Pirate's Unlimited Loot

After a dreamless night, it was rare for him to have a good night's sleep without the torment of illness. When he woke up, Bai Lan sat under the only small window in the cell in a daze, looking up at the faint morning light and the white sky, his thoughts racing.

Although he acted very calmly in front of the three Hancock sisters yesterday, no matter how calm he was, some facts could not be changed. For example, he could not escape the clutches of the Dracos at all, and he did not know whether he would still be alive today. He came out of the arena, and the root of everything was that he was too weak.

Bai Lan clenched his fists hard, licked his dry lips and murmured in a low voice: "I'm really unwilling!"

Ming Ming was reborn, got a healthy body, no longer suffered from illness, and came to the magnificent world of pirates. A new life had just begun, but he was imprisoned by the Celestial Dragons and became a plaything at the mercy of others. At this moment, Bai Lan hated the slave merchant who sold him to the Celestial Dragons, and the Celestial Dragons who arbitrarily decided his life and death.

He lay down on the ground along the wall, covering his eyes from the dazzling sunlight with his hands. He just lay there, closed his eyes and calmed down. He was silent for a long time. The only sound in the cell was the steady breathing of the three Hancock sisters. Maybe it was yesterday. They are so tired that the three sisters still have no intention of waking up.

After a long time, Bai Lan slowly stood up and exhaled a deep breath. His eyes were once again bright and determined: "No matter what, I will live!"

If you want to survive, you can only make yourself stronger, but you are going to participate in the competition today. It is too late to start exercising right now. Instead, your energy is wasted. It seems that today's arena can only depend on God's will. In vain Lan Ke doesn't think that the competition held by the Tianlong people is a bit of a stop-gap setting. A trace of uneasiness flashed through his bright eyes, but as long as he could survive today, he would have to exercise his body every day from tomorrow on, Bai Lan secretly made up his mind.

"Bai Lan, what are you doing?"

Bai Lan turned around and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw Hancock squinting his eyes, yawning, and sitting up from the bed, but he still looked like he was still awake, as if he was taking a nap in the afternoon sun. The cat is elegant and charming. At a young age, it has charm that far exceeds that of its peers. It is worthy of being the future most beautiful woman in the world, Bai Lan secretly sighed.

"It's nothing, you guys are awake..."

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On the other side, in the Celestial Dragon Hall that Bai Lan had visited yesterday, Saint Roswader was explaining something. At this time, half-kneeling under him was a fat man, wearing a white silk robe with gold. Wearing a round-necked high hat, the clothes that should have looked majestic and heavy were actually worn in a funny style.

"Harry, it's your responsibility to let that brat participate in tonight's competition. You can let him challenge the weakest opponent first, but remember I don't want him to die worthless, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, sir, I will squeeze out all the value from him and guarantee your satisfaction!" Harry bent even deeper, raised his head and said flatteringly to Saint Roswald with a sinister smile on his face.

"Well, I can rest assured that you can do things. I never need waste, and you should know what happens to waste. Okay, you can go down." Saint Roswader waved his hand to signal Harry to leave.

"I understand, sir, I will never let you down."

Harry, who bowed out of the hall, wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath. He understood the cruelty of the Draconians better than anyone else. A former companion was killed by Saint Roswader because he failed to handle a small matter. He was thrown into a group of hungry wolves raised by him and was torn into pieces alive. The screams still seem to echo in his ears.

Although he knew that doing things for the Celestial Dragons was like dancing on the tip of a knife, and he would end up with no bones left if he was not careful, but he was reluctant to let go because of the huge power brought by the Celestial Dragons.

After adjusting his clothes, he put away the flattering smile on his face and quickly put on a majestic face. Harry waved to the servants who had been waiting for him outside the palace.

"Go and bring me yesterday's slave boy!"

"Yes, my lord!"