Chapter 715: Smoking, Drinking, and Perming Your Head

As the saying goes, it is true that the two hands are invincible with four punches, even if it was the half-worm who knocked Fez away with a single blow before, under the reckless man of Uncle Cuenca and countless excited warriors, he still did not survive for a minute, and the place where he stood before was as if he had been plowed by a heavy engineering truck used to storm the city, except for all kinds of magic ashes and explosion marks, not even a single hair could be seen.

"Haha...... I thought he was such a great guy, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. Seeing that the enemy was no longer a scumbag, Uncle Cuenca suddenly sat down on the steps of the house next to him, panting, and he did not forget to show off his great military exploits to the gentleness beside him, "Hmph, boy! Did you see, that guy was slapped in the face by one of my ghost ships, and then he was stupid like a shark that had been hit by a cannonball! Hahaha...... It's a pity that his carapace is too hard, and there isn't much water here, otherwise I would have smashed it to pieces in one boat! ”

"It's not that I said, so many of you are rushing up, and whoever comes in exchange will have to become a piece of slag, okay?" Gentle pursed her lips helplessly, and whispered, "And isn't your ghost ship capable of using the echoes of your smashed ship on the sand, and the heroic souls of your indomitable warriors?" This is the Temple of the Phantom Night, and they have all transcended the plane of the present world, how can you still call them out? ”

"It's very simple, because I talked to them, and they're all in this whale knife now." Cuenca said, pestling the blue machete beside him in front of Gentle, and said in a proud tone, "So no matter where in this world, I can get their full help!" ”

"Damn, you wicked old man, you imprisoned the souls of your loyal subordinates in your own weapons?! You pervert, my God! Wen Wen pointed at the Cuenca in front of him and shouted exaggeratedly, "I really didn't expect you to do such a beastly thing!" ”

"Bah, you damn boy, who's the wicked bad old man! I'm obviously the most handsome captain in the Iron Sail Country! Hearing the gentle scolding, Quinca suddenly stood up from the top of the steps and shouted loudly at the gentle beard glare in front of him, "And...... Who is perverted! Who is inferior to the beast! ”

"You pervert! You're not as good as a beast! Wen Wen also scolded loudly, "Otherwise, how could such a thing be done!" ”

"Where am I perverted, where am I inferior to a beast!" Cuenca was still feeling a little tired, but being stimulated by the gentleness, he immediately felt that he could still drive another hundred ghost ships out, "That's all after I discussed it with them, and I did it with their consent!" And they themselves are very willing to continue to help me in this way, and continue to protect the Iron Sail Country! ”

"Then you haven't imprisoned their souls the same!"

"I didn't! They want to go, anytime! ”

"But it's not a confinement now!"

"Ahhh I'm going to beat you to death! ”

"Shocked! Make somebody's blood boil! In order to destroy his own crime, the perverted captain actually wants to murder those who know! It's a crime! If you are with us like this, you will be thrown into hell to make soup! ”

Looking at the gentle and cunker in front of her who were chasing and playing like two children, the goddess of the night on the side, Nice, shook her head slowly, with a shallow smile on her face, once upon a time, those children created by her own hands also gave her such a warm and harmonious feeling, but now, she was finally gently punctured by the beautiful dream she had always believed in, and pulled the muddy self back to this cold reality, looking at the ruined temple around her, She could scarcely believe that she had been imprisoned here for countless years with such peace of mind, but she had never thought of resisting.

What a terrible thing to do.

Looking at the gentleness in front of her and arguing with Cuenca for a few minutes, she suddenly said with her arms in her arms: "Okay, you two don't make any more trouble, this is just the first descendant of the sealer, there are two more who found you and rushed over here, and there is a mature body that is much more powerful than this, you better quickly repair it, and attack like the violent covering attack just now...... You can't do it again, can you? ”

"Hmph, for your mother's sake, spare you this time!" Being shouted by the goddess of the night, Cuenca could only stop, but even so, he still looked at the gentleness of the left and right stripes scurrying back and forth in front of him angrily, and scolded softly, "Scurrying back and forth like a water monkey, it's best to exhaust you!" ”

"I'm not tired!" Seeing that Cuenca stopped his movements, Wen Wen also stood in place, and said as if complaining to the other party, "I also brought you coconut rum from the Sailor's Tavern on Keane Island, and I ran down to save you as soon as I knew you were in danger, and I also picked up that old pipe of yours!" Is that how you repay me? ”

"Coconut rum, my pipe?!" Hearing Wen Wen say this, the old salted fish in front of him suddenly changed to another cheap expression, "Hehehehe...... I was joking with you just now, how could I really do anything to you, it's just a joke, so...... Have you ever brought two bottles of wine with you in your bag? Where's my pipe? I desperately need these two holy props to save my fallen soul......"

"You know how to smoke and drink!" Gently, he took out a bottle of rum and the pipe he had picked up earlier from his bag, threw it directly to the admiral not far away, and then said angrily, "If you like to perm your hair again...... Now you can live together, smoking, drinking, and burning your head. ”

"Perm your hair? What is that. ”

After taking the rum bottle that was gently thrown over, the dignified admiral was as happy as a monkey, ah...... Child, without saying a word, he broke the lid of the wine bottle, looked up and poured a large mouthful of rum into it, and after a few dull "coo" sounds, Uncle Cuenca's face suddenly appeared with a fluttering and comfortable expression.

"Quack————!!! It's the perfect treat in the world, a refreshing bottle of rum after the big war! My God, mildness, you know? You literally saved my fallen soul! ”

"I wish you were dead and depraved." He pouted gently, "Drink less, there is still a fight to fight in the back!" ”