Chapter 2136 Pirate King (27)
Ao Biao tried to persuade Chu Zheng to let her create glory with him.
Chuzheng said: No! This glory must be achieved by herself, otherwise the progress bar will not move.
She thought for a long time that the pirate king might not be talking about an island.
so……
She has to take over all the pirates on this sea.
Ao Biao: "..."
Don't be too greedy!
He has already given in!
Chuzheng was confused: "Your life is in my hands, what else can you do?" Hit me? Can you fight 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 owner fell. The little girl is not very young, but her methods are decisive and ruthless.
"You want to kill me?"
"May I?"
"..." Are you asking me whether you want to kill me or not? Are you sick?
"If you have a strong request, I can satisfy you!" Chuzheng looked forward to it: "Do you want to die?" I am a good person now and will not do anything casually.
"..." Haha, I don't want to.
Only when people are alive can they have hope.
If you die, then there is no hope at all.
Chuzheng took out a porcelain bottle and force-fed Ao Biao into it.
"What did you feed me?" Ao Biao wanted to vomit, but he had already eaten and couldn't taste anything.
"Poison, otherwise it would still be a jelly bean?"
"..."
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the people behind him and turned to face the other pirates: "If any of you are not convinced, you can come up and fight me."
The pirate glanced at Ao Biao who was being held up, and felt weak in his heart.
Their island master has the best martial arts, but he couldn't defeat this woman. How could they win?
Clang——
Some people dropped their weapons.
If there is one, there will be two, and the people behind them throw away their weapons and surrender.
Chuzheng handed Ao Biao over to the pirates on Ghost Island. Those who died were their relatives and friends. It was their business to deal with Ao Biao.
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Aobiao Island is different from Ghost Island. There are only pirates and slaves on the island, not ordinary residents.
Chuzheng found the island owner and Ye Xiuxiu in a dungeon.
The two were kept separately, and the big island owner was tortured by Ao Biao until his legs were broken and he looked haggard.
Ye Xiuxiu didn't look very well, lying on the ground, dying.
"Island owner, how will they deal with it?"
Chuzheng held her chin and thought, trying to kill but not being able to kill them. Seeing them like this should be considered miserable.
"Keep it off." Keep the insurance on!
Anyway, I wasn’t the one who caught him and locked him up, so I just pretended I didn’t see him.
"Didn't you see the three island masters?"
"No... I heard that he was thrown into the sea by Ao Biao on the way." Unless it was a fish, it would definitely not survive.
"..." He is a cruel person.
After Chuzheng finished handling the matter, she came out and saw Zhuang Ping sitting not far away. She paused slightly and turned around.
"Where are your wife and children?"
"Island owner..."
Chuzheng raised her hand and pressed it down, indicating that he didn't need to get up.
"Dead...dead."
"..."
She searched when she went to the island, but she didn't see Zhuang Ping's wife and children, so she thought they had been kidnapped.
After all, most of the women on the island have been kidnapped...
"Island Master, am I useless?" Zhuang Ping covered his face, his voice a little choked: "I can't save them, and I don't even dare to take revenge..."
"You don't have the ability. If you go rashly, you will just die." Chuzheng said calmly.
"But I'm afraid of death..."
"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, it's just that he doesn't have the ability and 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 based on the premise that she would not regret it.
Chuzheng turned and left, leaving Zhuang Ping alone.
In the corridor, the young man stood there obediently. When Chuzheng passed by, he immediately put the cloak in his hand on Chuzheng.
The weather has turned cooler recently and the wind is chilly.
Chuzheng lifted up her cloak and pulled the young man in.
Bu Qing held the back of her hand, ran his fingers across the palm, and wrote a few words.
——Are you also afraid of death?
"I'm afraid you'll die."
Bu Qing: "..."
She...is afraid of dying?
Is his life that important?
Bu Qing's heartbeat accelerated slightly unconsciously, and her cheeks felt a little hot.
The young man lowered his head shyly, pursed his lips, and leaned against Chu Zheng.
"Do you want to find your father?" Chuzheng asked Bu Qing curiously.
Bu Qing was stunned, wondering why Chu Zheng suddenly mentioned this matter.
He shook his head.
In no mood.
He never thought about looking for his father... although when his mother was dying, she told him to leave here and look for his father.
If that person really cared about him, why didn't he show up when he needed him most?
yes.
The place I am in is special and cannot be found by ordinary people. I cannot blame that person for this.
But he doesn't want to find someone who doesn't show up when he needs him 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.
"You guessed it." Chuzheng held his hand: "If you don't want to look for it, we won't look for it. If you want to find it one day, 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 others, who were timid and lackluster.
He leaned closer to Chuzheng and placed a kiss on her face.
After the young man kissed her, he let go of Chu Zheng, struggled and ran away.
Chuzheng looked at his panicked back and silently shook her head.
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When Chuzheng returned to the room, Bu Qing was already sitting behind the desk practicing calligraphy.
After a period of practice, although the writing is not particularly beautiful, it is not like a dog crawling.
When Chuzheng walked in, Bu gently held up the copybook to show her, like a child asking for praise.
"It's so well written." Chu Zheng praised nonchalantly.
Bu Qing didn't know whether he didn't hear it or whether he heard it. As long as she praised her, he felt happy.
The boy picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.
——But I can't write your name well.
——Can you teach me?
"bring here."
Bu Qing immediately took the pen and ink, trotted over to Chu Zheng, and sat down next to Chu Zheng quite proactively.
Chuzheng hugged him and brushed her lips against Bu Qing's cheek.
The young man looked sideways slightly, and their eyes met in the air. Something seemed to be growing in the air.
Bu Qing heard his own heartbeat, which sounded like thunder in his ears, making the blood all over his body boil.
Bu swallowed lightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and closed his eyes slightly.
"Want me to kiss you?"
"..."
Bu Qing shook his head violently and turned away, but a hand next to him caught his head and pushed it back.
The familiar breath invaded, and Bu Qing was helpless to resist. His eyes were slightly closed, and he could vaguely see her appearance. The eyelashes swept across his skin, causing a trembling feeling that made his heart flutter.
