A Pirate's Counting Life

"Hoo ho ho... I want to catch up with you, Mr. Corgi, but you're 100 years too early!"

Corgi stopped, held his knees and looked back, then spat to the side with a proud expression on his face.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, causing his clothes to flutter. Before he could curse, he saw a very familiar figure. He swallowed back the curse words he wanted to say.

"Big...big...big...sir, please spare my life!"

Mark's eyes twitched when he saw Corgi bowing to him. Before Mark could say anything, Corgi knelt and moved toward him, holding Mark's calf and crying.

"Master Navy, please forgive me. I have suffered a lot since I was a child. My father was in debt and was sold as a slave. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to my sister. I went to sea just to find my father."

Mark raised his eyebrows and kicked Corgi to the ground. He leaned close to him and roared, "You fucking show off my IQ? Where did you come from when your mother died giving birth to your sister in childbirth?"

After saying that, he was ready to trample the opponent to death. A trace of annoyance flashed in Corgi's eyes. The next moment, Corgi waved his left hand and threw out a handful of white powder.

Taking advantage of the moment when Mark turned his head to dodge, Corgi pulled out two daggers from his waist, stabbed Mark hard in the calf, and then laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha! My dagger is coated with a poison that will seal your throat when it sees blood. Remember not to talk too much in your next life! People will die! Hahahaha... quack..."

The smile on Corgi's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at the dark-faced Mark and said weakly, "Sir, would you believe it if I said that I was performing an impromptu performance for you just now?"

"of course not!"

Mark used his armed color to harden his left foot and kicked Corgi's head hard, with a crisp "click" sound.

Corgi's face was instantly covered with blood, and he flew five meters away. Just as Mark was about to turn back to the town, a strong murderous intent erupted from the direction where Corgi landed.

Mark was slightly stunned. The kick he just made without general level strength would definitely kill him. The next second, a black figure quickly rushed towards him.

The scimitar in his hand was like a crescent moon, flashing a bright light in the air and slashing hard on Mark's calf.

"Damn it!"

Now Corgi seems to have only the desire to kill. He keeps moving quickly around Mark, and the scimitar in his hand slashes Mark's calf crazily.

Mark crossed his arms and hardened his legs. He wanted to see what the other person's second personality could achieve.

When the murderous intention broke out, the opponent only had the strength of a brigadier general. Now it has been upgraded to the strength of an ordinary major general. As Corgi's anger grows, his destructive power finally reaches the level of an elite major general.

Feeling that the strength in his legs was no longer increasing, Mark bent down boringly and grabbed the fast-moving Corgi, pinched his neck and lifted him into the air and whispered

"Remember not to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger in your next life. If you pretend to be a pig for a long time, you will really become a pig."

Mark broke the opponent's neck with force and then cut the opponent into four pieces with the blood cherry. He wiped the blood stains on Corgi's clothes and put the blood cherry into the scabbard.

Walking in the direction from where they came, as soon as they entered the town, they saw Shirley, who was making skewers. Mark came to her and was about to reach out to get a skewer, but Shirley slapped him away.

Mark touched his slightly red palm and said softly, "Stingy!"

Ophelia walked up to Mark with a group of sailors, like a female general returning from victory.

Two standard long knives full of gaps were held upside down in her hands. Mark smiled at the other party and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It is the duty of subordinates to share the worries of the Lord."

Shirley knelt down on one knee and saluted Mark. Mark was startled and quickly turned sideways to avoid the salute.

"Get up quickly, you don't have to do this again"

Mark reached out to help Shirley up and said helplessly.Shirley looked at Mark carefully and found that he didn't look like he was nodding seriously after being polite.

"As you command! Lord"

"Don't call me Lord anymore, just call me by my name."

"Okay Lord, no problem Lord"

"..."

"Okay! Okay! It's up to you, as long as you're happy."

Mark reluctantly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. At this moment, Shirley came between the two of them holding a skewer of meat.

Just when Mark thought that Shirley had changed her mind and wanted to invite him to have barbecue together, Shirley took Ophelia's hand and took her to the barbecue stall.

"I don't like meat, so you should eat it."

"Come on, just have a taste! Just one bite"

Regardless of Ophelia's resistance, Shirley put a skewer of meat in her hand. Shirley laughed happily after seeing Ophelia swallow a piece of meat.

“In the end, one person carried it all.”

Mark felt a little aggrieved. Sure enough, a foodie doesn't need a boyfriend. His boyfriend would only fight for meat with him. Just when Mark thought he had paid by mistake.

Shirley said softly, "Liya, if you eat a piece of my barbecue, do you want to treat me to a big meal?"

"WTF!!"

Mark was shocked by Shirley's gangster logic. How could he corrupt a big meal with a bite of barbecue? Is there any royal law? Is there any law?

The smile on Ophelia's face was a little stiff, she slowly put down the barbecue in her hand, and said with some uncertainty, "Pastry?"

"Anything is fine! I'm not picky about food."

Shirley waved her hand indifferently, then pointed to the meat skewers in front of Ophelia and asked, "Do you still want to eat this?"

"No...I won't eat it."

Ophelia showed an awkward smile at the corner of her mouth, waved her hand towards Shirley, and said in her heart, good guy, if she continues to eat this, she is a little afraid that she will inexplicably become Shirley's cooking machine, and she will become a cooking machine every day. Cooking for each other at night

Shirley happily ate the last piece of meat, slurped the seasoning on her fingers, and waved to Mark.

"I'll leave those to you."

Shirley pointed to the bamboo sticks on the table, pulled Shirley and walked towards the warship, as if she wanted to change places to continue eating.

"What do you mean? Let me eat bamboo sticks? Is this really good?"

Just when Mark was questioning whether he had chosen the wrong girlfriend, his boss asked weakly.

"My Lord Navy, you probably don't want to eat Overlord Meal..."

"I'm going all over the world just because of my trust! I never do such unethical things as eating Overlord's meals. Just tell me the price and I'll lose!"

Mark crossed his arms and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The boss slowly stretched out two fingers and said softly, "2000 million?"

"What the hell? What you're selling is dragon meat! Why don't you go and rob me if you charge me 2000 million!"

"You asked me to tell you the number."

"Aren't you bullying honest people?"

Mark looked at the thin boss in front of him in shock, as if he wanted to see through the body to see if the other person's heart was colorfully black.

"An official as big as you shouldn't be able to keep his word, right?"

The boss showed a look of shock and a bit of contempt, as if he said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mark sighed helplessly and said softly, "Okay, okay, I'll give it to you."

After saying that, Mark took something into his arms. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he said with some confusion, "Why did that cow fly into the sky?"

"where?"

The boss followed Mark's gaze curiously and looked into the distance. As a result, after looking around, he didn't see any flying cows. He was about to ask Mark about it, but when he turned around, he found that the other person had disappeared.

"Niang Xipi's! Someone is here! Someone is eating the King's meal!"

Hearing the pitiful cry of his boss, Mark subconsciously quickened his pace. After returning to the warship, he asked the navigator on the side.

"Is everything here?"

"Report to the colonel, everyone is here"

Mark nodded and said anxiously, "Quick, quick, quick! Set sail quickly."

"Um...what happened? Sir?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I want to go to sea quickly to seek justice! Can't you!"

When the navigator saw that Mark was angry, he didn't ask any questions. He quickly began to direct the sailors to put away the anchor and slowly move out of the port.

"Come back! You bastard!"

The owner of the barbecue restaurant came to the port and cursed at the warship going away. The navigator looked up at the port and said to Mark who was aside.

"Sir, he seems to be calling us to go back! What are you talking about, bastard? What's going on?"

"What bastard? Are you hallucinating? They are obviously thanking us for saving this place!"

Mark looked like I don't understand what you are saying anymore, pushed the navigator away and returned to his lounge.

"Did I hear wrongly?"

The navigator was stunned by Mark. He shook his head and came to the helmsman to guide him in the direction.