Chapter 2136: King of Pirates (27)

Ao Biao tried to persuade Chuzhen to let her create brilliant with herself.
Chu Zheng said: No! This glory must come by herself, or the progress bar will not go.
She pondered for a long time, and the pirate king was probably not talking about an island.
and so……
This pirate at sea, she is contracted.
Ao Biao: "..."
Don't be too greedy!
He has given in!
Chuzheng is inexplicable: "You have my life in my hands, what else can you do?" Hit me? Can you fight
Ao Biao: "..."
Ao Biao almost choked on her throat with a spit of blood.
He now understands a little bit why the Big Islander would fall. The little girl is young, but the means is decisive.
"You are going to kill me?"
"May I?"
"..." Will you kill me and ask me if you can? Are you sick
"If you strongly demand, I can satisfy you!" Chuzhen looks forward to, "Do you want to die?" I'm a good person now, and don't do anything casually.
"..." Hehe, don't want to.
There is hope only when people are alive.
It's dead, that's no hope at all.
Chu Zheng took out a porcelain bottle and forcibly fed Ao Biao into it.
"What did you eat for me?" Ao Biao tried to spit but she had already lost her belly and didn't taste anything.
"Poison, or can it be jelly beans?"
"..."
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the others and turned to face the other pirates: "Whoever of you is not convinced, you can come up and fight with me."
The pirate glanced at Ao Biao who was being framed, his heart burst into falsity.
The island master's martial arts are the best. None of them have won this woman. Can they win?
哐 Dang
Someone lost their weapon.
One or two, the people behind threw away their weapons and surrendered.
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the pirates on Ghost Island, and their relatives and friends died. How to deal with Ao Biao was their business.
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Ao Biao Island is different from Ghost Island. There are only pirates and slaves on the island, and there are no ordinary residents.
In the dungeon, Chuzhen spotted Oshima and Ye Xiuxiu.
The two were switched on and off, and the island owner was tortured by Ao Biao and broke his leg, describing the withering.
Ye Xiuxiu looked not very good, lying on the ground and dying.
"Island owner, what do they do?"
Chuzheng held his chin to ponder, and couldn't kill or kill, it would be miserable to see them like this.
"Stop it." Still on insurance!
Anyway, it wasn't my arrest and I didn't see it.
"Did you see that Mishima master?"
"No ... I heard it was on the road and was thrown into the sea by Ao Biao." Unless it was a fish, it would definitely not be able to live.
"..." is a ruthless person.
After Chuzheng handled the matter, she came out to see Zhuang Ping sitting not far away. She stepped slightly and turned in a different direction.
"What about your wife and children?"
"Island master ..."
Chuzhen raised his hand and pressed down, signaled that he didn't need it.
"Dead ... dead."
"..."
When she went to the island to search, she did not see Zhuang Ping's wife and children, and thought she had been arrested.
After all, most women on the island have been arrested ...
"Is the island owner very useless?" Zhuang Ping covered his face and choked a little in his voice: "I can't save them, and I don't dare to avenge ..."
"You don't have that ability, you just rush to death just to die." Chuzhen tone was flat.
"But I'm afraid of death ..."
"Who is not afraid of death."
"..."
Yeah, who is not afraid of death.
However, Zhuang Ping still had guilt and self-blame, and his conscience was still there.
He doesn't want to save his wife and children, he doesn't have that ability, he can't.
Chuzheng couldn't judge whether Zhuang Ping was doing right or not. She only knew that her choices were made on the premise that she did not regret it.
Chuzhen turned and left, leaving Zhuang Ping alone.
In the hallway, the boy stood obediently, and Chuzhen passed, and he immediately put the cloak in his hand on Chuzhen.
The weather has turned cold recently and the wind has been cold.
Chuzhen lifted her cloak and caged the boy in.
He gently held the back of her hand, swiped her fingers across her palm, and wrote a few words.
Are you afraid of death?
"I'm afraid you will die."
Bu Qing: "..."
She ... afraid of dying?
Is his life so important?
Bu Qing's heartbeat speeded up involuntarily, and there was a little hotness along with his cheeks.
The boy bowed his head shyly, leaning on the corners of his lips, nestling next to Chuzhen.
"Do you want to find your father?" Chuzhen asked curiously.
Stepping lightly, I don't know why Chuzhen suddenly mentioned this.
He shook his head.
Don't want to.
He never thought about finding a father ... even when his mother was dying, he had to leave here to find his father.
If that person really cares about him so much, why didn't he show up when he needed it most?
Yes.
I'm in a special place, and most people can't find it. This can't blame that person.
But he didn't want to look for someone who didn't show up when he needed it most.
How do you know my father ...
The people on the island said that his mother was ... but his mother only told him that he was not. He had a father.
"Guess." Chuzheng shook his hand. "If you don't want to find us, don't look for it. If you think about it one day, we will look for it. I will help you with whatever you want to do."
Taking a small look at Chuzheng, his eyes were clear and slightly bright, not as timid and dim as outside.
He leaned closer to Chu and dropped a kiss on her face.
When the teenager kissed, he released Chuzheng and struggled to run away.
Chu Zheng looked at his panic back and shook his head silently.
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Chuzheng returned to the room, and Bu Qing had sat down and practiced writing after the book case.
After a period of practice, although the word was not written beautifully, it was not a dog crawling.
Chuzhen enters the door, holding her copybook to her, as if looking for a compliment.
"Good writing." Chuzhen exaggerated.
Bu Qing didn't know if he didn't hear it, or he heard it. As long as she boasted, he felt happy.
Teenager holding pen and writing on paper.
But I can't write your name.
Can you teach me?
"bring here."
Bu Qing immediately took the pen and ink, trot to Chuzhen, and sat quite beside Chuzhen.
Chuzhen hugged him, his lips rubbing lightly on his cheek.
The boy looked slightly, his eyes met in the air, and something seemed to be breeding in the air.
Bu Qing heard his heartbeat, and the sound of thunder in his ears made his blood boil.
Swallow gently, close the corners of your lips, and close your eyes slightly.
"Want me to kiss you?"
"..."
He shook his head lightly and twisted his head, but one side caught his head and held him back.
Familiar breath came in, and Bu Qing was helpless, her eyes narrowed, and her appearance was faintly seen. The eyelashes swept across the skin, and the trembling sensation made him dazzled.