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

After fooling the third brother, Brontë returned to the tavern, released Miss Golden Week, and left with Tina.

Before leaving, the tavern owner stuffed Brontë with a small jar of wine and asked him to keep it on the way to quench his thirst.

Brontë was about to thank him, when Tina put her arms around her neck and forcibly dragged her wine.

The boss, who was messy alone in the wind, realized that his benefactor was also a master who was afraid of his wife.

The next day, the two packed up, left the rape flowers, and headed for the desert, because Tina said she wanted to feel the desert again.

The two headed in the direction of Aruma, and halfway through, they met von Kray, who had come to arrest the main culprit.

Due to the defeat of Daz and Pola, Klockdar ordered the capture of Brontë.

But the people below are obviously passive, after all, they can't even beat Mr1 and Miss's fingers, let alone them.

There is only one exception, and that is Mr2 without a partner, because in his opinion, his strength is not weaker than Mr1 at all, second only to the boss and Miss Sunday.

However, embarrassingly, they don't even know what the enemy looks like, and the portrait painted by Daz is difficult to say, which can be called the abstract painter of Alabastan; Pola is a good artist, but even several pictures are rejected by Daz, one of which even bears some resemblance to the booger man Miss5.

In the end, the two can only provide a basis that can be used as a reference, that is, one of the guys has several drums behind his back.

At this time, Xiao Feng also found the Brontë two, so he walked towards this side with a few of his Muggle men.

Tina took a cigarette and watched their every move, while Brontë was ready to do anything.

"Hello, hello, have you ever seen a guy with a drum behind his back?" Xiao Feng asked politely.

Brontë shook his head, "I haven't seen it!"

"Oh, that's bothering!" Immediately, Xiao Feng turned away with his men.

But before he went far, a man-eating flower suddenly burst out of the desert and began to attack Xiao Feng, and in less than ten seconds, the little brother was swallowed three.

Seeing that several people were struggling to cope a little, Brontë, in the spirit of helping others, used the burning fruit to burn a large area of man-eating flowers.

In the end, von Kray's three younger brothers were successfully rescued, while several others were also out of danger.

"Thank you, kind man!" Xiao Feng was a little moved, and his voice was crying.

"You're welcome, when you go out, everyone is friends." Brontë laughed.

"My name is von Kray, please advise me in the future." Xiao Feng bowed deeply.

"Hello, Xiao Feng, I'm Monch D Brontë!"

Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head and said: "If you encounter any trouble in Alabastan in the future, please report my name, after all, everyone is friends."

Brontë clasped his fist in thanks, "Then I will be respectful and obey, but then again, I have a small problem at the moment."

"Just say!"

"Can you give me a map?" We seem to be lost!"

——The

two walked while playing, and after twelve days, they finally came to Aruma, the town where they were once separated.

Brontë booked a hotel and then took Tina out to make up for her regrets.

Aruma does not have a wide view like the canola flowers in the port city, but it has a different scenery.

Here, you can ride camels, sandboarding, admire magnificent places of interest, and the key is to eat more.

On this day, the two were tasting local specialties when suddenly a slender figure sat down at the next table.

Brontë immediately recognized the person, it was Miss, the second-in-command of the Baroque Work Society, Nicole Robin.

Robin wore a western cowboy-style blue hat and a clean and sharp sportswear, revealing a small belly with bronzed skin, and looked very competent.

She asked for a soda, then spread out the thick book and read it quietly.

Brontë glanced at this very temperamental, but very dark big sister, a little difficult, thinking, can't it be sent by Klockdar to arrest herself?

Tina also noticed the abnormality and immediately became alert, and the person next to her gave her a familiar feeling, but she couldn't say where she had seen it.

"You must be one of the ones who attacked Mr1 and Miss's fingers!" Robin asked as he took a sip of his drink and stared intently at the book on the table.

Brontë knew that she was talking to herself, so he responded: "Miss Robin is really ice and snow smart, this has been discovered by you!"

"The boss asked me to arrest you, but to be honest, I am not your opponent, not even the opponent of the young lady next to you." Robin said sincerely.

"Uh... Then you still dare to show up, are you not afraid that we are demons who kill without blinking? Brontë brought Tina's unfinished drink and began to suck heavily.

"Looking at your appearance, I know that you are not a homicidal person, and I came here mainly to talk to you about cooperation." Robin put his hand on his cheek and turned to look at Brontë, the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc to make her deep blue eyes look even more charming.

"You want to go to sea with us, right?" Brontë understands Robin's intentions, and she wants to cling to the strong and avoid the tracking of CP9, so that she can better collect the text of history and uncover the mystery of eight hundred years of history.

As for Klockdal, it was clear that Robin didn't think he could beat the Brontë two.

"You're smart, I like it." Robin smiled even more, "In a few days, I will be on your side."

"Miss Robin, to tell you the truth, with our strength, we don't need to rely on your strength at all... However, I am still willing to cooperate with you. Brontë held out his hand.

"Then happy cooperation!" Robin held his hand.

Tina on the side was a little unhappy, and gave Brontë a heavy turn, making him almost pour out all the drink he had just drunk.

Brontë hurriedly withdrew his hand, fearing that he would be beaten again before going to bed at night.

Robin continued to look down at her book, as if the conversation had never happened.

Brontë looked at the somewhat deep Miss Sunday, hurriedly finished his drink, and then got up and left with Tina.

Unexpectedly, I just turned a corner, and I was kicked in the ass.

"What are you doing?" Brontë asked, covering his butt.

"Why not, you have a fly in your ass, I kicked it to death for you, shouldn't you thank me?"

"Flies? How can someone like me who loves cleanliness have flies? "Brontë thought this man was talking nonsense.

"Look, what is this!" Tina tapped her toes lightly, and sure enough, there was a dead fly lying there.

Brontë was suddenly speechless, thinking to himself, how could there be such a coincidence, this is definitely part of Tina's plan, but there is no evidence, can only eat yellow lian dumbly.

At night, as soon as he returned to the hotel, the exhausted Brontë lay directly on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found himself naked, and Tina, who was holding him from behind, was undressed.

Feeling the other party's body temperature, Brontë, who was boiling with enthusiasm, could only enter the bathroom and take a cold shower to suppress the evil fire in his body.