Yin Hong

No matter what effort you put into this guy, it's a waste of time—Yarvin thinks it's not too much to say, because Sancer did not cause any trouble to the fleet except for his nonsense and strange behavior.

"It's time for you to go down." He said to Sancel, who was sitting on the chair in a normal manner, "We will be docked in ten minutes."

Sancerre still had the messy look of a few days ago, with tangled weed-like hair scattered on his face, covering most of his face completely, his clothes were as broken as before, naked ·The skin exposed in the crevice of the fabric opening is covered with dirt, and the weird smile on the face remains unchanged.Facing the two soles of the shoes that had almost lost their effect after rubbing, he said in a sticky tone: "Can't you really send me to the execution platform?"

"Of course I can, but I'm not happy." Yawen held a pocket watch in his hand, and from time to time looked at the scenery outside as the ship swayed, as if floating on the sea, "I will start to get busy when I go ashore. If you really want to go, just rely on your own feet to walk there, and I can draw a road map for you before getting off the boat."

Sancer raised his eyelids, and half-opened his eyes to scan Alvin's calm face.That is a standard handsome appearance of a wealthy family in the west. Only in an extremely fine and comfortable environment can such a dignified person be raised.Those children from poor families, even if they have beautiful capital, will be slowly robbed of their due brilliance by cruel and unchangeable fate.

For some reason, Yawen suddenly closed the nautical notebook he was flipping through. Holding the book in his right hand, he pressed a corner of the book against Sancerre's forehead, forcing him to look up, "Look well. Just look at you."

"What do I look like?" Sancer struggled to squint his eyes downward, trying to see Yawen's expression clearly, "A ball of seaweed?"

"Good memory." Yawen withdrew the strength in his hand and put the notebook back on the table, "Since you came to our ship a few days ago, you have always had this terrible virtue, and your body smells very bad. I guess even if you Go to the gallows, and those highly educated judges are not willing to get close to you."

"I've been on the boat before, should I jump into the sea to wash?" Sancer retorted in a low voice, "It looks like a wrinkled frog."

"The existence of frogs is good for getting rid of pests. With your stubble-filled face, don't insult other animals." Yawen almost sarcastically said the last few days to him, and he I am never tired of this matter, and almost regard this uninvited guest as a perfect pastime, "Before you leave the ship, there is one thing I want to ask: When you boarded the ship before, why did your fellow pirates Didn't stop you from coming alone?"

"Because I'm the leader, they have to obey my orders." Sancel craned his neck and looked up at him. "I won't allow them to follow, so they can't follow."

"That is to say, no matter who is on this ship, your purpose is the same?" Seeing him nodding, Yawen smiled, "What a persistent desire."

"Life is so boring, and if I don't have some fun, I'm going to break my own throat one day," Sancer said, placing his hands on his neck. "It's like, 'click'."

"So in order not to be accused of cowardice for suicide, you decided to let someone else break your neck for you?" Yawen stretched out his hand and drew it around his neck twice. "That rope is indeed much simpler."

"I'm not going to die." Sancerre snapped his fingers like a child, "I've said it three or four times, Alvin." He pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes became moist instantly, "You don't pay any attention to what I say."

"How did you do it?" Yawen looked at his expression that changed in an instant, and pointed to his eyes curiously, "I mean, how did your tears overflow in an instant? of?"

"I'm really sad." Sancel sobbed and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "That's why there are tears."

Yawen endured a smile and walked over. As soon as he bent down, his collar was pulled by a force of gravity, and his whole body fell forward. Then he was hit hard by this strange force and fell to the ground, and his throat was also crushed to death. Resist, even breathing is a little difficult.

Yawen looked at him with some surprise. Sancerre's hair was falling loosely, and it felt a little itchy when it rubbed against his face. You could tell he was in high spirits.Thanks to this angle, Yawen finally saw the shape of Sancerre's eyebrows clearly. The thick and straight brow peaks towered above the brow bone, reflecting his bright eyes. Looking at it this way, his facial features are indeed very beautiful. , as handsome as the royal knights in those exquisite oil paintings.The only flaw was the stench coming from his body, which pierced the perfect halo in an instant, and Yawen frowned almost uncontrollably.

"Does it really smell bad?" Sancel leaned on him, raised his free hand to smell it, then turned his head and stuck out his tongue, "It's disgusting."

"You still have some self-knowledge." Yawen also tilted his head, trying to avoid the smell that hit his face, and then stretched out his hand to push him away, "Get up."

"That can't be done." Sancer increased the strength in his hands again, and then pressed his body tightly against Yawen's chest. The two looked as if they were hugging on the floor together. He stretched out his hand He pulled out his own dagger that had been hanging on Yawen's waist before, and then rubbed his chin on his collar a few times, "It already smells so bad anyway, so how about a little more smell?"

"If you don't let go, the consequences will be out of my control." Although he spoke in such an elusive tone, Yawen still had a faint smile on his face, looking extremely gentle , as if he didn't care even if Sancerre wanted to do something more extreme now, he even stretched out his hand and patted Sancerre's back lightly, like an old friend he had known for a long time.

But Sancer reacted very quickly. When he heard that Yawen's tone was wrong, he suddenly pulled out the dagger in his hand. After avoiding Yawen's sudden fist, he also placed it on the collarbone below his neckline. A cut, like a dragonfly skimming across the water, left a gash on his skin that slowly oozes blood.

Yawen's brows were furrowed even tighter, but he stopped and watched Sancerre's movements coldly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Sancer lowered his head, covered the wound with his lips and sucked hard.

Yawen suddenly laughed, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "How does it taste?"

"Great." Sancer raised his head and licked his lips. His eyes were no longer perverted, but an unbelievably deep color. He got up from Yawen, and then quickly rushed out the door.

Yawen supported the ground with both hands and elbows, straightened his body and at the same time stretched out his legs and swept Sancerre's right ankle hard.Sancer turned around almost instantly, narrowly avoiding the kick, but before he could escape in time, he was pushed face down to the ground by Yawen.

Yawen was even more extreme than he was just now. After clasping his hands behind his back, he raised his knees and smashed him hard on the back.

Sancer took a sharp breath, struggled a few times, grinned in pain, could only barely lift his legs, and didn't dare to continue doing other movements.

"What about now?" Yawen leaned over and asked in his ear, "How does it feel?"

"You are so fierce." Sancer's lips twitched twice, but they evoked a joyful arc, he laughed, "Yawen, you are so fierce."

"Because you seem to be particularly fond of this painful feeling." Yawen pressed his folded arms with one hand and his head with the other, with one knee pressed hard against his spine, and the other leg Standing on the ground and exerting strength, "I guessed that you couldn't bear it for long, but I didn't expect you to show your tail now that you are about to touch the shore."

"I just want to give you a special farewell gift." Sancer tried to tilt his head under the control of his palm, his eyes became aggrieved again, "It's nothing else."

"So I have to thank you?" Yawen glanced at his right hand that was still holding the dagger tightly, "What are you going to do after running out the door?"

"You don't take me there, and you don't allow me to disembark, of course I have to go by myself." Sancer twisted his body a few more times, "Aren't you going to throw me overboard later, Yawen?"

"I throw you down, it's two different things from jumping off yourself after you escaped." Yawen increased the strength on his knees, retracted the hand that was pressing Sancerre's head, and lightly touched his collarbone "It seems that you didn't listen to a single word I told you."

"Which words? The ones that throw me in some ridiculous town and let a group of people take my turn?"

"Yo, so you still remember." Yawen laughed, "Do you think I'm joking?"

Sancer seemed to have really thought about it very seriously before shaking his head slightly, "Of course not."

Yawen squinted his eyes and was about to speak, but he didn't expect that Sancel seized the gap, endured the pain on his back, and suddenly bounced his body, and waved the hand holding the dagger, Yawen subconsciously Dodging backwards, that is, at this time, he completely lost control of him.

Sancerre ran all the way from the cabin to the deck. When Yawen chased him out, he was standing on the railing of the ship's side, kicked over a sailor rushing past, then flicked his sleeves a few times, and waved at Yawen. He waved his hand, "There will be a period later, Yawen."

"It's a good idea." Yawen sneered, then rushed forward suddenly, stepped on the side of the boat, and kicked Sancerre hard in the stomach when he jumped down.

The pirate curled up in surprise and pain, turned around in mid-air, and fell heavily into the sea.

Yawen stood on the side of the boat with one foot hooked on the railing to keep his balance. After silently watching Sancel emerge from the sea not far away, Yawen jumped off the side of the boat with a sigh and kicked the kicked man away. The sailor who reached his chin helped him up, patted his back, and breathed for him, "Are you all right?"

"No, ahem...it's okay."

Yawen looked at the bloody bruise on the crew member's chin, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he asked him to go to the ship's doctor himself, and at the same time dismissed some other crew members who wanted to ask questions.

He walked to the side of the ship, but his mood was not as bad as he imagined. He squinted his eyes and followed the figure that seemed so small against the vast sea. He simply smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago, Jumping off and being thrown by me are two different things - see you later, pirate."

☆、Chapter 006