The heartthrob of the pirate world

Chapter 146 Canaan, Mother of Isis
"You have the ability, say it again!" The female voice opposite the chat software gritted her teeth, furiously attacking Isis.

Isis noticed that he was not on the phone too much, and pressed the voice button to reply directly: "Aren't you going to listen to it again?"

Then he turned his gaze to the counter at the main table, the pure white woman who seemed to be his mother.Isis looked at Anna and Ariza, and finally looked at the psychic Mills who was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth and gradually convulsing.

Canaan, with dark gray and dignified long hair, was highlighted with touches of color. He opened his eyes and looked at the crowd. His light golden pupils were as sharp as eagles and filled with a sense of oppression.

She was dressed in a white close-fitting dress, and she wore a crimson cloak between her arms, which was in a mess, as if it was patchwork and woven from the tail feathers of birds.

"Long time no see. Ariza, Anna."

After a short period of confusion, incomplete memories emerged from his mind, Canaan smiled, greeted the two familiar people in front of him, and teased them: "Mr. Bai Nen over there, you sent me to honor the sir Is it mine?"

Ariza and Anna looked at each other, and they didn't know how to speak.

The Canaan man in front of him was in his early twenties, and he was not the calm and elegant commander they were familiar with.
"Sir, I didn't give it to you to enjoy. Ms. Canaan, have you forgotten your care before your death?"

Anna was so shocked that she was dumbfounded, and quickly opened her mouth to declare the identity of Isis, to prevent the young Canaan from really directly taking advantage of her son.

After marriage, Canaan has a relatively calm personality, but she was not a lady when she was young. As a nobleman of Ghana Karot, although she would not say that she did any absurd things that insulted her family, she bullied men and women. Can not do less.

"This. Mine?"

Canaan pointed at Isis with a suspicious expression on his face. He got up and dragged the cloak that extended to his ankles. His feet, which had been hidden under the table, were exposed. They were still pure white stockings and high-heeled shoes, but there were Gold feathery swirls are embellished with texture.

This kind of white silk will not make her legs appear fat. Isis's mother is obviously proficient in dressing up.

Canaan got up from the chair, and Isis finally knew who he inherited from for being so short and weak.

Taking the building in the house as a reference, the mother in this life is at least two meters tall
"I seem to have an egg"

Canaan clasped his arms around his chest and looked around Isis, not sure if he was related to him by blood: "My memory is very confused now. I can't make out."

Looking at the person in front of him who seemed to be his mother in this life, Isis stretched out his hand to hold her arm, squeezed it, and asked rather strangely: "Didn't it mean that the undead who can only channel the ghosts of the underworld reappear in the world? How can there be?" Flesh?"

When the undead from Canaan approached him and looked at his face, Isis could clearly feel her breath and a strange fragrance. Now that he could feel her body temperature, isn't that weird?
Mills has passed out completely, and his body is still twitching uncomfortably.

No one has come to explain this strange phenomenon.

"You are quite brave"

The left hand was held by Isis, and Canaan jokingly said: "I believe a little bit now that you and I should really have a blood relationship."

"Miss Canaan. My own, my own." Ariza stood aside, looking at the familiar but slightly immature face, recalling the previous training time.

But seeing the weird atmosphere between the mother and son, she opened her mouth to remind Miss Canaan that Isis is her own. Don't apply Janna's customs to her own son.

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Because the mouth was still foaming at the scene, and everyone did not chat for too long in the house of the psychic, Isis ordered the accompanying doctor in the navy to show Mills if he could move freely, and if he could, he would be sent directly to the hospital. After first aid, send him to the hospital.

"I can't believe it's been so long."

On the way back to the warship, Canaan took the initiative to ask Anna and Arisa what happened after his death, and gradually realized that Isis should be his own son.

Seeing his handsome son, Canaan didn't feel self-conscious about being a mother, so he teased Isis: "It's great! As expected of my child. The appearance and physique are the style I like. Why do you have a girlfriend yet? "

She is also quite proud, putting her hand on Isis' shoulder.

"Whether you want to kick me from the clock tower or try to kick me from the empty island is meaningless"

Isis stretched out her black wings on the right side, and naturally shook them to show Canaan, beckoning her to save herself, and the tradition of Jana Karot could not be eaten by her side.

"Kick? Why kick?"

Canaan looked at Isis, a group of women with different styles and appearances, as well as female sailors wearing navy uniforms and holding strange weapons, and some boy sailors: "Mother, I am proud of you!"

Canaan was very happy that Isis was born in the south and was better than the south. Canaan was so charming that the crowd around him did not fight.
As expected of me!

"I always feel that Isis's mother is not a serious person"

Looking at the swaying figure, every step can affect the bright-colored cloak to sway from side to side, like a peacock Canaan, Kamina whispered to Reed next to her.

Canaan gave her a sense of disobedience, just like seeing a small horse-drawn cart, it felt very weird.

"I think it's quite fashionable." Reed also responded in a low voice: "She's just not old enough to hold back this set of mature women's clothes. Everything else is great, and don't you think she has a lot of temperament?"

"A calm, intellectual and beautiful temperament, Queen Isis is great."

Although Canaan does not have a witch fruit, she walks on the street like the center of the stage.

As long as you see it, even if you glance at it from the corner of your eye, you can't help but stop your hands and turn to look at her.

It may be the clothing with strong visual conflict, or it may be her own unique hair color and appearance.

Isis feels subtle about it
For some unknown reason, Canaan who suddenly gained a flesh and blood body, that is, the mother in this life, is actually not a few years older than her. If you count his age in the previous life
Isis is estimated to be bigger than her own mother in this life.

Being hooked shoulder to shoulder by his mother who was almost the same age, Isis felt extremely complicated.

The development of the matter was completely beyond his expectations. How did the promised psychic undead reincarnate my familiar mother?
It's fine to transfer it out, Mills, you must at least give me a copy of the manual, right?
Unable to bear the envious eyes of other passers-by, Isis spread his black wings and left Canaan, saying, "I'll go back to Black Friday to contact the proprietress and ask her to prepare the materials for enchanting weapons for me. I'll go first."

With the two pairs of black wings fully unfolded, Isis jumped into the sky and glides towards the port at high speed.

"Are you afraid that your mother will leave in such a hurry when she sees the tissue beside the bed?"

Canaan clasped his hands on his chest again, and looked at Anna with a teasing face: "You really don't understand style, Isis is so good, you don't even know how to sneak a taste of something salty."

Anna: ".Try to try."

(End of this chapter)