Pirates: Summon heroes starting from Senna's passive

Chapter 73 Good luck not being beaten to death

Like a salted fish that has lost its dream, repeating meaningless words in its mouth.

Sitting on the wooden railing, with the cool sea breeze blowing by, Fiona brushed her disheveled hair and showed a fresh smile. The heavy steel armor has been removed from her body, but the slender sword is still pressed in the palm of her hand at any time , never leave the body at any moment.

She turned her head, her smile was immediately restrained and her face was expressionless, and she said coldly, "What kind of goddess are you talking about, you are just thinking about her body, you are so low!"

"Nonsense, can admiring this kind of thing be called lowly, if you can't speak, don't speak, really."

O'Connor scolded righteously.

For this kind of aboveboard sophistry, Fiona just glanced at O'Connor contemptuously and didn't bother to break it. She turned over and jumped off the railing, and practiced swordsmanship to a small extent. Now that her injury has not fully recovered, naturally Possibly too harsh training.

"Damn, what kind of eyes are you looking at!" O'Connor was furious. He felt that he was despised, or that he was despised by his subordinates. This is absolutely unacceptable. If he just fooled around like this, wouldn't his glorious and majestic image be wiped out? saved.

"Oh, did you mean that?"

Fiona gave O'Connor another contemptuous look.

"It's so uncomfortable, I can't breathe because of the heartache!" O'Connor pressed his heart, his breathing was short, he was almost dead, it was fine to be despised once, but he was despised twice, it would kill him.

However, this moaning behavior made Drake, who was exercising hard, want to despise him.

I've never seen such an incomprehensible leader.

Another two days passed.

Fidelis, who was in a coma, finally woke up. He looked up at this strange place, reluctantly accepted the good news that he was still alive, and got off the bed quite slowly.

"It's better not to move around casually. Your injury will not be enough even if you cultivate it for more than ten days." With the three-clawed spear leaning against the wall, Xin Zhao sat quietly on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, and said suddenly.

"I thought you were asleep, where is this place?" Fidelis said coldly.

"On the boat."

Xin Zhao said two words succinctly.

Hmph, arrogant fellow!Fidelis's eyes were slightly cold. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still seriously injured and had no fighting strength, he would have to teach this person a lesson based on the tone of the person in front of him.

"I didn't ask you this, who are you, how did you save me from that traitor in Komody, where is the bloody traitor?"

"died!"

Xin Zhao slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and said in a cold voice: "This shouldn't be your concern, you should be grateful to the person who saved you, he gave you a new life, you don't feel grateful, but you feel grateful Resentment, it doesn't matter, because you have no right to resentment, your life is only placed on you temporarily, if you don't want it, just take it back."

The tone was quite flat, but the words he spoke were cold and biting.

Feeling this cold and ruthless killing intent.

Even a gang leader like Fidelis, who has lived for more than 60 years, feels a shudder.

Xin Zhao was going to leave, but before he left, he suddenly said: "Besides, you should thank a person, that person is Keith, this person can crush all his dignity before he dies, and treat a stranger People make the most humble begs, just to give you a chance to live, although I will not pity the enemy, but I will also respect such dead people."

Fidelis shuddered.

Xin Zhao held the silver spear in his hand and turned to leave.

In the narrow room, the shaky lights, and the dull, even depressing air, Fidelis sat silently, with a vaguely ten-year-old demeanor, his eyes full of fatigue, and he sighed.

"Idiot, how could I need you to save me."

……

The ship is about to sail to its destination.

Fidelis, who had been recuperating for a few days, sat in the restaurant and had a meal with everyone. Just looking at this group of familiar people, Fidelis realized something. It turned out that the one who rescued him and the one he attacked turned out to be a group of people .

"Bad fate." Fidelis sneered.

"Smelly old man, keep your eyes open to see the situation clearly. It's a shame for you to eat here. Shut your mouth!" The members of Fiona's team couldn't understand Fidelis, and they shouted loudly .

"Just you?"

Fidelis picked up the green pepper with chopsticks and threw it on the ground, his domineering eyes were full of disdain.

"Bastard!" The member named Mente in the team rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush forward recklessly.

"Whoa!" "Fight!" "Fight!"

The members of the Yongen team are not very clear about the grievances between the two parties, but it does not prevent them from making noises on the sidelines. Everyone in the Yongen team shouted with excitement in their eyes, and it is not a big deal to watch the excitement alive .

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you, a sick cat, will fail!"

Mente said with some slurred words, but he still felt a little trembling in his heart.

Fidelis squinted coldly, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcasm. He was obviously an old man in his 60s, but he had the same vigor as a young man.

Stretched out a finger, hooked it.

Unable to bear the provocation, Mente's brain twitched, and he rushed forward, punching Fidelis in the face.

Fidelis did not dodge, raised his arm and bent it, grabbed Mente's right hand, and then pressed forward, with his elbow on Mente's back, pressing Mente firmly on the table.

"Ah, smelly old man, let me go!"

Mente's face was flushed, feeling extremely ashamed, he shouted angrily, but he felt that the arm behind him weighed a thousand kilograms, and he couldn't break free no matter what, and as Fidelis's steel-like solid arm became stronger and stronger, Mente was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even breathe, his heart gradually panicked, and a faint fear welled up in his heart.

He was afraid. If Fidelis really went on a killing spree, he would really die here.

"How can a young man like you understand the weight of time, is it fun, boy!"

Fidelis increased his strength in a playful manner, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more intense.

"But, damn it, let go, I, I can't breathe..." Mente couldn't speak smoothly, his eyes were bulging, and his whole body felt crushed.

The rest of the team members realized something was wrong, and quickly stood up, staring at Fidelis angrily, trying to force him to stop.

At this time, the door outside the restaurant swung open.

A few people came in.

Yone, Fiona, and O'Connor saw the strange atmosphere inside, and their movements froze for a moment.

"Euizuna, why are you here, old man!" Fiona's pupils narrowed sharply, and immediately, she touched her shoulder, feeling a dull pain from the injury on her body.

"Just you, I thought that idiot Smoker would come with you, wouldn't it be boring, you alone are no match for me." Fidelis sneered.

Yong En glanced around and quickly understood the situation.

However, he just sat on the left side of Fidelis and lifted Mente, who was held down by Fidelis's arm, with an indescribably calm expression, as if he had just done a small thing.

"Go back and have a good meal. There are more rigorous training tasks waiting for you in the afternoon. Do you still have time to make trouble here?"

The voice was as cold as ice.

Hearing that the members of Yong En's team trembled, they felt their hair stand on end. Even Fiona's subordinates were quite afraid of this ruthless man wearing a mask. Immediately, everyone sat down and ate silently, and the atmosphere was tense. Extremely harmonious, as if nothing happened.

"Yes, I know I was wrong Captain Yong En, thank you for your shot!"

While Ment was grateful, he was also filled with fear. He quickly sat back and his body finally relaxed.

Yongen nodded indifferently.

"Who are you!" A look of shock flashed in Fidelis' eyes. He knew how strong he was. The man wearing a ghost mask in front of him seemed to be at most 30 years old, but he could do it so easily. The strength to break Mente free from the oppression of his arms is truly astonishing.

Yong En didn't respond, and started to eat indifferently.

After being ignored, Fidelis' face immediately turned cold, and he felt unhappy. With his status and strength, no matter where he went, no one would dare to underestimate his existence, but he was ignored by this brat. Remember this guy, great strength is nothing, if he offends himself, sooner or later he will let this guy know what will happen to him if he offends him.

O'Connor, who had watched a scene with great interest, sat on the right side of Fidelis, and Fiona sat down next to O'Connor, her eyes fixed on Fidelis, and there was a strong desire to fight in her eyes.

"Old man, are you interested in playing with me?" O'Connor put his chin in his hands and smiled.

"Child, haven't your family taught you to respect your elders?"

Fidelis laughed back angrily. He finally understood that there is no normal guy here. Anyone who comes here is more arrogant than him, the leader of the gang. I really don’t know why these guys have survived to this day and haven’t been beaten. die.

Luck is not so good.

(End of this chapter)