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

After taunting Lao Sha, Brontë handcuffed him to make him say goodbye to fruit ability for a while.

Although Klockdar couldn't move physically, he was still conscious, and when he heard Brontë mocking himself like this, he was not angry, but he smiled helplessly, not knowing what he was calculating in his heart.

However, in the next second, he couldn't hold back completely!

Nicole Robin, who did not make a move from beginning to end, slowly walked over and solemnly announced that she was leaving the Baroque Work Society.

At first, Klockdar was not convinced.

After all, we are classmates who have worked together for many years, and Robin is a very emotional person, and it is impossible to abandon himself.

But when he saw the enemy talking and laughing with Miss on Sunday, his heart was completely cold!

Klockdar has mixed tastes in his heart, and you are playing me here one by one?

When the president comes to this, there is no one!

Anilu swaggered over, showing his white front teeth, looked down at the sand crocodile, and mocked: "The strong man in Qinghai is this strength? It's so disappointing!"

That mean expression made Brontë, who was also from Qinghai, see it, and he wanted to give him two crutches.

However, now is not the time for infighting, so we must quickly clear the battlefield and leave the place.

The poor third brother was arranged to clean the scene, while Brontë escorted Klockdar and his surviving members to the only oasis in the desert, the rain.

Before leaving, Vivi pulled off her head rope, revealing curly blue hair, like a clear waterfall, spread on her shoulders at will; After that, the zipper on the chest was unzipped, and a plush coat suddenly turned into a long red and blue striped pleated skirt.

Looking at the familiar figure, Klockdar suddenly realized, and then completely confessed, feeling that God was playing tricks on himself, and the little character who couldn't be seen just now became the princess of Alabastan in a blink of an eye.

This camouflage technique is even more powerful than a chameleon.

If it weren't for Mr1, Mr2 and other loyal subordinates, Lao Sha would have thought that he was an undercover agent who broke into the Baroque Work Society!

"Go Nima's God!" Klockdar let out a reluctant roar, both angry and annoyed.

Ignoring the former president, Vivi trotted to Brontë's side, took his arm, and thanked him with a big smile on her face.

The mountain that once weighed on the heart is now finally leveled, and Alabastan will be back on track.

But even now, Wei Wei still can't believe that the two guys who had a conflict with him at the beginning can really defeat Klockdar, who is the king of the Seven Wuhai.

This is simply a fantasy, but it really happened like a dream, call it a miracle!

Brontë gently patted Vivi on the shoulder and comforted: "All the sad past will eventually pass away with the wind, and this land will still be yours in the future."

Vivi burst into tears with excitement and hugged Brontë, "Thank you, willing to save my country... However, you still have to pay me for my Karoo duck!"

"Didn't it mean that as long as we help you defeat Klockdar, our grudge will be written off, how can it not be a word?" Brontë was suspicious.

"I'm not creditable, okay?"

"Harm, everyone is friends, say what are you doing!"

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The group arrives at Klockdar's base camp and kills all the crocodiles he feeds.

In Brontë's words, it is necessary to cut the grass to remove the roots, so that these crocodiles can go out and harm people.

Afterwards, several large crocodiles were served as fragrant delicacies.

Everyone gathered around to feast, only Klockdar and the others, who were prisoners under the steps, were locked up in a huge cell made of sea lou stone, unable to eat.

The most infuriating thing is that this cage was designed by him himself, in order to deal with those who are capable, but now it has become a shackle that imprisons himself.

At the table, a group of people were talking and laughing, and Vivi and Mitage changed their tricks to serve dishes to Brontë.

As for Pola, he focused on Anilu and kept forking him crocodile meat.

However, this guy from Anilu was completely unappreciative, and he actually disliked the crocodile meat stained with Pola's saliva, saying that he would not eat anything, which made Bora very embarrassed.

Even if Brontë kindly reminded him, he was reluctant and still went his own way.

In the corner, the humble third brother only cares about dry food.

For him, it was already a great honor to be able to share the table with the old immortal.

After eating, Brontë brought the leftovers to Klockdar's group and shouted, "Come,

eat!" Looking at the messy dinner plate, Klockdar was very disgusted, so he closed his eyes and did not speak.

Daz also closed his eyes with the boss, like a calm and relaxed monk, not eating the food that came from him.

Only Miss drooled during Golden Week and looked at the plate in Brontë's hand with a radiant expression.

"Little girl, do you want to eat?" Brontë asked.

"Don't want to... Think... I want to eat!" Golden Week was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her stomach was already hungry and thirsty.

This kind of "food" is simply a gift from heaven for a foodie.

Instead of handing her the plate, Brontë tilted his head and teased, "You just call brother and say that Klockdar is a bastard, and I'll let you eat fresh crocodile meat, how about it?"

The little girl glanced at the boss timidly, then closed her eyes and shouted towards the sky: "Brother, blame Klockdar, this big bastard, for making me have no food."

Children can be taught!

Brontë nodded gratifyingly, carried the little girl out alone, and then locked the cell door.

Golden Week, who regained his freedom, ran to the table, looked at the debris scattered everywhere, picked up the cutlery and was about to eat.

Brontë quickly stopped her, took out a fresh crocodile leg from behind her back, and handed it to the little girl.

The Golden Week of taking over the food is like a gluttony that has not eaten for many days, three or two times to gnaw the crocodile leg to the essence, even the bones are not spared, after eating, do not forget to ask weakly: "Is there anything else?"

Brontë's eyes widened, thinking, this little girl is also too violent, what is the stomach in the stomach made of?

This is no longer just a matter of being able to eat, the main thing is that big bone, won't it panic?

So Brontë served her a large plate full of crocodile meat and made her eat it.

The Golden Week, which was still a little wizened just now, suddenly became vibrant, rolled up his sleeves, left hand piece, right hand piece, left mouthful, right mouthful, crazy eating.

Within minutes, the huge plate was empty, and the soup was licked clean.

Now, not only Brontë, but also others became stunned, thinking that if the family did not have tens of millions of Bailey's savings, they really could not afford to support this little girl.

I've never seen something that can be eaten.

Brontë asked if she was still eating, and the little girl finally shook her head, not knowing whether she was really full or embarrassed.

And while this group of people enjoyed the meal, on the sand dunes outside Yoba, a stained shemale silently looked at the calm desert and fell into deep thought....

"What about the boss? What about guys? Xiao Feng twitched.

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That night, Brontë piled all the leftover crocodile meat in front of the cell, and then went back to sleep.

As a result, when I got up the next morning to check it, several plates were empty, and even the dregs were gone.