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

A few days later, after a long journey, the Ideal was released to a new sea.

Recently, the weather has been nice and sunny, and everyone on board has been sunbathing for several days in a row.

Although it did not encounter the navy again, the crisis has not been resolved, and with the urine nature of Charulia's palace, it will definitely not give up.

So Brontë announced to the crowd that they were going next, an island in the sky called the "Kingdom of God".

"Sora Island, are you serious?" Carifa felt that Brontë was messing around, where in the world is there any empty island?

Besides, how can an island float in the sky, isn't this pure?

Margaret and Avrandra looked at each other, feeling that the captain was in the wrong state today, it seemed that he was very obsessed with the ethereal thing of the "empty island", and firmly believed that he would be able to get there and find the legendary golden country.

The others also found it incredible, and only Franky believed what Brontë said, because he heard his teacher Tom say that the former One Piece King Gor D Roger and his party had visited the empty island and embarked on interesting adventures there.

As for how to go and where the empty island is, Tom did not elaborate, only told Franky that he could go to sea to see it when he had the opportunity to go to sea in the future, and the world was more colorful than expected.

Just as Brontë was about to popularize the knowledge of empty islands to a few people, suddenly, a pile of debris fell like raindrops.

Seeing this, Brontë immediately used the fruit ability to remove the garbage falling from the sky so as not to hit people.

"What's going on?" Kalifa stared blankly at the sky, not understanding where the debris came from.

Brontë explains: "These are the fragments of ships that have been swept up in the air by the current, and because of the action of gravity, they return to the sea, which is why this scene appears."

"Ocean currents? What ocean current can have so much power? Zabai asked, puzzled.

Brontë smiled slightly, "Hee-hee, of course, it's the current that allows us to go to the empty island." Several

people tilted their heads to look at Brontë, obviously not quite believing his statement.

"Squeak..."

Suddenly, a strange cry came from not far away.

Everyone looked around, and saw a huge banana boat slowly approaching, and at the bow stood a tall ape with eyes full of disdain.

"Squeak, don't think about competing with our ape salvage team for these falling objects, tell you the truth to these foreigners, we are a professional salvage team, and the treasures that fell into the sea just now are all ours." The ape put his arms around his chest and said proudly, immediately demonstrating a wave of advanced salvage techniques, never thinking that he would finally catch a huge sea king.

The ape panicked and quickly apologized, but the sea king did not understand his language at all, and directly attacked the banana boat.

The ship's salvage crews raised their weapons and began to return fire.

But these equipment are not painful or itchy for the huge sea king, but they irritate it.

Just when everyone fell into despair, a figure soared into the air and kicked it towards the head of the sea king, kicking it directly back into the water, splashing countless waves.

The deflated sea king also knew the time, glanced at Brontë, who was standing in the wind, and then turned and swam into the distance.

The ape with palpitations exhaled a long breath and thanked the inconspicuous teenager one after another.

Brontë held his hands behind his back, showing his masterful demeanor, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you is not necessary, everyone is human... They are all creatures on land, and they should help each other, so let's do it, I'm not a greedy person for rewards, you just give some benefits.

"Benefactor, what do you need, just open your mouth, my old ape will do everything he can." The ape patted his chest and seemed to be a powerful landlord.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then I want ten billion babysavvy!" Brontë raised a finger and said playfully.

The ape-man suddenly choked, "This... This..." "

Why, can't you take it?"

"Benefactor, tell you the truth, don't say ten billion, it's 100 million Bailey, I can't take it out of the old ape." The ape-man said embarrassed.

"Oh, okay, I need a permanent pointer to Gaya Island, you should have this, right?"

"Yes, yes, benefactor, I'll get it for you."

The old ape entered the cabin, and after a quarter of an hour turned back, holding the hands in both hands, and respectfully presented it.

Brontë took the pointer unceremoniously, then cleared his throat and teased: "I still like your unruly appearance at the beginning, you recover."

Hearing this, the ape straightened his back, wrapped his arms around his chest, defied everything, and suddenly felt that he could do it again!

Just as he was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, the boy at the bow of the ship was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace, and soon disappeared.

In order not to be noticeable, Brontë led everyone to land in the opposite direction of Magic Valley Town and directly found Montblanc Kulikai, the descendant of the deceptive cloth back then.

The diamond-shaped uncle lives in only half of the house and dives into the sea year after year, just to find clues in the Golden Country to prove that his ancestors are not deceiving people.

However, after so many years, there is no clue.

Brontë explained his intentions to his uncle and promised him that he would help him find the legendary Golden Country so as to clear his wrongs.

Uncle Diamond just smiled, not to mention outsiders, even he himself did not have much hope for the Golden Township, although he had always firmly believed in his heart that what his ancestors said back then was the truth.

At this time, Brontë did not plan to tell his uncle the truth and wanted to surprise him.

Afterwards, he left everyone in his uncle's house, and he took the volunteered Kalifa to the forest to find the guide bird.

There are two paths to empty islands, one is to take an ordinary route, starting from the top of the western sky, you will encounter several empty islands along the way, but you don't know the year of the monkey and the moon to reach your destination, which is more time-consuming; The other is to go due south of the island of Gaia and take the soaring currents five times a month to the kingdom of the gods, which has the disadvantage of being more dangerous.

After much thought, Brontë decided to take a risk and take the current route.

In fact, for him who can fly, it is not much danger, but for the rest of the crew, it may be life-threatening.

Therefore, Brontë must improve his strength in a short period of time, and by the way, let French build a few survival equipment, so that he can better cope with various emergencies.

And to reach the south of the island of Gaia, you need guide birds living in the forest to guide the way.

This is a strange bird with a large beak always pointed to the south, and a bit of a slut, so the road to find it is bound to be full of hardships.

Leaving everyone behind, Brontë and Carifa went hand in hand to the depths of the forest, and before they could rest for a moment, a strange cry sounded through the forest.

Brontë knew in his heart that this was the guide bird warning the intruders on its territory.

This creature has a strong sense of territory and will attack any species that tries to capture it.

Therefore, it will not be so easy to catch, and Brontë is also ready to fight a vicious battle.

Suddenly, a swarm of wasps came towards the two.

The timely Brontë immediately used the Immortal Bird Fruit ability to quickly flee with Kalifa.

Fortunately, they ran fast enough so that they were not stung.

"Be careful, the guide bird can control insects in the forest, we must find out where it is hiding as soon as possible." Blanc broke the ability of the guide bird.

"Damn things, don't let the old lady catch it, or pluck its bird feathers." Kalifa raised her pink fist and cursed angrily, the wasp just now made her heart palpitate.

Brontë glanced down at the crotch of his pants and subconsciously clamped his legs, afraid of losing something important.

After a while, there was another "crackling" sound in the woods, as if something was approaching.

Brontë looked left and right, and saw a dense army of insects swarming, forming a trap for the two.

"Damn guide bird!" Brontë cursed, then took Kalifa's hand and fled quickly.

Various insects that cover the sky continue to attack the two, and Brontë can only use his ability to keep using his ability to drive away these stupid insects that are fooled by the guide bird.

But the number of opponents was too much, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Brontë could only pull Kalifa and jump into a deep pool.

In order to prevent insects from entering the water, Brontë made an ice wall around the pond and added an ice cap to it, locking himself and Kalifa in it.

Sure enough, insects could not enter for a while, so they could only surround themselves outside, making a "buzzing" sound, waiting for the ice to melt.

Inside the ice wall, the two did not feel well.

Looking at the drenched and slightly trembling Carifa, Brontë scratched his head apologetically, "Sorry, Miss Carifa, you got wet."

"Don't talk about this, hurry up and find a way to escape, it's like an ice cellar, freezing people to death." Kalifa's teeth chattered, and after speaking, she leaned close to Blanc's head.

Seeing that the royal sister beauty took the initiative to paste it, Brontë was no longer reserved, reached out and grabbed her shoulders, and hugged her into his arms.

Kalifa's body was a little warmer, and looking up at the handsome teenager, she always felt that there was a magical power in him that could make people can't help but feel good about him.

This feeling, Kalifa can't say.

She thought that she had never been attracted to a man for many years, but the boy next to her, who was much younger than him, did nothing and captured her heart.

Brontë looked at the big sister who was stirring in spring, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, and knew without thinking that it was the magic of sweet fruit.

But he still prefers to believe that it has something to do with his own charm, perhaps because he is handsome.

Carifa kept rubbing Brontë, and the arm around his neck became tighter and tighter, causing Brontë to almost breathe.

In desperation, he could only gently pat Kalifa on the back, trying to keep her awake.

In any case, you can't do shameful things in this kind of place, after all, the guide bird is staring in secret, and there are all kinds of insects around it, and the influence is not good in front of everyone.

But Kalifa above had long been careless, and began to kiss the boy's lips madly.

Brontë, who had always remained calm, pushed her away, and then quickly withdrew the surrounding ice walls, taking advantage of the insect army before reacting, and flew into the sky with Carifa.

I don't know how long it took, the wind in her ears woke up Kalifa, and she hugged the boy's strong and powerful waist tightly, afraid that she would fall.

Brontë glanced down at the domineering royal sister who wanted to plot against him just now, and suddenly had a bold idea.

He looked around and eventually flew towards a steaming hill.