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

Frankie was badly injured and was dragged down the street by his younger brother, almost giving him a heart attack.

Brontë hugged Margaret and followed closely behind, looking at the scarred left protector, he was a little distressed.

Avrantra and Zambai were in charge of the break, and continued to attack the bodyguards and navy that were chasing.

However, the enemy continued to flow, and a powerful lieutenant general was approaching, and the two had to fight and retreat.

This is the end of angering the Draco, and if they get away with it this time, they will also be wanted by the world in the future.

Fortunately, Charulia Palace did not see Brontë's face just now, which made him still have room for manipulation.

To be on the safe side, Brontë borrowed a mask from French, covered his beautiful face, and continued to run for his life.

Stunned, Qingfranch and the others still wanted to go home, but they were stopped by Brontë and asked them to leave by boat with him, and it would be too late if they didn't leave!

The navy of the City of Seven Waters has already gathered here, preparing to encircle and block several people.

If you don't leave quickly, I'm afraid you will be wrapped in dumplings and become a turtle in an urn that can be manipulated by anyone.

Several people split up, and Brontë and the left and right protectors went to Carrera's company to find the Flying Ideal.

The French family went directly to the beach, temporarily attracting enemy fire.

The three hurried to the dock, not thinking that the iceberg's secretary, Kalifa, had been waiting here for a long time, saying that he wanted to go to sea with them.

Brontë did not refuse, but for the members of CP9, he was still somewhat wary, and arranged for the right protector to watch her every move at any time.

"This is your missing partner before?" Seeing Brontë holding a woman in her arms, Carifa asked tentatively.

"Yes, Miss Carifa, she was captured by the Draco before, and she is only rescued now, eh, it's all my fault, as a captain, if I am a little stronger, the big guy will not let that sea king scatter, she will not fall into the hands of the Draco, not to mention, trouble Miss Carifa to help steer." Brontë put Margaret on the bed and left Eflandra in charge of it, then quickly ran outside to hang up the brand new canvas.

His intuition told him that this place should not be left for long.

"Quick, quick, don't let them run!"

There was a riot not far away.

"Miss Carifa, without further ado, set sail now!" Brontë shouted into the cabin.

With the sails hoisted, the Flying Ideal finally left the harbor and gradually drifted away.

Kaku arrived late with a group of boatmen, and could only watch Brontë and the others leave from the shore.

Just now, he rushed over as soon as he received the news, and the above request was that he could not let go of any ship on the island, but unfortunately he was still one step late and let these pirates slip away!

The ship arrived at the pre-agreed location, where the French family waited anxiously, just now they were ambushed by the navy, and the few remaining combat forces were wounded.

Brontë went down to meet them, took them all on board, and quickly fled the city of seven waters.

But at this moment, the navy forces chased after them, and the black pressure was crushed, and a warship had left the harbor, intending to intercept it halfway.

There is a wolf before and a tiger after, and the release of the ideal is in a dilemma, and it really becomes a turtle in an urn.

Everyone was anxious and saw that they were about to go to the end of the road, when Franky suddenly sat up and made a signature gesture, "Super!"

Everyone thought he was going to be cocked, but then he was paralyzed like a wilted dog's tail grass.

Everyone was helpless and showed a disappointed expression.

At this moment, Margaret in the cabin recovered and looked at the familiar environment, thinking that she was dreaming.

But when she saw Avrantra's anxious eyes, she knew that she had been rescued!

The two sisters, who had not seen each other for several days, hugged each other tightly, and Margaret was shocked, her eyes searching for the figure that made her feel at ease.

Boom!

Suddenly, the Flying Ideal came under attack, and the ship swayed from side to side.

Brontë stood on deck and confronted Vice Admiral Maynard standing directly in front of the warship.

He uses the Magma Fruit ability to fight back against the navy, and then uses the Wind Fruit ability to speed up the sailboat.

Seeing that he was about to break out of the encirclement, but in the next second, Vice Admiral Bastyu held a machete and used the moon step in the navy's "Six Styles" to rush towards the pirate ship.

Although this is a parallel lieutenant general, it is not something that Brontë and others can deal with at present.

On the other side, Maynard's warships surrounded again, firing non-stop shells at the Flying Ideal.

Rumble! Rumble! Boom....

The French family on the ship was too frightened to move, thinking that death was coming.

The warship gradually approached, and only then did they see clearly that the two companions who had been arrested in front of Fang were tied to cross stakes.

The high Draco Charulia Palace stood beside the two people with a long knife, holding a horn and shouting at everyone: "Humble pariahs, if you want them to live, obediently tie up your hands, this princess will consider taking you as slaves."

"No, don't..." Hearing a familiar voice, Margaret in the cabin was so frightened that the six gods were masterless, thinking that he would be whipped again, like a little cat with a lost soul.

Avrandra stroked her head, and her mouth kept comforting: "It's okay, I'm here."

Franky, who was lying on the deck with serious injuries, sat up, looked at the two little brothers who were bound, and cried bitterly, "Eggboy, Xiuzao, I'm sorry for you!"

"Mixed account master, what do you say, as a man, crying and crying all day will make people look down on." The egg boy looks like death, even if it has become meat on the chopping board at the moment, he still does not forget to ridicule the owner.

Charulia Palace was a little angry, without her permission, the lowly slave dared to speak, and simply did not put himself in his eyes.

So she walked over, picked up her slender palm, and gave the egg boy a loud slap, and then she was especially puzzled, opened the bow left and right, and cursed while hitting: "It's really unpleasant to be a pariah, I'll let you shout..."

Looking at the eggboy who was beaten madly, French was angry and planned to rush over to fight with them.

However, the masked Bastyu had already come to the deck, and the powerful aura made everyone swallow.

Brontë stepped forward, and now, he is the most combative man here, and only he can stop this guy.

Zambai and Ephrandra came to support, and the injured French also twisted his neck, intending to strike at any time.

However, the reality was so cruel that Brontë was beaten to the machete, and in a short time, his whole body was bruised.

Several other people were also knocked out one by one, and Franky resisted the knife and became dying.

Fortunately, he is a robot and has a strong ability to resist blows, otherwise the knife just now was enough to split him in half.

Just as Bastyu was about to end this battle of disparity in strength, he was suddenly kicked in the head, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Kalifa of CP9.

Before he could react, he was kicked four or five times in a row, and then finally grabbed Kalifa's ankle and threw her whole body out.

Just as Bastyu got carried away, he suddenly smelled a burnt smell, and looked down to see that the crotch of his pants was actually on fire!

He couldn't care about three seven twenty-one, frantically patting the flames, but he couldn't extinguish it.

Brontë, who succeeded in the sneak attack, took advantage of the victory to pursue and continued to increase the intensity of the fire.

In the end, Bastyu, who was a little sad, had to jump into the sea.

Brontë took the opportunity to freeze the sea, and Bastyu struggled to break the ice.

However, the release of the ideal has long been gone, and the warship that followed behind dragged out a long wave tail.

Bastyus, who was unwilling, could only return to the capital of water alone like a chicken.

The Charulia Palace on the deck was already out of breath, and her hands were stained with the blood of eggboys.

Immediately ordered Maynard to increase her horsepower and catch up with the pirate ship in front, she wanted to accompany these thieves to have fun.

At this time, the egg boy has been fanned like an adult, his eyes are red and swollen, his face is blue, and his mouth and nose are constantly spraying blood.

Xiuzuo next to him was so frightened by the miserable picture of his partner that he wet his crotch, and his legs trembled constantly.

Franky, who was helpless on the Ideal Flight, could only cry silently, feeling extremely guilty in his heart.

The cube-headed sisters' anger reached the peak, and they were also women, and they couldn't wait to tear that guy's face.

Thinking that she was a Draco, he was instantly stunned again!

Charulia Palace continued to coerce, and this time, she cut off Xiu's left arm.

Blood gushed out, causing Xiu Zuo to roar in pain.

Frankie raised his head with difficulty, and he who never accepted defeat actually had plans to surrender at this moment.

Brontë saw through French's thoughts, but he knew too well the temperament of Charulia's palace, and he didn't intend to let everyone go at all, so surrendering was only a dead end.

After all, Charulia Palace is notoriously cruel, and the slaves who died at her hands, let alone seventy or eighty people, are still numbered slaves.

Even an obedient slave like Margaret was still beaten all over the body?

In short, becoming a slave of Charulia Palace will end badly.

But Franky didn't want to watch his little brother being tortured, and he even regretted a little now, why he had to stand up for others at that time, otherwise he wouldn't get into trouble.

Seeing that the stubborn French planned to drag his seriously injured body to rescue his partner, Brontë directly knocked him unconscious, threw it into the cabin, and then continued to use the Wind Fruit ability to accelerate the ship, and after a while, the warship was thrown away.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up with the other party, Charulia Palace was angry and corrupted, and directly unloaded Franky's two younger brothers, and the blood and internal organs flowed to the ground, which was shocking.

Zanbai and the others who witnessed everything cried, and at this moment they had completely lost their consciousness of being a man.

Someone tried to find Brontë desperately, but he slapped him to the ground, "You want to die, don't take me." The

man quickly calmed down, indeed, with their current strength, it was nothing more than a few more people to die.

Brontë didn't have time to appease them, now, it is important to escape, but you can't take your little life before you marry the female emperor, then it will only be worth the loss.

So after throwing off the warship, he personally took the helm, took everyone with him, and fled from this land of right and wrong.