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

Large trees cover the sky, and in the darkness, a pair of oozing eyes stared at the uninvited guests who broke into the island.

Before entering the mountain, Brontë opened a map to search, but could not find the location of the island on it.

Combined with the lush vegetation around it and the roads that are nowhere to be found, it is indeed rarely visited.

Perhaps, it's just an uninhabited island in the middle of nowhere, so it's not famous.

The two of them were attacked by several wild beasts during the bushes, but without exception, all of them were pierced through the head by Margaret's arrow.

Perhaps the death of several beasts served as a deterrent, and there were no other dangers on the way back.

At this moment, Brontë really saw the horror of the female warrior of Nine Snake Island, and she was worthy of being a natural beast nemesis.

The flexible body and sturdy legs seem to be born for hunting.

Even a few feet tall bear, in front of Margaret, is like a thin piece of paper, vulnerable.

As a capable person, Brontë thought that he had no chance of winning against these beasts, which was enough to prove the strength of the left protector.

About half an hour later, the two came to a waterfall where a clear stream split the turquoise forest in half.

Margaret bent down, took out the bottles and jars she carried, filled a small pool below the waterfall with a few pots of pure fresh water, and simply washed her face, instantly feeling that her facial skin was fresh and clean.

Suddenly, she saw something shiny shimmering on the cliff wall on the side of the waterfall, and she wanted to reach out and grab it.

But at this moment, a python with a thick water tank poked its head out from behind the waterfall and spit out a scarlet tongue more than half a meter long, scaring Margaret to a stunt.

The female warrior with rich combat experience quickly set up her bow, used all her strength, and pierced the giant python's head with a sword.

By the time Brontë reacted, the python had already burped and turned into a seductive spicy strip.

"It is worthy of being a female warrior of Nine Snake Island!" Brontë did not hesitate to give a thumbs up and praise his left protector.

Praised by the captain, Margaret's pretty face suddenly flushed, as seductive as the sunset in the sky.

Later, Brontë took out a knife, cut off a piece of snake meat, put it in a container prepared in advance, and prepared to take it back and bake it.

Up to now, he had collected almost thirty pounds of beast meat, enough for them to eat for a while.

I'll pick another bag of wild fruits later, and it's perfect!

Driven by curiosity, Margaret finally reached out and picked up the things on the cliff wall, put them in the stream to clean them, and found that it was a diamond the size of a soybean.

She didn't quite understand the value of the diamond, only that it was a beautiful ornament, so she obediently chose to give it to the captain for him to keep.

Brontë carefully took the diamond, looked closely, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he saw three billion bride price beckoning to him.

This has to be taken outside, and it can be sold for at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of Baileys.

The young man silently sighed that the first pot of gold in his life came too quickly, like pies falling from the sky.

However, as the saying goes, luck is also part of strength, and it can only be said that these diamonds are related to themselves.

"Wait, there is too!" Margaret found another one, even bigger than the previous one.

Brontë danced with excitement, and it was no surprise that they stabbed a diamond nest today.

So he did not hesitate, resisted the baptism of the waterfall, rushed into the "water curtain cave" hidden behind, and found that there was indeed a hole inside.

It was a small cave, about the size of a three-bedroom house, dark and damp.

The stone wall was covered with shining diamonds, and it seemed that there were at least twenty or thirty, and if nothing else, the giant python that was killed just now was the guardian of these treasures.

"Get rich! Get rich!"

Brontë jumped up and down, like a child seeing a new toy, and did not hide his inner joy at all.

He took out the knife and busied himself, withholding all the diamonds and putting them in a small bag.

After all of them were taken and weighed the heavy bag, Brontë smiled and his heart became full.

Now, he has become a local tycoon, and the pirates who have empty pockets and only know how to rob homes and houses are no longer the same goods, and when he sees them in the future, he must walk with his head up and chest to show that he is different.

"Captain, what is this?" Margaret held a diamond the size of a pigeon's egg, blood-red.

"This is... This is a blood diamond!" When he saw clearly the treasure in the left protector's hand, Brontë shouted with excitement.

"Oh my God, thank you so much!"

He was like crazy, like Fan Jinzhongju.

Perhaps shouting too loudly, the ground suddenly shook violently, and immediately afterwards, the cave collapsed.

Boom!

"Ahhh!"

Brontë and the left protector fell into a deep pit with the current, and then passed out.

When they woke up, the sun was already tilting to the west, and the two were in a closed valley.

It is full of black flowers, which look bright and strange, and it makes people shudder to look at it a few times.

On both sides are cliffs as steep as blades, and unless you can fly, you can't climb them at all.

Margaret looked up at the unattainable cliff, a little desperate, but then thought, isn't this the two-person world with the captain? You should be happy.

So she raised her head proudly, like a big sister who received a reply from her crush, her heart was restless, but she didn't know that a few wisps of pollen had sneaked into her lungs along her nostrils.

"Beware of this flower poisonous!" As soon as Brontë finished reminding, he noticed that something was wrong with his body, and he only felt very uncomfortable, as if he was burned by a fire, and his lower abdomen was even hot.

Margaret also appeared in the same situation, looking at the teenager with affection, her whole body was red, and she began to rub her body non-stop, and her mouth moaned even more.

"What's going on?" A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart, and Brontë hurriedly took out the mountain spring water he had just collected, wanting to cool down the steaming two sides.

However, just as he was about to make his next move, Margaret not far away ran towards this side like crazy, and a flying pounce pressed the teenager to the ground.

Brontë struggled, but now he was the opponent of a strong female warrior, directly torn by his violence, and soon he was naked and naked.

"Ah, Captain, forgive me, I don't want that either!" Margaret was about to cry, but her knees pressed down on the boy's arms, making him unable to move, throwing the arrow aside with both hands, and then quickly taking off her clothes and kissing it desperately.

Brontë's body was straight, and with what little reason remained, his five fingers tightly clasped the back of the female warrior's hand, preventing her from getting an inch.

However, Margaret has gone completely insane, like a female beast in the breeding season, full of desire.

The young man used all his strength, but he couldn't move anyway, so he simply chose to put it on and let the other party vent the desire in his heart on himself.

So, among the flowers, a brilliant spring light quietly staged....