Chapter 1522

But within a few years, Lang Erniang's father passed away, and her stepmother was too sad and fell ill the next year and left with her, so from then on, the snake clan orcs lived with Lang Erniang.

The life of the two of them from childhood to adulthood can be said to be very hard, and they often do not have enough to eat, do not wear warm clothes and sleep well. After all the hardships of life, once Lang Erniang has a little food, she will share two-thirds of it. To the snake orcs.

Therefore, although the snake orcs never said how good they were when they were young, they didn't suffer too much with the presence of the wolf-eared lady. Not long after they became adults, because of the wolf-eared lady's intelligence and diligence, their life was also Slowly getting better.

At the beginning, there was a ship, and goods were resold everywhere, and gradually a second and third ship were built, and one or two workers were hired, and finally reached the current scale.

The snake clan orc knew how to read his face since he was a child, and he never caused any trouble for his sister, let alone being ignorant, but he felt a little guilty in his heart, feeling that he had always dragged down Wolf Er Niang.

Arsenal raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the dark sea, and sighed, "Our life will get better and better, right?"

"Of course, it will definitely get better and better. Why are you so weird today." Alita asked curiously.

Arsenal shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "It's nothing, this idea just popped into my head, it's nothing."

Alita fiddled with her hair, and said seriously, "You will know when you go to the Han Dynasty."

*Third watch, (~V). Ask for customization, ask for support. ".

Chapter 1743: Like a flame. (1 more for customization)

The night fell quietly, and the sea breeze kept blowing, sweeping the tents by the sea.

"Hoo hoo hoo...

The tent was blown by the sea wind and made all kinds of strange sounds. With the sound of the waves beating, the night on the island was a bit scary.

In the dark night, the island on the vast sea looked a bit abrupt. The island was not too big or small. There were many merchant ships docked around it, and there were tents on the beach.

"Crackling..

The bonfire was swayed wantonly by the sea breeze, like a little girl dancing. The flames burned the dead wood and made a crackling sound, which was very different from the cold sea at night.

At this time, there was a burst of discussion in a tent, which was particularly eye-catching in the quiet island.

"Can't sleep?" Peterson asked softly.

Agnes nodded, looked at the top of the tent with wide eyes, and said softly, "Yeah, it's the first time I slept outside like this, so I couldn't sleep a bit." The monkey orcs and the Sorrow Girl were arranged in a tent , The two shared two blankets and quilts, and slept on the ground like this, with a fire burning at the door of the tent.

Peterson adjusted his sleeping position, lay on his side and looked at the Sorrow Girl, and asked, "What are you thinking about? After you came to the island, you seemed to be very preoccupied."

"Is there? Do I look very preoccupied?" Agnes seemed to have been guessed.

"Of course, I'm your father, why can't I see that my daughter is worried?" Peterson said seriously.

Agnes stroked the hair on her forehead with both hands, and said, "Actually, it's not really a concern, it's just a little...

Peterson looked at Sorrow Girl's hesitation and asked, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"It's nothing,........This island gives me a really strange feeling, an indescribable feeling." Agnes kept rolling her eyes.

-Yeah, I have the same feeling, especially at night, it's more intense. " Peterson agreed.

Agnes pouted and muttered, "Actually, I would rather sleep on a bed than on an island. This island is too weird. It's very... very uncomfortable."

"It's said that I have to sleep on the island for the past two days. It's too bad." Peterson shook his head again and again, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Let's make an opinion tomorrow. I still want to sleep on the boat. It's more at ease. We only land on the island during the day to rest. I still prefer to sleep on the boat at night." Agnes suggested.

"I think it's a good idea." Peterson nodded.

Agnes got up and wrapped herself in the quilt, looked at the shadow of the dancing flames outside the tent, and murmured, "Father, in fact, it would be great if Mother was still here at this time."

...Petersen was silent for a while, and suddenly thought of his dead wife, with a lot of emotions.

Upon seeing this, Agnes realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and she apologized again and again, "Father, I'm sorry, I just...just suddenly remembered my mother." Have people forgotten?"

Peterson forced a smile.

"Didn't my father always remember my mother deeply, so after all these years, you are still alone." Agnes smiled.

"I'm happy to be alone. It's good to be alone. There's nothing wrong with it. Besides, I'm not alone. I still have you, don't I?" Peterson also smiled. Agnes blinked her eyes, threw a coat on her body, and murmured, "Yeah, you still have me."

Seeing this series of movements of the Sorrow Girl, Peterson wondered, "What's wrong?

Do you want to go out? "

"Yeah, I want to go out and have a look, but I don't know what the beach looks like at night." Agnes said softly.

"It's too dangerous outside, and it's very cold, you better not go out." Peterson worried.

"I brought a coat, it's okay, it's nearby, and Miss Alita and the others have knights patrolling, so it's okay." Agnes lowered her voice.

Peterson also picked up a coat and said, "Okay, then I'll go with you."

*Hmm, we just can't sleep, so we can just go out and chat, chatting here will disturb others. ' Agnes nodded.

"Gaofu Cha...

After they got dressed, they opened their quilts, lifted the tents and went outside.

Agnes looked at the flames dancing on the bonfire, and murmured, "My lord, look, although the wind on the beach is very strong, the bonfire has not stopped burning, but it is getting hotter and hotter."

Peterson tightened his coat, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Indeed, this should be you who are unwilling to give up when you encounter difficulties, right?"

"Like me?" Agnes's face reflected the orange light and shadow of the fire, and the light and shadow on her face changed as the sea breeze blew.

"Who says no? You know it's good to just give up, but you just don't want to. It's not like who you look like?" Peterson chuckled.

Agnes pulled her hair back and said, "I don't want to be like this flame. After burning, there will be no 887, just a black ash."

...It can be regarded as a vigorous existence, although the result is not very good. said Peterson.

"I thought I was going to be as vigorous as a flame, but in the end I didn't want to be like a flame, only a pool of black." Agnes said seriously.

Petersen raised his eyebrows slightly, and said seriously, "But I still hope you are safe and sound. After all, the Han Dynasty is no better than Torola, and everything there is unknown. If you are too high-profile, it will attract some unnecessary attention."

"Unnecessary staring?"

Agnes pursed her lips and thought, "Yes, we need to keep a low profile at first, otherwise there will always be some troubles."

"It's good that you understand, we don't need to do this until we can make a high profile." Peterson nodded gratified.

Agnes looked at the dark sea and said, "I don't know how long it will take to reach the Han Dynasty."

"We've been out for a while, I'm afraid it will take a long time." Peterson said in a deep voice.

"Is it a long time? I hope we will be safe all the way." Agnes said seriously.