The Pirate Empress is my wife, but I’m fooling around outside

Done for nothing, this job was done for nothing!

Brontë slapped his head hard, because of a momentary error in judgment, resulting in sore waist and mental trance.

However, such a huge effort has hardly yielded any substantial results.

What went wrong?

Could it be that there are too many practitioners?

"No, it can't be!" After a short thought, Brontë shook his head vigorously.

Intuition told him that this was not the reason.

Is it a matter of time?

"Yes, I should have thought of it earlier!" Brontë slapped the table and suddenly realized.

If you can practice without limit, then this bug is too against the sky, so the problem lies in the time interval.

Previously, the time interval between Margaret and Avlandra was twelve days, and it was speculated that the time interval between effective practice was about ten days.

But the exact number of days remains to be further verified.

Brontë, who had figured it out, became energetic again, and he regretted the impulse of Fang Cai, so that now he looked at his long-legged sister lying on the bed, and he had more than enough energy.

Avrantra looked at the captain resentfully, he hadn't bothered himself since he entered the door.

Brontë quickly made amends, and promised to take the Right Protector to the water park to play and fully feel the customs and customs of the city of seven waters.

The soft-hearted Avlandra could only choose to forgive him.

At noon, the two rented a two-seater Buru and toured the city along the artificially built river.

Just as he was having fun, the evil-scrupulous Charulia Palace appeared on the street in front of him, holding Margaret, who was a slave, followed by two bodyguards who looked to be powerful.

Her appearance made the nearby people suddenly tremble, and they knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Seeing the figure of the left protector, Brontë gritted his teeth in hatred, but reason calmed him down, lowered his head, and smoothly pressed Avrantra's head down.

Now is not the time for conflict.

Fortunately, Charulia Palace did not notice them and walked straight in the opposite direction.

But at this moment, a bru just rushed down the slope, causing the passengers sitting on it to scream.

Charulia Palace was displeased, raised her gun, aimed at the young man who seemed to be a couple, and prepared to shoot.

Suddenly, a figure appeared like a ghost, knocking out the gun in Xia Lulia's palace.

"Hey, this is my Lord Frankie's territory, who allows you to do anything wrong here?"

A majestic voice sounded, and it was none other than the unlikable head of the French family, Frankie.

These 13 pretended, Brontë wanted to give him full marks.

With the appearance of Frenchy, the originally worried people became more nervous, silently blaming this thing that did not know whether to live or die, and it was just a matter of dying themselves, and they had to burden everyone for no reason.

After all, it provoked the Draco, and everyone present couldn't eat and walk.

Looking at the onlookers who hated him to the bone, Franky felt cold in his heart and roared: "They are the compatriots of the big guys, can you bear to watch your compatriots die at the hands of such women?"

No one echoed, and the scene was dead silent.

Brontë's heart is mixed, if the people of the whole world have one heart, there will be no Draco for a long time, and it is precisely because of the uneven hearts of the people, no one dares to come forward, these creators are better managed.

Franky is still too naïve, perhaps because of Tom's death, which caused him to hate the world government to the bone, and also hated those high-ranking Draco.

However, once the Draco is offended, there will be groups of people who will be attacked, and there is even a risk of destroying the country.

At this time, there was no anger on Charulia's face, only gradually distorted excitement.

That kind of expression, in the eyes of everyone, is like the gaze of the devil, which makes people shudder.

It seems that Franky is probably fierce.

Under the master's signal, the two bodyguards behind Charulia's palace shot towards French, and the three quickly scuffled together.

These two bodyguards are equal in strength to the ordinary members of CP9, and the lone French quickly falls into the downside.

Brontë tried to help, but the sound of a fierce fight attracted Rob Lucci, who had a pigeon standing on his shoulder.

He subdued the injured French uniform three or two times, threw it in front of Charulia Palace at will, and said expressionlessly: "It is completely at the disposal of the adults."

Then he turned his head to look at the surrounding people, "Frankie has done a lot of evil, he should have expected that there would be today, and everyone thinks about handing him over to Miss Charulia Palace to deal with, how?" The

crowd remained silent.

Charulia put away the gun and stomped heavily on Frankie's chest, "Rude guy, actually dare to make a move on Miss Ben, I will make you live better than die." She

then ordered her bodyguards to put Franky in chains, take the whip, and start frantically whipping the lowly pariah who made her angry.

Brontë held the door of his head and thought, big brother, you must have a degree of justice in your heart, isn't this appropriate to give away people's heads?

However, what was even more ruthless was that the two shouting young men were caught by the bodyguards and taken to the Charulia Palace.

The little couple knelt in front of the noble Draco and shivered, but the heavens did not favor them.

Charulia Palace took out a gun and killed the two of them one by one, and the body was also gnawed by her pet dog, and after a while, it was gnawed beyond recognition.

At this time, the surrounding people held their breath even more, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Looking at Margaret, who had empty eyes, and then at the corpse lying on the ground, Avrantra sitting on Blu could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, and planned to shoot this shrew with an arrow.

Brontë held her down tightly and whispered, "Hold your breath, now is not the time."

As a traverser, the most important thing is to survive development, and blind kindness will only harm yourself.

Rushing forward now, you will only become a new slave like French.

Boom!

Just as Charulia Palace was about to leave, a shell fell from the roof and exploded a few meters beside it.

Fortunately, Lu Qi made a timely move, so that Charulia Palace was not swallowed by artillery fire.

And his series of actions are all aimed at protecting the City of Seven Waters in the eyes of outsiders, and no one will suspect that he is doing things for the Draco.

Because once Draco has any accident on the island, the navy will launch a demon slaughter order here, and no matter what identity you are, you will all be buried in the fire.

Therefore, Luqi is tantamount to a savior for everyone, on the other hand, Franky is a disaster star.

Charulia Palace was angry and was attacked one after another, making her feel that her dignity was provoked, so she decided to kill a few more people to Liwei.

She turned her gun on the crowd and began to frantically pull the trigger, like an emotionless killing machine.

Men, women and children, young and old, were targeted until all the bullets on their bodies were fired.

The ground was covered with blood, and the crowd scattered in fright, and even Franky, who had always been bold, was frightened by the sight in front of him and his body trembled slightly.

It's crazy!

For the first time, he saw that ordinary people's lives were so worthless, and in the eyes of those creators, they were just humble reptiles that could be trampled to death casually.

At this time, the captain of the squad, Zambai, appeared on the roof carrying a bazooka, and the shell just now was fired by him, almost killing the invincible Draco.

In their opinion, nothing is more important than the life of the head of the family, whether you are a Draco or a vice admiral.

However, what he did just now has been remembered by Charulia.

This vicious woman decided to kill this bastard who ruined her tastefulness with her own hands.

The rest of Frankie's family also arrived, and fierce fighting broke out between the two sides.

In the end, French was successfully rescued, but their two younger brothers were captured alive by bodyguards.

Franky wanted to turn back to the rescue, but was held back by Zambai, "Boss, quickly withdraw!"

Because he received news that a vice admiral was coming to this side, along with several hundred soldiers.

If you don't go now, it's too late to meet later!

With the strength of the vice admirals, it is enough to destroy them.

Brontë, who had always been watching the battle, knew that Luqi did not use his full strength, otherwise the French family would have to stay here today.

He saw the right time, took advantage of the chaos to use the Gate Fruit ability, went around behind Charulia's palace, secretly rescued Margaret, who was restricted from freedom, and then disappeared without a trace with the Right Protector.

Watching the enemy retreat, Lu Qi also quickly left the scene, not wanting to run into those lieutenant generals.

Because it's a lot of trouble to get along with these guys.

Xia Lulia Palace came back to her senses and found that there were two fewer slaves around her, and she stomped her foot in anger.

But after seeing two more men under his feet, an evil plan to lure fish to the bait was brewed in his heart.