Ao Biao tries to convince Chu Zheng to let her and himself create brilliance together.
Chuzheng said: No! This brilliance must be done by herself, otherwise the progress bar will not go.
She pondered for a long time that the king of pirates probably wasn't talking about an island.
so…
This sea pirate, she has to contract.
Ao Biao: "..."
Don't be too greedy!
He has given in!
Chu Zheng was inexplicable: "Your life is in my hands, what else can you do?" Hit me? Can you hit it
Ao Biao: "..."
Ao Biao almost choked to death with a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.
He now somewhat understands why the Big Island Lord would fall. The little girl's film is not very old, but her methods are decisive and ruthless.
"You're going to kill me?"
"is it okay?"
"..." Can you kill me or not, and ask me? Are you sick
"If you strongly request, I can satisfy you!" Chu Zheng looked forward to it: "Do you want to die?" I am a good person now, and I don't do anything casually.
"..." Hehe, I don't want to.
Only by living can there be hope.
If you die, there is no hope at all.
Chuzheng took out a porcelain bottle and forcibly fed it to Ao Biao.
"What did you eat for me?" Ao Biao wanted to vomit, but he had already eaten, and he didn't taste anything.
"Poison, or else can it be jelly beans?"
"… "
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the person behind, and turned to face the other pirates: "If anyone of you is not convinced, you can come up and fight me."
The pirate glanced at Ao Biao who was being supported, and his heart burst into emptiness.
Their island master's martial arts are the best, and they haven't beaten this woman, can they win
bang-
Someone dropped the weapon in his hand.
One has two, and the people behind threw away their weapons and surrendered.
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the pirates of Ghost Island. It was their relatives and friends who died, and it was their business how to deal with Ao Biao.
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The island of Aobiao is different from the ghost island. There are only pirates and slaves on the island, and there are no ordinary residents.
Chuzheng found the island owner and Ye Xiuxiu in a dungeon.
The two were separated, and the island owner was tortured by Ao Biao until his leg was broken, and he was described as withered.
Ye Xiuxiu didn't look very good either, lying on the ground, looking like she was dying.
"Islander, how do they deal with it?"
Chuzheng pondered with his chin propped up, and he couldn't kill them. It should be miserable to see them like this.
"Close it." Still close the insurance!
Anyway, I didn't catch it and lock it up, so I thought I didn't see it.
"Didn't you see the three island masters?"
"No... I heard that it was on the road and was thrown into the sea by Ao Biao." Unless it was a fish, it would definitely not survive.
"..." is a ruthless man.
After Chuzheng finished dealing with the matter, she came out and saw Zhuang Ping sitting not far away, her footsteps paused slightly, and she turned around.
"What about your wife and children?"
"Islander..."
Chuzheng raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling that he didn't need to get up.
"Dead... dead."
"… "
When she went to the island to search, she didn't see Zhuang Ping's wife and children, and thought they were taken away.
After all, most of the women on the island have been captured...
"Islander, am I very useless?" Zhuang Ping covered his face, and his voice was a little choked: "I can't save them, and I don't even dare to take revenge..."
"You don't have that ability, and if you go rashly, you'll just die." Chu Zheng's tone was flat.
"But I'm afraid of dying..."
"Who is not afraid of death."
"… "
Yes, who is not afraid of death.
However, Zhuang Ping still has guilt and self-blame in his heart, and his conscience is still there.
It's not that he doesn't want to save his wife and children, he just doesn't have the ability, he can't do it.
Chuzheng couldn't judge whether Zhuang Ping did the right thing or not. She only knew that her choice was made on the premise that she did not regret it.
Chuzheng turned and left, leaving Zhuang Ping alone.
In the corridor, the boy stood there obediently, Chuzheng went over, and he immediately put the cloak in his hand on Chuzheng.
The weather has turned cold recently, and the wind is chilly.
Chuzheng lifted his cloak and caged the boy in.
Bu Qing held the back of her hand, swiped her fingers across the palm of her hand, and wrote a few words.
- Are you also afraid of death
"I'm afraid you will die."
Step lightly: "… "
She... Afraid of her own death
Is his life so important
Bu Qing's heartbeat accelerated slightly unconsciously, and even her cheeks were a little hot.
The young man lowered his head shyly, pursed the corners of his lips, and snuggled beside Chuzheng.
"Do you want to find your father?" Chuzheng asked Bu Qing curiously.
Bu Qing was stunned for a moment, wondering why Chu Zheng suddenly mentioned this.
He shook his head.
In no mood.
He never thought to find any father... Although when his mother was dying, he had to leave here and find his father.
If that person really cares about him that much, why didn't he show up when he needed it most
Yes.
The place where I am is special, and ordinary people can't find it at all. I can't blame that person.
But he didn't want to find 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 held his hand: "If you don't want to look for it, we won't look for it. If you want to, we will look for it. I will help you with whatever you want to do."
Bu Qing glanced at Chu Zheng, his eyes were clear and slightly bright, unlike the others, timid and dull.
He approached Chuzheng and dropped a kiss on her face.
After the boy kissed, he let go of Chuzheng and struggled to run.
Chu Zheng looked at his flustered back and shook his head silently.
-
Chuzheng returned to the room, and Bu Qing was already sitting behind the desk to practice calligraphy.
After a period of practice, although the characters are not particularly beautifully written, they are not dog-crawling either.
Chuzheng entered the door and showed her the copybook lightly, just like a child begging for compliments.
"It's really well written." Chu Zheng boasted indifferently.
Bu Qing didn't know if he didn't hear it, or if he heard it, as long as it was her praise, he felt happy.
Teenager picks up pen and writes on paper.
- But I can't write your name well.
- Can you teach me
"bring here."
Bu Qing immediately took the pen and ink, trotted to Chuzheng's side, and took the initiative to sit beside Chuzheng.
Chuzheng encircled him, lips rubbing lightly on his cheeks.
The young man turned his eyes slightly, and the eyes of the two met in the air, and there seemed to be something growing in the air.
Bu Qing heard the sound of his own heartbeat, which was thundering in his ears, making his blood boil.
Bu Qing swallowed, pursed the corners of his lips, and closed his eyes slightly.
"Want me to kiss you?"
"… "
Bu Qing shook his head violently and turned his head away, but a hand next to him intercepted his head and broke his head back.
The familiar aura invaded, and Bu Qing was powerless to resist, his eyes were slightly closed, and he vaguely saw her appearance.