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

"How do you know it's my birthday?" Brontë gently ruffled Vivi's hair and asked suspiciously.

"I said that the heart has a spiritual rhino, do you believe it?" Vivi stuck out her tongue mischievously, looking a little eccentric.

"Believe... Go for it!" Brontë said hesitantly, but in his heart, he believed that Vivi had inquired from somewhere else.

No, since he went to sea, he hadn't mentioned it to anyone else, and if anyone knew his birthday, it could only be the group of Draco from the former Don Quixote family.

Vivi carried her hands behind her back, bouncing around Brontë, "You can't be wrong, you are him!"

Brontë was a little baffled by this, and Vivi still had a little memory of her past life?

"Where did we meet?" Brontë asked the doubts in his heart, guessing that Vivi really knew him.

"Hee-hee, you forgot? When I was a child, in the Holy Land of Mary Joya, I was bullied by Draco, and you gave me a head, and I was beaten as a result, but I was successfully rescued. Oh, almost forgot, you're Draco too.

"When I was a child, I took the lead for you?" Brontë pointed to himself, unable to believe such a coincidence.

"Yes, I was about eight or nine years old at that time, I followed my father to the World Conference, and I was bullied by a few Draco boys when I went out to play, and you saved me. Later, I also went to inquire about your news with a sister, and she told me your name and birthday, what a coincidence, we both had the same birthday, I always remember it! It's just that you are different now, right, Don Quixote Brontë? "

Huh?" The more Brontë listened, the more confused he became, thinking that the memory of the original owner was too bad, causing the inheritor of his body to not know that this kind of thing had happened, but with the character of the original owner, when he met the little girl who was bullied by the Draco, he would indeed see the road unevenly, pull out the knife to help, but he didn't expect that the good things would all fall on him in the end, which was really God rewarding him with food.

"Happy birthday, Vivi!" Brontë used the dessert fruit ability to make a cake, and then used wax wax fruit to match the thread fruit to make a few candles, and then inserted the candle on the cake and lit it, and served it to Vivi.

Vivi smiled, she didn't expect that celebrating her birthday in the wild could be so romantic.

She clasped her hands together, looked at Brontë and said, "Since we are both birthdays today, let's make a wish together!"

Then the two closed their eyes and began to make wishes.

Ten seconds later, the two opened their eyes at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and blew out the candle together.

Blowing and blowing, the mouth sticks together.

After a storm of clouds, Vivi wiped her mouth, then picked up a wooden stick to wash and prepare to cut the cake into small pieces, but Brontë stopped her.

"Don't, this cake can't be eaten."

"Why?" Vivi asked, puzzled.

"There is no why, I said if you can't eat, you can't eat." Brontë put away the cake and prepared to find a place to dispose of it.

Unexpectedly, Wei Wei's eyes were quick, and she grabbed the cake and directly grabbed it with her hand to eat it.

"Well, it tastes really good!" Vivi's mouth was covered with cream, her eyes were bent into a crescent moon, and she smiled with satisfaction.

Looking at the gobbling girl, Brontë also picked a little to taste, and almost vomited for himself.

Just this kind of taste can be eaten, it can be seen that Vivi is really not an ordinary person, Brontë even thinks that she is not like a princess at all, but like a little girl in the slums who has been hungry for days and nights.

After eating, Vivi held up the remaining cake and quietly circled behind Brontë, wanting to take advantage of his unpreparedness to carry out a sneak attack, but was backhanded by Brontë on the face.

Vivi was so confused that she couldn't open her eyes, stomped her foot repeatedly, and scolded Brontë for not talking about martial virtue and cheating.

Brontë shot back, "You don't rule that you can't use domineering, do you?" Haha!"

Vivi removed the cake from her face with her hands, and then pasted it all on Brontë's face, scratching him while pasting, making him like herself, a little flower cat.

Then, Brontë used his fruit ability to conjure up a bunch of desserts and began to chase Vivi.

Not to be outdone, Vivi fought and retreated.

The two of them chased me in the grass, and when they were tired of playing, they would lie down and rest for a while, and then get up and continue to fight.

Before I knew it, it was late at night.

A trace of coolness swept over, causing Wei Wei to shiver, and her whole body trembled.

It may be the reason for the sweat just now, but now a little wind blows, it is particularly piercing.

So the two simply washed off the cake on their bodies, got into the barrier hut, and snuggled together.

Brontë made two small doors of other materials and blocked the ends, leaving only a small vent.

In this way, it is much warmer.

But perhaps because the cream was not cleaned, the two were sticky, which made it difficult for Brontë to sleep.

So he got up, used the fruit ability to build a large iron pot, and then introduced the water from the lake into the pot, and then used the burnt fruit to heat it.

After a long time, the water temperature finally reached the conditions for bathing, and at this time, Brontë was already tired and panting, sweating profusely, and his physical strength was severely overdrawn.

He asked Vivi to undress herself and get into the pot.

Vivi didn't agree, feeling that this was too frivolous, so she climbed in directly with her clothes on.

Brontë also learned from her, went into the pot and began to wash the cream and sweat from her body.

The two fought again until the water in the iron pot became cool.

At this time, Vivi finally faded her wet clothes, revealing a white and flawless jade body like winter snow.

Brontë turned around, not because he didn't want to see it, but because he didn't dare to look at it, for fear that he wouldn't be able to hold it.

Vivi hung her clothes on a branch to dry, and told Brontë not to peek, and then took out her spare shorts and shorts from her pocket.

After wearing it, she instantly turned into a sunny sports girl, giving Brontë's eyes a straight look!

This outfit seems to let Brontë see the first love he fantasized about when he was ignorant in his previous life, and he is also so white-skinned, sunny and smiling, and has a high ponytail.

Unfortunately, time has passed, and the humble and arrogant, proud and calm teenager can no longer be found.

Vivi noticed Brontë's eyes, did not blame him, but walked over and put her arms around him.

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The next day, the two slept until noon, and after a simple lunch, they continued on their way.

After a few days of sleeping rough, I unknowingly arrived on the outskirts of Arubana.

From a distance, you can see the heavily guarded gate of the imperial city, and you can know how honorable the guests inside are based on this battle alone.

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Brontë did not choose to enter the city, but was arranged by Vivi in a small town not far away, and Vivi accompanied him here every day.

The two lived in seclusion, and Brontë went around the imperial city from time to time to inquire about information.

This does not inquire do not know, a probe is shocked.

According to a warrior, since Draco came to Alabastan, more than thirty people have been killed for no reason.

Especially the female Draco, the methods of torture and killing are heinous, and most of the innocent people are tortured to death.

The more Brontë listened, the more angry he became, and his hands were bruised, and he couldn't wait to enter the city single-handedly now and unload the Charulia Palace in eight pieces, in order to show that he only hated.

But after calming down, he gave up this impulsive idea, after all, if Tenryu really had an accident here, the entire people of Arubana would have to be buried.

Dying an entire city to kill one person is not worth it!

The most important task at the moment should be to improve one's own strength, so as to ensure that out of Alabastan, it is like a probe to take the enemy's first rank from it.

And it just so happened that Vivi had already revealed to Brontë some kind of bold idea in her heart....