MTL - The World of the Pirate Consort-Chapter 162

She frowned, and from the East China Sea to the Jade Lake via the Jiangdong Waterway, she had sent Beidou and Nanxing to visit. However, she did not visit in person, so she did not recognize the person. However, when he came, the man promised very easily and never expected, but now they have blocked their circuit here.

Zi Mi stepped out of the cabin and asked aloud, "He Gongzi, we just borrowed the way, and also asked He Gongzi to make it convenient."

"You have robbed the son of Xuan Yuan from Xuan Yuan Mansion, so you can't ignore it anymore. If you want to pass here, please leave the son of Xuan Yuan." He Zhibei shouted loudly, showing that this person's martial arts are not weak.

"He eats the Imperial Court, and he will naturally intercept you. A battle is inevitable. However, to win you, it is not necessarily!" Feng Mian took the medicine and recovered, and said leisurely behind him. He struck a black-colored robe, tied with a brocade of the same color, and without a jade pin on his hair, but tied a hairband, fluttering in the wind, fresh and clean.

He quietly listened to Feng Mian's words, and condensed and asked, "Who is He Zhibei?" The clear black eyes, the needles of the eyes hiding in Mian Li, saw Feng Mian's heart stagnate.

Wu Fengmian smiled and didn't answer directly, long time said faintly: "Why the Dragon Girl must ask, this is easy to guess! Otherwise, how can Ouyang beg's merchant ship go to sea smoothly?"

Sure enough, no smoke at night. Since He Zhibei stopped himself here, it seems that Yewuyan didn't want to take Fengmian away by himself. There was a tick on the corner of his lips, and a cold smile appeared on Jade's face.

She gave an order, and the Beidou Nanxing ship and several pirate ships coming together stood with He Zhibei's ship. In the midst of the blast, Seir sat in the cabin.

Wu Fengmian seemed to see through his thoughts, and said with an eyebrow: "This is just a show, He Zhibei ..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the boats in front of him wandering, crowding the Yuhu waterway. As soon as the ship appeared, it joined the war group.

"Miss, those people are here to help us." Zi Mining brows. She didn't know that Miss had other reinforcements.

I was a little surprised, and no one expected to help them. Those 30,000 secret soldiers, she will not use it until the last minute. Therefore, it is really impossible to guess who will help. She opened the blue window and stared out, vaguely seeing a red woman on one of the ships.

The Jain woman was very feminine. She hit the red skirt, hunted and flew in the wind, and was particularly dazzling in the battle group. The woman used a left-handed sword, and her right finger broke four.

He confided that it was Mo Xunhuan's maid, Masako.

I say this, the person who saves oneself is Mo Xunhuan. It's been a long time since they separated after the naval battle.

The first two times I met were at the banquet, and I glanced at it from a distance. It was not convenient to speak. But not wanting to be in a critical moment, Mo Xunhuan even sent someone to rescue her. Yuhu, after all, is the territory of South Vietnam, so he had to cover up to save people. The crew were all wearing masks.

The ship that Mo Moxuan sent to reinforce quickly defeated He Zhibei's fleet, escorted Selse, out of Yuhu, along the Jiangdong waterway, all the way to the East China Sea. Along the way, I never encountered any blocked ships, but I did not see Mo Xunhuan.

I reached the entrance of the East China Sea, and it was almost dusk, and there was a snoring sound from the cabin, which was faintly listening, Nana, sound of nature.

With a twitch on his lips, he walked slowly out of the cabin.

On my face, there was a light boat with a faint figure sitting on the bow.

Sure enough, it was Mo Xunhuan. Unlike the Jinyi Huafu that I saw at the banquet two times before, it was still a half-old shirt. It was probably because of repeated washing that his shirt was slightly off-white, but the color Don't have a gentle, like the gray sky before dawn.

Seeing Seir out, his beautiful and magnificent eyes were bright, and the corners of his lips evoked a beautiful smile.

"Sir!" He whispered, still the calm voice, which sounded cold and extremely indifferent.

手指 His fingers did not rest, still strumming the strings, a melodious and soothing music slowly flowing on the sea.

The puppet is still the half-old puppet of the past, the puppet that was almost smashed by the princes who bullied him, and the puppet that he almost sold in exchange for silver.

He stood sternly at the bow of the ship, his ears were full of Mo Xunhuan's music, and he seemed to return to the original. Gambling houses are helping, East Street is staying overnight, and naval battles are side by side ... Every scene comes to mind.

The music sounded at last, and the sea was quiet, except that the sun settled slowly on the sea level.

"Sir, how good are these years?" Mo Xunhuan held the strings, and the ending gradually dissipated in the wind, he asked lowly. The tone this time is no longer indifferent, full of deep concern.

How good are these years? How is she She is too bad. Of course, in the face of Mo Xunhuan, she said nothing, no matter how miserable she was, how could she bear the pain of his country's ruin and the shame of being bullied by some vulgar princes of that day?

So, Su Se just smiled softly, Man said: "I'm fine! How about you?"

He Mo Xunhuan lowered his head, and his clear black eyes flashed. He waved his wide sleeves and whispered, "Actually, I'm not doing well!"

She was silent, in fact, she thought that Mo Xunhuan would be like her, saying that he had a good life. Because, after all, he didn't look like the kind of person who would share the pain with others.

"The reason is not good, because I have been missing someone all these years." He whispered, the setting sun reflected his pure clothes with a hint of red, and it looked magnificent like the sky and the clouds, a pair of handsome eyes. The light was a little blurred, star-like, but full of warm tenderness, just staring at her like that.

He was stunned by his mind, so Mo Xunhuan was a little overwhelmed by her. Obviously, the person in that sentence was referring to her, otherwise he would not tell her affectionately. However, she is no longer a young girl who has just begun to fall in love. She has been broken by her love, and her heart has stopped. Therefore, in the face of Mo Xunhuan's bright eyes, Seorui just raised his brow lightly.

"Oh, how lucky that person is!" She said indifferently.

"Don't you ask me to sit on the boat?" Mo Xun Huan glanced a little sadly, he smiled lightly.

He smiled slightly and said, "Let's get on the boat!"

Xi Mo Xunhuan surrendered his hand to Masako, with his toes on the side of the ship a little, and the whole man leapt towards the surging bow of the wind. The dark hair spread out in the wind, and the wide robe fluttered and fluttered, and there was a bright flowery faint smile on the lips.

That face is so clear!

That smile is so charming again!

This flash of glory is fascinating. If he was born as a woman, it would be a disaster for the country!

He thought arrogantly standing at the bow of the ship.

At that time, she thought that Mo Xunhuan had no martial arts. Later, it turned out that he was actually the first warrior in Yimai Kingdom, and the jutsu was superb. People are always disfiguring. Therefore, at this moment, there is a hint of vigilance against Mo Xunhuan, who is hidden. Although she didn't doubt him in her mind.

"Little prince, no, now I should call you King, right?" Seorlessly looking at Mo Xunhuan, a pair of clear eyes seemed to laugh and smile, "Thank you Wang Shangshi for help."

Tong Moxunhuan's eyes were fixed, his eyes were faint, as if the light was faintly swaying, the corners of his lips evoked a charming arc, and a faint smile came out.

"Sir, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have learned to be polite. If you have to thank this, then you helped me defeat Ximen Tower and help me regain my country, but how do you want me to thank you?" He said quietly, his eyes were clear and bright, "Is he like him?"

Suddenly he heard the words, and suddenly hesitated.

In my memory, Mo Xunhuan didn't look like this.

似乎 He always seems to be light and light, calm and indifferent. In short, no matter what happens, no matter to whom, it is light, and there are not many words. Because, no matter what, in his opinion, it is not as shocking as the fall of his country. But now he made such a joke in front of her.

In fact, Seorui rejoiced for him, and he finally came out of that painful shadow.

He frowned tentatively, seeming to be thinking, the serious look looked particularly moving.

"Well, if you have a good idea, let's make a promise with your body! However, since you have to make a promise with your body, you have to marry to Shuilong Island to be my inferior man." Seser said seriously, saying, himself Can't help but laugh first.

"Okay!" Mo Xunhuan responded without thinking, a pair of black eyes must lock his face, his face was solemn, and he couldn't see a joke.

He smiled, and said, "You haven't seen me for a long time, and you have learned to be kidding."

Xi Moxun Huan's long eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a glimmer of dimness in his eyes.

"Are you going back to Yimai Country?" Seser asked softly.

Mo Moxun asked, "How about you, going back to the East China Sea?"

He smiled calmly and said, "It's not decided yet! Why, Shang Wang will go back with me?"

Mo Xun's eyes glanced deep, and a calm and elegant smile evoked the corners of his lips: "What's wrong, Mo Zheng has this intention!"

He smirked and smiled. If the two eyes were clear and beautiful, they were beautiful and beautiful. "I still have something. If I don't go back to the East China Sea today, I'm afraid we can't go the same way, but they will go back with Xuan Yuan."

He turned back and pointed to the Beidou South Star Road.

Mo Xunhuan's eyelashes blinked, and there was a complicated and incomprehensible light flashing in his black eyes. The corner of his lips was slightly hooked, with a hint of regret, and said lightly, "Oh, you still have something, can Mo help you? "

He shook his head and said, "I can do my own thing. Thank you!"