina said displeased.

Brontë did not move, thinking to himself, this population is duplicitous, and during the day he said that men and women are not intimate, and now he is moving his hands and feet, constantly seducing others.

In order to save his innocence for when needed, Brontë muttered, "Can you put your pants on first?"

"No, the old lady only likes to sleep naked."

"Then I won't turn!" Brontë was stubborn.

"Don't force me to be rough."

"It's useless for you to move carefully." Brontë summoned a barrier that separated the two men.

"..."

Let Tina beat hard, Brontë just wasn't moved, out of sight, didn't want to, slept!

Seeing that the other party was indifferent, Tina waved her limbs through the barrier, her face showed anger, her bright red lips kept opening and closing, looking at the shape of her lips, as if she was cursing.

Brontë ignored her and went straight to sleep!

When he woke up the next day, Brontë found that the barrier in the middle had disappeared, and Tina propped her chin up with her hand and stared at him maliciously.

That look, almost wrote the word "cannibalism" on it.

"You slept soundly, huh?" Tina grabbed Brontë and shook it vigorously.

"Do you know how the old lady survived last night? It's too much for you to even have the mind to sleep!"

Brontë was so shaken that he could only use all his strength to break free and run towards the bed.

"Ada!" Suddenly, Tina flew up, and a scissor foot locked Brontë directly into her throat.

Brontë originally wanted to use natural elementalization to escape, but found that his body seemed to be uncontrolled, and when he looked down, he was actually handcuffed by Hailou Stone.

This lady is not a good person!

At this moment, those beautiful jade legs seemed to have turned into a powerful killing machine like a giant python.

Fortunately, Tina was just joking and did not use her full strength, otherwise with the strength of the captain, it was enough to crush the bones of ordinary people and kill them on the spot.

Brontë sat up with difficulty and begged Tina to open the sea tower stone for him, and he was going to wash.

Tina ignored it, counted the boy down for a while, and finally did not forget to instruct: "Listen to me in the future, remember?"

After speaking, he poked the tip of Brontë's nose with his index finger, as if to reprimand the disobedient child.

Brontë, who was in a weak position, could only keep nodding, but in his heart there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping.

Since coming to this world, he has pinched others, but now he is tortured to the point of almost collapsing on the spot.

I really can't imagine how miserable the end of those pirates who fell into Tina's hands would be.

Tina let go of Brontë, threw the handcuffs on Hailou Stone, clapped her palms, and put her pants on.

"Don't go shopping today, go drinking."

Brontë quickly shook his head, he now had to save money in order to save enough bride price to marry the female emperor.

However, when he saw Tina's expression, he changed his mind again and decided to find a cheap tavern for a drink or two, which would relieve the depression in his heart by the way.

However, it always backfires.

The two came to the most luxurious tavern of rape flowers, where all kinds of upper-class people gathered.

There were uniformed navies, canola officials, and bounty hunters from afar, but most of them were wealthy local merchants.

They talk to each other and exchange resources for related benefits.

As for the thief who likes to smash people with wine bottles, they generally do not come to such high-end taverns, because in Alabastan these guys seem to be very low-key.

Blanc took a bottle of whiskey, looked at the price, almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and cursed the boss for the black-hearted businessman.

The boss was immediately unhappy, and shouted: "If you can afford to drink, you can drink, if you can't drink, you will roll, Laozi is not bad at your business."

Brontë didn't want to argue with him, took the wine bottle to the table, and began to enjoy a beautiful and quiet afternoon with the beautiful Tina.

Looking at the cold-skinned beauty sitting opposite, the young man's eyes were a little stunned, and he thought, with the temperament of the Tina girl, he is a proper military flower in the navy.

The sunlight shone through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on Tina's face, and at this moment, Brontë suddenly felt that the money was well spent, at least to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

Just when he was immersed in the happy world of two, suddenly, a guest had a dispute with the boss, and beat the boss violently, scaring other customers to avoid.

"You don't know Laozi, it's really blind to your dog's eyes, in Alabastan, who dares not to give our third brother face." One of the men gave the boss several big slaps.

The boss covered his face and said aggrievedly: "Several masters, I really don't know that you are the third brother's people, if you know, I will definitely not have this attitude, please a few masters to raise your noble hands, let go of the small ones, today's wine and food will be my invitation."

When Brontë heard this, he immediately felt that the boss was a two-faced person, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

"It's about the same, dare to have another next time, I smashed your shop." The man raised his fist and frightened.

"Yes, yes, uncle taught a lesson."

Several people came to Brontë and sat down at their next table, but their eyes kept glancing at Tina, who was hot.

"Hey, look at that girl, what a beauty!"

"Why, big brother wants to try it?"

"Nonsense, go, get her for me."

Even though Tina was sitting on the side, the group did not shy away from expressing their dirty thoughts.

Under the order of the boss, one of the younger brothers ran over with a lewd smile on his face and said simply: "Beauty, our eldest brother asked you to go over and have a glass of wine with him."

Tina, who was originally in a good mood, gradually turned gloomy, grabbed the man's hair, and smashed it directly on the table.

The table made of wooden planks shattered on the spot, but Brontë was quick to avoid breaking the remaining half bottle of whiskey.

The head that Tina was carrying in her hands was stained red with blood, and a constant moan of pain came out of her mouth.

Seeing this, the rest of the people gathered around.

"Yo, still a grumpy chick, I like it." The boss completely ignored the life and death of the younger brother, and the smile on his face was even more lewd.

Tina was disgusted when she saw that face, so without saying a word, kicked several strong men to the ground.

Then he asked the boss for a stick, pried open the mouths of several people, poured dice into it, and then kicked them in the mouth, forcing them to swallow.

When several people refused to swallow, Tina kept kicking and beating them in the mouth until her mouth was covered in blood.

Brontë called a good guy, and he was really a tigress, and the means of treating himself were already very gentle!

The guests in the house were too frightened to speak, and some even picked up the unfinished wine and ran directly out of the house.

The tavern owner knelt down in front of Brontë and compensated him, saying that he had no eyes to see Tarzan.

Brontë took this opportunity to blackmail his boss and let him give him two bottles of good wine.

At this moment, a customer came over and frightened them at Brontë: "You have broken into a big disaster, offended the third brother, and the end will be very bad."

Judging by the dress, it should be the local naval soldiers.

Tina was furious, walked over, and rewarded him with a big mouth, "Fuck your third brother, as a navy, it's just a matter of not punishing bad guys, and you dare to fall into the hole here, saying, who is your boss?" The

navy covered its face and did not dare to speak.

At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the tavern, "I want to see, in this rape flower, who else dares not to give my third brother face." Then

the door of the tavern was kicked open, and I saw a "3" guy above his head, with his hands in his pockets, swaggering in.