Peace of the Pirate

Three years ago, three little girls went to sea with the adults. It was a beautiful and sunny day. .

Everyone on the ship thought it would be another ordinary day. However, several slave traders approaching from underwater changed the course of their lives.

The three girls who became slaves were seen by a Celestial Dragon at an auction, packed up and bought.

They are unfortunate, but also lucky.Because the Tianlong people who bought them just wanted to find a few candidates for the job, not for anything else.

In this way, these three girls will live in fear and longing every day, relying only on each other's warmth to persevere, but they all survived after all, instead of becoming a cold corpse.

"Until I was chosen to be a victim of the entertainment performance." Boya Hancock looked gloomy, hugging his knees with his hands: "You know the next thing."

Qin Ping was silent, staring at the bright crystal lamp with dull eyes.

Three years of time were condensed into 15 minutes by Boya Hancock. Perhaps it was because it was condensed too much. For the first time, he felt that the air he breathed was so heavy.

After a long while, Qin Ping exhaled and said in a tired voice: "So, you want me to rescue your two sisters."

Boya Hancock nodded, hope flashing in his eyes: "Master, I really have no choice. All I dream about is how they died.

I'm so afraid I'll never see them again,

I think they should be more worried now that they can't see me. "

"Then, why do you think I will help you?" Qin Ping said in an unceremonious tone,

"The one who bought you is the Celestial Dragon,"

"It's the Celestial Dragons who made you work in a dark place for three years,"

"It's the Celestial Dragons who treat you as a show-stopper,"

"The people watching the show are still Tianlong people,"

"the most important,"

"I am also a Celestial Dragon!"

Every time Qin Ping said something, Boya Hancock's face turned pale, and by the end, there was no blood left.

Looking at Boya Hancock's lifeless eyes, Qin Ping chose to avoid it and held his head feebly.

What he just said was not so much a question to Boya Hancock as it was a question to himself.

Because, he vaguely remembered his past self,

It seems that he also owns many slaves,

And they may all have the same experience as Boya Hancock.

"Ding, I got the memory fragment, my mental power increased by 0.4, my current mental value is 5.9 (9.3)."

The system prompt came belatedly, Qin Ping just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. If only he could be happy for a long time before.

"Different,

Different,

Master, you are different. "

As if to encourage herself, with every word she spoke, Boya Hancock's eyes became brighter and her voice became louder and louder,

The last sentence even took all her strength.

Qin Ping raised his head. He didn't understand what made Boya Hancock suddenly full of hope again.

Boya Hancock took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it.

"Because you are different, young master, so I would like to answer your questions."

"Because you are different, young master, so you will tolerate my arrogance."

"Because you are different, young master, so you gave me this piece of paper and gave me hope."

Looking at the two big black characters on the white paper, Qin Ping's eyes began to shake and he looked at his hands.

Putting down his hand, Qin Ping took a deep breath and said, "I said that when you interpret the two words on the paper, I will help you untie your bracelet. I will not change this request until now."

"As for helping you, I have to wait until then."

Looking at Boya Hancock's disbelieving look, Qin Ping laughed easily, took the paper, and said, "But, I never said that I can't teach you."

Walking to the desk, Qin Ping looked at Boya Hancock and invited: "If you want to learn, come here."

I'm afraid it's not too late for a lifetime of ups and downs. Boya Hancock gritted his teeth and walked slowly over.

"Sit down." Qin Ping ordered.

Although she was puzzled, Boya Hancock sat down obediently.

Then, her right hand was suddenly held by Qin Ping. Listening to the voice coming from her ears, Boya Hancock's face suddenly turned red,

"I'll teach you how to write these two words first. Relax your hands." Qin Ping's expression was serious, like a teacher teaching his students without any distracting thoughts.

Unconsciously, Boya Hancock's brain has shut down and is constantly restarting.

"One flip, one vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal, horizontal, horizontal,"

After a slight pause, Qin Ping continued: "Then the next one, first vertically, then horizontally, horizontally, vertically, horizontally."

Boya Hancock restrained his random thoughts and looked at the two identical words on the paper. Although he still didn't understand their meaning, he felt that they looked very good.

Letting go of his hand, Qin Ping translated: "These two words are called freedom."

"Freedom." Boya Hancock chewed gently, her eyes filled with confusion. Do these two words really mean freedom?

Qin Ping said to himself: "Yes, it is the freedom to regain freedom. They represent unrestrained freedom."

"Your life should be your own decision. Your life should be controlled by yourself, without any restrictions or restrictions."

It turned out that the paper written on it was what I had been dreaming of for the past few years... For a moment, Boya Hancock was a little crazy looking at the paper.

"Master, can you teach me to write it again?" Boya Hancock requested. She wanted to write down these two words carefully.

Qin Ping: "No problem. It doesn't matter how many times you want me to teach you."

While Qin Ping was teaching Boya Hancock carefully, the study door opened a small gap.

Bang, a piece of cake fell to the ground, and Kerla's face turned pale.

Seeing someone coming, Boya Hancock stood up from his seat with a groan.

Looking at Kerla who stuck out her little head, Qin Ping said with a straight face: "Come in."

"Yes, Master." Kerla picked up the cake on the ground distressedly, then lowered her head, waiting for Qin Ping's response.

Qin Ping: "Tell me, why did you come to the study in the middle of the night?"

Kerla explained in a low voice: "I saw that she hasn't been back for so long, so I wanted to come and help and send some food by the way."

The expression on Boya Hancock's face softened, and Qin Ping shook his head with a smile: "In that case, then you can start helping."

As he said this, he put down his pen and walked to the door, turned around and said,

"After cleaning up, go back to bed immediately. Remember to put the dishes back in the kitchen. If you meet anyone, tell them it was my order. That's it."

Picking up Molong who placed the knife holder next to the door, Qin Ping left.

Kerla patted her chest and said happily: "Great, the young master didn't ask where my cake came from, otherwise I would be in trouble."

Boya Hancock smiled: "Yes, otherwise it will be troublesome."

The two of them were cleaning up the study and talking at the same time.

"You can't eat this piece of cake, but I still have two pieces in the cabinet. I'll bring them to you when I get back later."

"I don't think so."

"Why? Aren't you hungry?"

"Actually, I just ate a lot of good stuff."

"Hey! No one noticed it." Nervous

"Of course not, I'm very smart too."

"Okay." Relax.

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ps: I said the plot is dull, but I also know that it is actually a bit constrained by the identity of the Tianlong people.

However, of course, there cannot be only one map.

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