Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 106, Life is Bitter! !
Life is bitter, life is bitter! There is no water!"

Seeing the empty water bladder, Heleka raised the water bladder above his head unwillingly, then turned it upside down, and used its thick figure to block the scorching sun of Heliopolis.

Then open your mouth as usual and aim at the mouth of the bottle, imagining that you can suddenly catch the cool water that seems to fall from the sky.
However, this movement has no soft effect. There is still no drop of water
"Damn!"

Heleka threw the water bag onto the desert, and kicked it a few times — anyway, the water bag was made of leather, strong and durable, and it wouldn't break with his current strength.

For this venting action, he took a few breaths violently.

However, this kind of behavior not only failed to help Heleka vent her inner negative emotions, but a large amount of water was quickly lost through the contact between the moist mouth and the external environment.

Feeling that this kind of behavior was of no practical use, but instead accelerated his predicament, Heleka had no choice but to stop this unnecessary venting behavior.

"Hey, the direction is right, but how far does that oasis have to go!!!"

Heleika continued to walk forward with drooping arms
Suddenly, he stood up again and quickly turned back. After picking up the water bag, shaking it clean and hanging the sand, he resumed his lifeless salted fish posture and continued to move forward.
"I tried my best to escape. I must make the guy with the sand look good! No, I want both of them to pay the price!"

At this time, Mosa was also very irritable.
"Damn it! I didn't rob his wife or kill his son. Why does this bastard O'Brien keep chasing me?"

It has been four days, starting from Memphis, the capital of the kingdom. O'Brien has been chasing Mosa all the way for four days. Mosa, who is so tired and has not had enough time to rest, almost doubts his life.
"Ahem, that, take it easy"

yes
"Not only is that bastard in the back chasing after me, but you, the drag bottle, are dragging me down!"

Banmilet: "???"

Say it as if I'm willing to drag you down!
Do you dare to let me go, let's go each side of the road facing the sky?
If it weren't for you, I would still be playing a blushing little game with my little maid in the palace!
These words are artistically processed and physically processed, and when spoken, they become:
"No no no no."

"Are you trying to trick me into letting you go?
Take a break you!
Don't mess with me!"

Looking at Bamilet, who was rolled into a ball by the black sand in Mo Sa's thought, only showing his eyes, ears, nose and throat, Mo Sa was also very desperate.
It seems that I said an extra throat? This is not important!
I originally thought that escaping from Memphis would be like a fish entering the sea to roam freely, but in the end, not only was O’Brien chasing me to death, but I also brought this oil bottle with me. I also had to make sure that the oil bottle would not hang up.
Wouldn't it be better if I knew it earlier and killed Ban Milet remotely in Memphis, and then ran away?
What bike do you want?
i'm so stupid, really
"Ink Shark! You can't escape!"

"Damn it! Why did this guy come here so quickly? Can you give me a little more rest!?" Mosa said with a toothache as he watched the water dragon galloping towards him in the distance.

"Sigh of death for the tornado!" The rapidly formed huge tornado avoided O'Brien and swept inland.

"You can't escape if you say you can't escape? See if you can!"

Mosa rolled his eyes, his legs turned into a surfboard, and he quickly drove away after putting Bamilet on the surfboard.

As a king, O'Brien can hardly tolerate such a powerful and growing Sharon rolling through his country all the time-huge losses and panic will shake the foundation of his rule.

This move was exactly the same as the one in Hull City, and Mosa also felt that it was very uninnovative, but O'Brien still used this move, so Mosa intensified and used it until he was old!
After successfully dispelling Sharon, O'Brien quietly looked at the direction Mosa was leaving. The knowledge and knowledge that had been turned on throughout the whole process had already told him how Mosa left here swaggeringly, and he also left him a mocking sentence. discourse.

"You can't escape!" O'Brien said slowly, playing with the phone bug in his hand.

He was not in a hurry at all, and he was even in the mood to comfort the frightened civilians. He was not in a hurry to arrest Mosa as he said when he left Memphis. He seemed like he was delaying time. What are you waiting for.

Mosa, who didn't know this at all, happily activated the ability to slide the sand at high speed.

Mosa is paddling in the sand very unhappy now.

It's the seventh day.

After getting rid of O'Brien again, Mosa violently grabbed her short purple hair and went mad, while Bamillet beside him was trembling.

how many times!
Why does O'Brien always catch up to me?
Obviously, I have checked me and Ban Milet several times, there is no tracking device at all, and I have never used the phone bug, so there is no possibility of exposure at all!
So why on earth is he always able to catch up!!!
The deep dark circles under Mosa's eyes showed his current poor state. Both his physical strength and his spirit were at a low point, and his overdrawn body was even more irritable emotionally.

Ban Milet has been a little worried these two days.
Originally, he was relieved when he saw that Mo Sa didn't kill him directly, but was about to bring him back to the Navy headquarters, at least he didn't have to die immediately.

——This is Xianyu's life creed, as long as life and death can be delayed, delay as much as possible, and let's talk about it when death is imminent.

What's more, a person told him that the world will end in 5 minutes, what do you want to do, he thought for 5 minutes, and then said, I want to play my life once!

What a salty fish man who can say this, he is simply a salty fish king!

But Bamilette noticed that after Mosa found it difficult to get rid of O'Brien these days, every time he looked at him, he had the illusion that he would be killed in the next moment.

Puff!
Mosa suddenly slammed on the brakes, and Ban Milet felt himself being thrown down.

"Mmmm!"

"I'm still immature and have suffered too few setbacks."

"Actually, when I found out that he was always chasing me and I couldn't escape, I should kill you immediately!" Mosa's expression was calm, but murderous intentions were secretly brewing.

"A burden that dragged me down for seven days and wasted countless energy and physical strength to protect you from dying."

"One of the most important signs of an adult is to learn to stop losses in time or to put it bluntly, it can be said to survive by docking the tail!"

"I've thought about this question a long time ago, but I've been hesitating all the time. Desire has blinded me, so I may not be able to escape now." Mosa raised a hand.

"I hope it's not too late for me to wake up." Mosa's sand quickly condensed into a sand sword, and Ban Milette felt a chill in his heart.

(End of this chapter)