St. Watson turned and left the captain's cabin after scolding,
"Mr. St. Watson, you have received the Order of the Holy Queen, and you should have a sense of responsibility and honor for this."
Andre's words are still rigid.
"The Lord doesn't care, and neither do I."
St. Watson slammed the door down
The smell of blood filled the air, and a blood-stained bone lay on the wheel rudder.
Although barely escaped from the black rainstorm, strong corrosive water still remained everywhere on the ship. Enduring the six-minute black torrential rain, the 7,000-ton draught "Edgar" refitted Dragon Banner was heavily scarred.
"Qian Du, brothers can't stand it any longer, let's get out, leave the green hills there, don't worry about running out of firewood, in my opinion, we may be caught in a black tea wave."
Xu Longsi hoarse voice.
Qian Yongzhao's eyes were about to burst, but he refused to order the retreat for a long time. The formation of the United Fleet has been blown to pieces. The government's new sailors have undergone drastic changes not long after they have practiced. At this time, they are ordered to retreat. I am afraid that they will be in a mess. Once the main force of the red flag takes the opportunity to kill the United Fleet, the entire army will be wiped out. risks of!
In the past, there were various legends and weathers in Nanyang. Among them, Tianmu crossing the sea is the most strange, and the black tea tide is the most dangerous. It is said that there is no salvation for those who encounter it. Until today, apart from the name of the black tea tide, Nanyang sailors know nothing about the black tea tide. All kinds of things today are also strange to God. Qian Yongzhao couldn't help but wonder, is it really destiny to kill me?
"Qian Du! Qian Du!"
Zhu Ben jumped on his feet and shouted: "Lang! Lang!"
Before he finished speaking, waves several meters high hit Edgar's ship, the deck tilted, and when the sea was surging, the heads of several officers and soldiers rose out of thin air, and several masts were cut off together.
Xu Longsi grabbed a cable to stabilize his figure, only to feel the blood splattering in front of his eyes, followed by severe pain, he touched his chest subconsciously, his hands were wet and soft, except for a few pieces of rags, he actually touched a null.
The blood-stained Longzi pierced through Xu Longsi with his big gun, gyrated in mid-air, and dropped the canvas on the boat. There was a sound of flapping, and the wind-eating canvas fluttered to the ground, revealing Li Yan's figure on the deck.
Xu Longsi stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him, and opened his mouth to spit out several fragments of organs: "You, Ten Niang, I"
Li Yan didn't even look at him, and walked straight past, staring at Qian Yongzhao in front of him, the black ripples in his eyes gradually subsided.
"Are you Tian Baozi?"
Qian Yongzhao's expression was calm.
Li Yan nodded, Longzi's big spear flew up suddenly, the point of the spear first passed through the opponent's chest, and then passed through the admiral's cloak, the blood stains gradually spread around the barrel of the spear, and the point of the spear pierced the wooden board more than half a foot deep. When Qian Yongzhao died, he was half kneeling and half standing, with his head raised, his eyes were looking straight at Li Yan, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.
At the moment when the big gun shattered Qian Yongzhao's heart, Li Yan's chest twitched impressively, as if something cold had penetrated into his heart, but only for a short moment.
"You killed Qian Yongzhao, the commander of the coalition forces."
"The progress of your mandatory Yanfu event has been greatly improved."
"Master Yan Fuxing, please pay attention. Qian Yongzhao is loved by the sea god Yamodo. What you have done has attracted Yamoduo's attention. Yamoduo is the righteous god of the South Seas, please pay attention to safety."
Li Yan took a cold breath, and caught a glimpse of Zhu Ben from the corner of his eye. He was trying his best to stuff his body into the wooden barrel, with only his butt exposed.
Li Yan squinted his eyes. He originally wanted to kill Zhu Ben to settle the matter, but when he thought of another Rao Shi Zi Ya Modo, he changed his mind again.
"Zhu Zongbing, is it too useless for you to die like this?"
Zhu Ben's body was like sifting chaff, and it took him a long time to crawl out of the barrel. Yizhu could indeed hold it down, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Tianbao leader, please spare me, Tianbao leader, please spare me. You see, we used to fight side by side together For the sake of beating the red-haired ghost, please spare my dog's life. Shi Niang and I are old friends for many years. The government is really coercing me, I, I can't help it."
He burst into tears, and when he raised his head, he realized that Li Yanren had disappeared. Only a word floated from a distance: "Your head is on me for now, and I will look for you."
The waves rolled, Li Yan stepped forward, and sank several iron-clad ships on the way. Seeing the ships fleeing in the sea, Li Yan thought to himself, maybe he was too careful
"Luchka! Pack up, let's go back to Guangzhou. Luchka?"
St. Watson found a top hat from nowhere and put it on his head to cover his bald head.
"First, sir."
? Teenager from the cornerHe came out timidly, with a wooden suitcase on his head, and stepped carefully over the rotting sailor's bones on the ground. : "You have to be careful, just here"
"Get your bags ready, we're getting out of here, little bastard."
What St. Watson didn't notice was that a remnant of the wreck had slipped from the mast and was hitting him on the shoulder.
Thorn~
"Grass!"
St. Watson screamed as if someone had grabbed his crotch. He quickly tore off his messy suit, but a large area of ??his shoulder was still festered.
tick tock~
The disaster water fell drop by drop along the edge of the mast on the oak deck, corroding the tough oak into a pothole the size of a bowl in a short while.
"Sir, how are you, sir?"
Luchka also screamed. He opened the suitcase, and inside was pink flesh and blood. Colorful bottles, jars, and glassware were embedded in the flesh.
"Medical alcohol, where is the bandage?"
Luchka rummaged.
After the initial severe pain passed, St. Watson came back to his senses and began to pay attention to the water that hurt him on the ground. He squatted in front of the pit for a long time without saying a word, just like a farmer looking at seedlings.
"Luchka, give me the HP reagent."
"Oh, yes, sir."
Luchka took out a dropper from the suitcase and handed it to St. Watson, who then dropped a drop of colorless liquid into the pit. After a while, the water in the pit boiled, and a few nails followed. The tentacled monsters the size of a lid scrambled out of the pit, but fell to the ground within a few steps, twitched for a while, and formed a gray-white lump of protein.
"Aha~ praise myself."
St. Watson simply snatched the suitcase from Luchka, and fiddled with it himself.
Suddenly, Luchka accidentally saw raging waves and dark clouds approaching his side again, and felt that his breathing was frozen for a moment.
Patta.
Someone landed lightly on the sternboard. It was falling in front of Luchka.
Behind St. Watson who was still obsessed with research, Luchka swallowed a mouthful of saliva, drew a thorn sword from his waist, and pointed it at Li Yan.
Li Yan glanced at St. Watson who was sitting on the ground. The black ripples in his eyes fluctuated for a long time, but there was no response.
"Excuse me." Li Yan said, "Where is the captain's room?"
"I won't tell you."
Luchka said firmly.
"Turn left to the first room, the one with the golden parrot logo on the door is it."
St. Watson answered casually.
"Thank you."
Luchka was dumbfounded, but he didn't have the courage to stop the bloody Chinese man from going to the captain's room, he just covered his face: "Sir, this is too bad! He is an assassin, he will kill Captain Andre of."
"So? Luchka, what's so special about dead people? We were just traveling on his boat, and Hastings paid the bill. I saved your life. If you rushed up just now, you might end up worse than being trampled on." The rotten tomato of the foot is even worse."
"But you betrayed Captain Andre, who took care of us all the way, but you betrayed him. He is a good man."
"In the eyes of the mentally retarded, the executioner may be a good man, because he does not spit. Andre is the executioner who does not spit. And you are the mentally retarded. Look at you, a man who believes Indian Kshatriyas of chivalry? Almost as disgusting as a bitter gourd and chickpea stew."
"Sir, you hate your surroundings so much, why don't you change it? I think you're running away. You don't have the courage to face reality at all."
"The provocative method is useless to me. Let me tell you that after a few years, my portrait will be hung in the classrooms dedicated to you elm heads, with the following words: Praising courage is just wishful thinking of human beings. There are only me and me in the world." Truth endures forever."
"Sir, only God is immortal. And God will never die."
"Okay, little guy." St. Watson stood up impatiently: "I decided to save that Andre, but not because of your words, because that person just now is very important to my research."
He walked a few steps and then turned around: "Also, God is a rotten person, you'd better not count on him." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com