Peace of the Pirate

Qin Ping felt uncomfortable in front of the desk. The comfort he felt when writing in the past disappeared. Without the figure standing next to him and peeking at his writing, he always felt that something was missing. .

After drawing two horizontal lines on the paper, Qin Ping simply put down the pen and looked at the expressionless girl: "Where is that piece of paper?"

"You didn't tear it into pieces, did you?"

"Would you like me to write to you again?"

After three questions in a row, Boya Hancock seemed to be ignoring them and lowered his head, as if he wanted to see the flowers on the stone floor.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the study was a little quiet.

Is this really okay... Kerla looked at Qin Ping, and then at Boya Hancock. She was worried about Qin Ping's anger, but also worried about Boya Hancock's condition. This little girl was always thinking sensitive.

She naturally knew the reason. Last night, Boya Hancock cried for a long time, and she couldn't sleep well despite being comforted by her side.

Looking at things like this today, yesterday's crying not only failed to untie the knot in Boya Hancock's heart, but made it even heavier.

Qin Ping, who was bored, grabbed the pen, hesitated, and then sighed. Beautiful girls always get preferential treatment easily.

After getting up and walking to Boya Hancock, Qin Ping said: "I said, you won't give up completely in just a week, right?"

This time, Boya Hancock finally made a move. He looked at Qin Ping with dull eyes and nodded mechanically like a puppet.

Qin Ping suddenly felt a little helpless. This week he could see the other party holding a piece of paper with a sad face every day. Yesterday was fine.

Who knew that after a night, I would feel so depressed, what a big blow it was.

Scratching his head and no longer paying attention to Prussia's instructions, Qin Ping said in a negotiating tone: "How about you tell me your name and I can open a bracelet for you?"

Boya Hancock shook his head.

"It's not impossible to open them all for you!"

Boya Hancock still shook his head and said nothing.

At this time, there was a message from a servant outside the door.

"Master, master is looking for you."

"Come." Qin Ping replied loudly, glanced at Kerla, and warned: "Keep an eye on her."

Then, with Kerla's obedient nod, she left.

……

"Father, I heard that you were looking for me." Qin Ping pushed open the door and walked in. After a week, Qin Ping finally saw Xiu Mills, who had not appeared for a long time.

Turning the letter in his hand upside down on the table, Hugh Mills looked at Qin Ping's arrival and smiled on his face: "How have you been lately? I heard from Prussia that you were injured due to excessive exercise."

Although very busy, Hugh Mills is still very elegant and in good spirits.

"Yes." Sitting on the chair, Qin Ping said easily: "But it's nothing serious, just some minor injuries. Dean said, this is because of the rapid growth of the body and muscles. You need to adapt a few more times." alright."

He said and made a strong movement: "After a week of training, I'm almost done. I think I can continue training in two days."

Seeing Qin Ping's love for force, Hugh Mills's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help but think of what Pruss told him.

He had never expected that his son would actually want to eat Devil Fruit, so when he heard the news, he was stunned for a moment, and the people next to him almost noticed the clue.

Hugh Mills felt that he needed to remind him again, so he pointed at Mo Longyin that Qin Ping placed behind him: "Is this the knife you found in the collection room?"

Qin Ping nodded and handed out the knife: "Father, do you want to take a look? Mo Longyin is a sharp knife."

Hugh Mills waved his hands repeatedly, but he didn't understand this: "There can't be anything bad that can be put in the collection room. By the way, I heard that you want to eat Devil Fruit, which is not a good idea."

Hugh Mills may not care whether there are gods, but that may not be the case for other Draconian families.

"No, it's just a bit good, so I made a joke at the time." Qin Ping scratched his head. After Prussia explained, he knew what the Devil Fruit represented to the Celestial Dragons, so naturally he would not have such thoughts.

Seeing Hugh Mills nodding there, Qin Ping quickly changed the subject: "By the way, how is father's work lately? I haven't seen you in almost a week."

Thinking of the work of the past few days, Hugh Mills still had a headache and complained angrily: "None of those guys are fuel-efficient. It is quite difficult to reach a unified opinion."

Every family had its own kingdom before. Even though 800 years have passed and the bloodline has long since changed, there are still many disconnected families, so naturally they have their own interests.

After a pause, Hugh Mills smiled: "However, now that most of the royal family has arrived in Mariejoia, and the World Conference is imminent, those guys also gave in, and finally completed it within the deadline. . So I will have a few days to rest."

When the World Conference was mentioned, Hugh Mills's eyes suddenly lit up: "I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot about this. I told you the first time that any royal family members you saw could come to me. What's the result?"

Cough, cough.

Qin Ping, who was drinking milk, covered his mouth again and again, quickly picked up the towel on the side and wiped the "unyielding" milk between his fingers.

"I've been busy reading and organizing recently, so..." Qin Ping explained, and added: "I don't stay at home all the time, I still go out."

"I saw a lot of suitable ones by chance." Hugh Mills said regretfully, "Like the one from the Liku family."

Thinking about it, Hugh Mills made up his mind: "In this case, it doesn't matter. There will be a large-scale social gathering at Pangol Castle tonight. Not only will there be royal families from dozens of countries participating, but there will also be many families. Rush over."

Hugh Mills glanced at Qin Ping dotingly, and then said: "Originally, I was thinking about whether to go there, but now it seems that I have no choice but to not go."

"But I'm only 12 years old!" Qin Ping complained softly. He must have just graduated from elementary school in his life.

"You were a little older when your mother and I met." Hugh Mills narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the past, and a rare tenderness appeared on his resolute face.

After coming back to his senses and looking at his son whose face was full of anxiety, Hugh Mills smiled and said: "You don't have to worry at all. Even if you meet someone you like, you have to get engaged first, and marriage will happen in a few years." There’s no problem, so age doesn’t matter at all.”

"Okay, it's settled. You go back and get ready. I'll call you then."

Finally, Hugh Mills had the final say.

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