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

A man rides a bicycle in the sea and gradually approaches the Flying Ideal.

Blanc's head is like pins and needles, and the pores of his whole body are open.

I didn't expect that the person I least wanted to meet still came, and the person who came was not good.

Robin's face was bloodless, his eyes were dull, and the tragedy of O'Hara was still imprinted in the mind of the survivor, and he was even more afraid of the general Pheasant.

Lao Sha, who was bound by his hands, smiled slightly, his voice was mixed with disdain, and it seemed that it was not pleasing to anyone.

Anilu didn't know who was coming, but he only felt that this guy was a little dangerous, not like a good stubble.

As for the Charulia Palace, she was knocked unconscious by Brontë, lest she shout later.

The bicycle stopped twenty meters away from the pirate ship, and the green pheasant looked up at everyone on the boat and shouted: "Cluck, isn't this Nicole Robin, why did you even get on the thief ship?"

Robin didn't talk, and she was afraid of the guy who killed her partner with her own hands.

Instead, Anilu came to the bow of the ship, spinning his weapon in his hand, as if he wanted to strike.

"Yo, the little brother at the bow of the boat, what a talent, being a pirate, wasted!" The pheasant exclaimed in admiration.

Anilu smiled, "You're a talking guy, but unfortunately the image is a little worse, can't enter my eyes, or else, I'll give you a plastic surgery?" After

that, he began to beat the big drum behind him.

A thunderbolt slashed towards the green pheasant, and the sea surface suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and the slender figure inside was faintly visible.

When the smoke dissipated, the pheasant was still standing intact, but the bicycle was already scorched.

"Ahaha, just met and ruined my bike, it's too much!"

The green pheasant stretched out his hand, made a bow pulling gesture, and the words in his mouth vibrate: "Frozen two-spined spear!"

Two spears made of ice flew towards Anilu, only to be broken by Brontë with the Shock Fruit.

"Whitebeard's ability, are you, the boy who ate the god-level fruit?" The green pheasant looked at Brontë wearing a mask, and the ice ball in his hand had condensed into shape.

"Yes, pheasant imp!" Brontë deliberately made an old voice, learned the tone of the white beard, and then switched the fruit ability to the barrier form, ready to block the blow.

Who knew that Anilu suddenly came over and pulled him aside, and swore and said, "Just leave this role to me, you can watch it while you go."

As soon as the words fell, the two natural abilities began to clash, and the sea was beaten into waves.

Time passed minute by minute, and I saw Anilu gradually fall downwind, but at this moment, the green pheasant was cut off by a sand wall.

"Yo yo, careless!" The pheasant's body turned into ice cubes and then regrouped together not far away.

Anilu turned his head curiously to look back, only to see that Klockdar had broken free and was twisting his arm with a hook, as if moving.

"Hahaha, Kuzan, long time no see!"

"Oh, Klockdar, aren't you in Alabastan, how did you appear here?" The green pheasant stopped his hand movement and froze the entire sea surface.

Next, he prepares for a big fight.

Looking at the frozen seawater, Lao Sha became even more excited, and couldn't wait to try the skills of today's general.

"I made a deal with this kid, how about it, Kuzan, do you want two moves?"

The green pheasant exhaled a breath of cold air and struck: "The guts are good, but if you want to fight with me, you still have to practice for a few years."

With that, he pulled out an ice blade.

"Boy, you do what you have to do, just leave it to me here." Klockdar said confidently.

Anilu was very dissatisfied with his words, obviously he was the main force, why should he hand it over to you?

Blanc nodded, now, he did have more important things to do, and he could not delay any longer.

Klockdar took out a cigar and lit it in his mouth, then flew towards the pheasant with a cigarette.

Not to be outdone, Anilu followed.

Brontë used the Immortal Bird Fruit ability and flew towards Justice Island.

Suddenly, an ice bird chased after him at great speed.

Brontë was about to resist, but the ice bird was directly trampled by a pair of huge legs, and the long legs disappeared under the impact of the ice bird.

"Don't worry, leave it to us here." Robin crossed his hands, ready to strike.

Blanc nodded and soared into the sky.

He carried Charulia Palace to the top of the Gate of Justice, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It is obviously a place that represents fairness and justice, but it does dirty and dirty things.

It is said that since the establishment of Justice Island, there have been no prisoners who have been able to walk out intact, and no one has been acquitted, and those who enter here have either been executed or put in a large underwater prison.

In short, they are all prisoners.

Brontë glanced at the Isle of Justice not far away, and swooped down with the Charulia Palace.

Suddenly sirens sounded on the island, and soon a large number of military and police swarmed out, aiming their guns at the sky.

But when they saw the unique costumes of the Draco, they pressed the muzzle of the gun together, for fear of going off and accidentally injuring the creator, and there was really only one way to die.

With the shield of the Charulia Palace, Brontë was like no man's land, and soon came to the top of the innermost Justice Tower on the Isle of Justice, where the flag of the world government was hoisted and fluttered in the wind.

It looks like a symbol of fairness and justice, but it is covered with dirt and blood, which is a flag in the service of rights.

At this time, the tower was surrounded by soldiers, nervously watching Brontë's every move, afraid that he would make a moth.

Brontë lifted Charulia's palace, shielded her from her, continued to act as a shield, and then used the Burning Fruit ability to punch through the World Government flag.

The military and police below suddenly exploded, and this move was undoubtedly challenging the authority of the world government.

Brontë scanned the crowd and saw the CP9 chief Spandam hiding in the crowd, so he gave him a small gift to thank him for his "selfless dedication" over the years.

"Don't!" Shocked to find that his body was being controlled and not obedient, Spandam raised his longsword, which had eaten the elephant fruit, and swung it in full view of everyone.

This scene frightened the military and police into silence.

What kind of divine is that masked man on the tower, who can kill people invisibly without moving?

It's terrible!

Brontë did not pay attention to the corpse, and randomly found a navy and used the thread fruit to catch him.

The Navy struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Seeing this, other military and police officers prepared to shoot him dead.

However, Brontë did not give them this opportunity at all, quickly put away the long line in his hand, and then summoned the meteor volcano to contain the 10,000 troops below.

He knocked out the captured navy, then entered the tower, found a random place, first ripped off the clothes of Charulia's palace, put on her own clothes, and put on a mask and a cloak, while Brontë himself changed into a freshly knocked out navy clothes and transformed into a fake navy.

Looking at the still sleeping Charulia Palace, Brontë slapped her awake with two slaps, and then controlled her to walk out, until she reached the edge of the Tower of Justice.

Feeling that her body was being controlled, Charulia Palace was extremely frightened in her heart, wanting to break free, but she couldn't move, or even speak, so she could only slowly come above everyone.

At this time, the meteor volcano has ended.

The navy, which suffered heavy casualties, saw the enemy walk out alone, and did not care about three seven twenty-one, raised its gun and shot wildly.

Charulia Palace watched thousands of bullets flying towards her, and could only sit still.

She shed tears of unwillingness, and the faces of the undead who had been tortured to death by herself just appeared in her mind, and they were beaten into a hornet's nest.

A generation of Draco demons fell.

The main Brontë descended down the stairs in the tower to the ground and successfully blended into the navy.