Pirate Forest

"Actually, I mean, maybe he may have misunderstood his parents?" Tata looked at Bob who fell to the ground and fainted, and said quietly.

Miguel, who was loading bullets in his gun, lowered his head. Hearing Tarta's words, he said, "Then what do you think the truth is?"

Tarta lowered his head and stared at his dirty shoes. If he was still in the happy town, he would definitely be scolded by his mother. He had never had time to sort out his clothes and shoes like this.

"I don't know what the reason is. After all, I can't see what happened in the past. I'm just guessing whether this is possible." He put forward a hypothesis uncertainly.

"I have heard from uncles who go out fishing that the sea breeze is very strong and cold. They always have to go out very early. If someone falls asleep from exhaustion in such an environment and does not take precautions against the wind, will he be blown into pieces? Facial paralysis?"

Mikhail was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at him. Tarta felt a little uneasy at being stared at, and scratched his head.

"What about his mother?"

"I haven't heard him mention any other relatives. Before he was born, there were probably only two of his parents. In such an environment, he would definitely try his best to get more income." The implication is that his mother had no choice but to go fishing together in order to make a living. .

"Since the mother gradually separated from the heavy labor after she became pregnant, Bob gave birth to several children. He said that they were all thrown into the sea, but is it possible that the root of the disease caused by giving birth to him caused all the children to be ill? Died in infancy."

"For the old fishermen, maybe burial at sea is a reflection of their grief, and the so-called liking of girls is also a feeling of deep guilt when they see Bob's solitary figure behind them, right?"

"Bob always sees why his parents can't smile at him without asking why they can't smile"

"In the end, Bob's natural malice finally defeated the conscience that was always suppressing his heart. Maybe this is a tragedy."

This way of interpretation may be a tragedy for everyone in the end, but it also pushes Bob to be a born evil person.

"Maybe he made everything up, and all the characters were killed by him for no reason, including the five younger brothers, but no matter what, we have no way of knowing the truth." Mikel looked at Bob indifferently. It seems like just pure malice

"No, he is not necessarily a villain. It could also be someone else who did it. It's just that he has always felt guilty and that's why he put himself into it. Since he is willing to practice makeup skills for the sake of his parents and is almost crazy, we should all admire his persistence. ." Tata didn't want to slander a persistent person, but he didn't like a villain who might have killed his parents. All kinds of complicated emotions made it difficult for him to draw conclusions lightly.

"But he still doesn't admit that he is a girl." Mikil's words stunned Tarta.

"Could it be that"

"Well, he doesn't have that in his lower body, but his body muscles are the standard of a man, so he thinks he should be a girl. 35xs" Mikel nodded. He should have done the surgery himself, such as self-uterinement. Very few people can do it.

Until the last moment, Mikel thought Bob was a woman, and Tarta asked him why.

"If a person can reach this point, do we still need to ask him about his gender?"

"Does such a person exist?" Tata was a little afraid of such crazy people. They were even crazier and more ferocious than pirates. There was no reason.

"There are a lot of people like this in the ocean!" Mikel thought of Morgan, Vic, and Dennis. There seemed to be a lot of people like this in the world.

His father once said to him, "There are many lunatics on the sea, especially pirates."

"Isn't this the kind of person we want to go to sea to become?" Mikel turned around and only knew that he was on the ground, stretched out a hand and raised his thumb.

"Leave it to you." Before Tatada could react, there was another snoring sound.

Looking at Mikel, then at Morgan, he scanned everyone on the field. They all have goals to go to sea, right?

"Why did I go to sea?"

………………

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

The sounds of swords and swords clashing among the walls of the ruins were heard one after another, and vibrations were heard one after another in the invisible air, coming and going in the shadows without knowing where to go.

A drop of blood fell down, and Shijin's figure appeared beside the broken wall. There were several blood marks on one arm. He looked around with a solemn expression.

He had never believed that someone could disappear before, but just now this scene appeared in front of him, and his whole body hidden in the darkness seemed to disappear.

Be careful of sudden attacks at all times. A sharp dagger can easily break his arm, and the slightest relaxation will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

Swish!

Suddenly Conrad's figure appeared on the left side of Shijin, and a dagger went straight to his chest. Shijin instinctively took a step back, pulled away a distance, and raised the sword in his hand to try to cut his neck, but Kang Ladd's figure blurred and disappeared again.

There was no sound in the air, not even the sound of breathing. The pebbles on the ground were not moved at all, and Conrad could not be found at all. If Shijin hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been told to be here.

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his eyes rolled back and forth, and he leaned against the wall to prevent Conrad from sneaking up on him from behind, trying to stay calm.

His ears moved, but there was no sound around him. It seemed that this was just Shijin's battle alone.

"I am an assassin."

Recalling what Conrad said to him in his mind, is this really what he said?

Am I a swordsman?

In this case, how can you keep shrinking?

Swish!

An afterimage appeared next to Shijin. With one arrow step, he dashed forward to avoid Conrad. The tip of his sword drew a horizontal line on the ground. When he turned around, tiny stones shot out.

"Cough!"

He was hit, and Conrad, who was less than three steps away from Shijin, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his arm and glanced at Shijin with a half-smile.

"Not bad!"

"You are strong."

Shi Jin admired sincerely.

"But is it useful? It's just a desperate struggle."

He was not anxious at all, and even chatted with Shi Jin, as confident as if he had a chance to win.

"Is it poisonous?"

Feeling that his arm was beginning to feel numb, as if it was rusty, and the wound was gradually rotting, and the blood and flesh had turned black. Shijin used the blade of his sword to pick out a piece of meat without thinking, and dug out most of the arm's flesh, revealing the dense white bones. .

"So decisive!"

He still stood there calmly and even praised Shijin, as if he had some back-up plan.

Shijin ignored him this time, raised the sword in his hand, pointed the blade at his forehead, and stabbed straight at him with long strides, approaching with a solid and heavy feeling.

"How could I, an assassin, face you and say goodbye to a swordsman?" Shijin could only see a smiling face. Only three steps away, he only stirred up the air and didn't even leave a single hair behind.

Swish!

A ray of white light tore open Shijin's back in an instant, and a large piece of white flesh was opened at once, and a large pool of blood spurted out. Shijin's eyes shrank, and he endured the pain, turned over and slashed Conrad on the brow, and his eyes. Leave a scar.

Boom!

His body also fell heavily to the ground, and the sand and hard stones suddenly stuck to Shijin's cracked flesh, causing Shijin to grin in pain.

"ah--!!!"

Holding his injured eye, bright red blood oozed from the seam of his hand. Conrad suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so he took out a spoon from his trouser pocket, pointed it at his eyeball, and dug it out.

There was a full eyeball on the silver-white spoon, and he was looking at himself steadily. Conrad smiled wildly and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it up and down as if he was tasting some rare treasure.

"Hahahahaha!!!!!!"

"I've wanted to try this for a long time. Sure enough, it will pop like a pig's eyes! Hahahahaha!!!!!!"

"What is the difference between humans and pigs"

"One lives in a pigsty, and the other lives in a larger circle."

"One eats and sleeps every day, and the other sacrifices his life for a living every day."

"One can only hum. The other is no better than humming. They also exude a stench."

"A piglet that lives with the same kind will breed more piglets. If a piglet stays away from the same kind of piglets, it will go crazy. It feels lonely, and the mentality will collapse, and even degenerate!"

"The only difference between them is that one has four limbs and the other has two legs"

"Where are IQ and creativity reflected?"

"Pigs are lazy, dirty and livestock"

"But some people are ten times lazier than the pigs they look down upon! A hundred times filthier! Even more beastly!"

"The only difference between humans and pigs is their eyes."

"Pigs can only see food, spouses, children and feet; people can always see food, beauty, money and the sky."

His left eye was black, and there was only a vertical scar on half of his face covered in blood. His tone was full of anger and fanaticism. At this moment, he seemed to be a philosopher struggling to think.

"Tell me what the world is like in your eyes." Conrad's figure gradually approached Shijin.

"I don't know." At this moment, Shi Jin did not break his habit of cherishing words as much as gold. He greeted Conrad's arrival with an expressionless face, without any trace of fear.

"Really? You are very honest, but I don't like people like you, and neither does the world." His voice changed from high to low and melancholy, and he touched his missing left eye as if he was curious about this. What's going on? It's as if he has forgotten everything that just happened.

"The rain girl has no melons."

The cold wind blew up, and Conrad's collar swayed. He looked behind him as if feeling something, just in time to see the scene of Mikiel and Tarta knocking down Bob.

"Your companions are also trustworthy."

The moment he turned his head, he stared at Morgan, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, with a child's mischievous and cunning smile on his face, rubbing the dagger with his hands.

"I want to ask you to taste the delicious food I just made."

With that said, he skipped away in the direction of Morgan. Shijin gritted his teeth, but seemed powerless and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Huhuhuhuhu~~~~~(~o~)zz"

The silent footsteps were getting closer and closer to Morgan. The unsuspecting Morgan was like an easily accessible prey, welcoming him with open arms, and the corners of Conrad's mouth rose.

Boom!

The ground cracked into countless fragments, and large rocks rumbled. Vic jumped into the air and was about to give the difficult guy a look when he saw Conrad not far from Morgan out of the corner of his eye.

"Where's that boy Shijin?" Looking around, he finally found Shijin with two wings spread out from his back like a butterfly, and a large pool of blood spread out.

"Bastard!" He cursed secretly and wanted to turn around and deal with Conrad, but Jacob blocked him and couldn't escape.

"Please stay and continue fighting with me until life and death are determined." Jacob's suit was already in tatters, but he was full of energy and not at all decadent.

"You'd better be obedient and twist your head off, otherwise I guarantee you will die miserably, you bastard!" The shovel with his left arm slashed over with strange force and overturned Jacob, but it didn't take long for him to follow up again, and he was not injured at all. There are no traces.

If you go down here, Morgan will...

Maybe he and Morgan sometimes have some conflicts, but this will not stop the two from fighting for their lives. They didn't understand each other before, but after a few battles, they already know what the other wants.

If Morgan dies here, who is he?

He lowered his head and looked at Morgan, who was sleeping sweetly with his nose bubbled with snot, and raised the dagger in his hand, braving the cold light.

"Shijin! What are you still doing? Since he's not dead, get up and kill that little guy!" Now all we can count on is Shijin. Mikiel is exhausted and has no fighting ability. As for Tart Ignore it.

"hateful!"

The harder he exerted force on his back, the harder it became. The two "butterfly wings" were stuck to the ground like suckers and he couldn't get up at all. Excessive blood loss also made his strength weaker and weaker.

Toxins also invaded his internal organs and disrupted his various functions, and he would die soon.

"My name is Morgan, what's yours?"

"Shijin."

"How did you get here? Are you one of those pirates? Don't you like talking?"

"I didn't like it before, but I like it now, because if people don't speak, they will go crazy, and I don't want to go crazy."

"You don't need to say anything, as long as you don't forget how to communicate. It's impossible for people to live on their own in this world like mine."

"We are not gods, right?"

"We can't be perfect, we will always have shortcomings of one kind or another, but this is what humans are. Take me for example. I can't stay on this island all my life and listen to a group of pirates."

"So one day I will escape."

"How about coming with me?"

That was the first time he found purpose, brought to him by Morgan.

So what if I die?

"I can't die alone, let alone let him live alone in this world."

Dragging the torn body, the two fleshy wings behind him were like bloody angels. His vision had long been blurred, and his breathing was low and weak.

"Stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Shijin's roar resounded through the sky, and even Yanqiao and others on the mountainside could hear it clearly. The amazing sword energy echoed on the battlefield, and Conrad's body froze and he could not move.

Even from such a distance, one could feel the thick and pure sword energy locking onto him.