(Comprehensive Master Pirate Tutor) Hold on to my phone bug

He was a white-haired old man with a cane and a slightly stooped back. Qiye sat on the wall and swung her legs to look at him. The girl's light golden eyes were filled with a bright smile: "Hello -" she said in a long voice. Say hello to him.

The old man's eyes were dark and deep. He stared at her, his voice was slightly hoarse and torn: "You are the one from outside."

Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a sentence similar to his: "You are the most powerful space system user here."

The old man chuckled lightly, his tone full of sarcasm: "You want my power." A few days ago, the woman who died in the highest area lost her life and also lost her space ability.

Qiye was a little confused as to how he knew.

"After the death of a person with superpowers, a crystal of the same properties will condense in the heart." The old man pointed his thin finger at the heart, "The heart is not destroyed, but it is gone."

Qiye covered his heart and laughed slowly: "It's so strange to condense crystals."

The old man lowered his eyebrows, but the next second he pulled out his crutch. Inside the crutch was a flat and slender sword blade. He stabbed the girl with a strong and strange twist of sword energy, full of murderous intent.

Qiye took out a Western knife from the space. She only had time to pull out a section of the blade, and the section instantly turned into pitch black. The wind of sword energy blew past her and ruffled her long golden hair.

Qiye took advantage of the situation and pulled out the blade. The sword energy collided with the sword energy. The two sword energy entangled together and landed on the ground, leaving deep marks.

Qiye stood up slowly, licked his lower lip with excitement and said in a depressed and crazy voice: "It's really good."

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"You are really a madman." The old man spat out blood and stared at the girl and said. The corners of her lips were also stained with blood, but there was still a wild and wanton smile on her face. She was enjoying the battle and secretly imitating him during the battle. How spatial abilities are used.

"Hahaha." She looked extremely happy, "That's good, that's good." She turned the blade in her hand, and the silver-white blade was stained with scarlet blood and she swung it hard on the ground, then pointed the sword at the old man again, "Come again."

The old man gasped lowly. He met the guardian beast of the meteorite yesterday, and met this monster again today. He couldn't help but clearly realize that he was indeed old.

"Na." A low and sinister voice suddenly sounded.

The old man noticed that the girl's momentum gradually calmed down. She glanced at herself with regret, and then looked at the person who called her. The person was standing on the edge of the wall, with a face that looked like a handsome boy, but he was carrying a pair of His appearance does not match that of an adult.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Fighting." He didn't seem happy, Qiye replied with his eyes twinkling slightly, but she was just out to have fun.

Feitan jumped down from the edge of the wall and looked at her with a frown. She looked a little embarrassed, with tiny blood-stained scars all over her body, but her light golden eyes were very bright.

He reached out and touched her arm, digging his nails into the tiny sword wounds. Qiye shivered slightly in pain.

She put away the knife, put her arms around his neck and pressed against him: "It hurts."

The old man didn't know what the man was thinking, but hearing the girl's words of hurt made him get goosebumps.

Feitan loosened his grip on her arm, his thumb still stained with light red, and then touched her back with that hand: "The bonfire party has begun."

"Go." Qiye looked at him with bright eyes, "Hug me, I'm tired."

The old man watched her being carried away with a dull expression. Before leaving, he put his arms around the young man's neck and smiled at him, as if to say - see you next time.

Qiye buried her head in his neck and rubbed her head. She was actually a little sleepy from the morning fight with the old man, and the fine knife wounds on her body hurt a little when she calmed down.

Feitan glanced at her and stopped: "Go back and apply the medicine."

Qiye straightened her back immediately: "No, I'm hungry." She didn't eat after fighting for so long!She could bear this little pain.

Feitan sneered and continued to carry her away.

Xiwu said that the bonfire party was the only fire, but Qiye felt that was not the case. She could not see these people and the fire burning.

She chewed the meat of the alien beast in her mouth and looked at everything indifferently.

Qiye felt the ice on the side of her face. She raised her eyes and saw the boy touching her cheek with a bottle of wine. He stared at her with his narrow golden eyes: "Would you like to drink?"

Qiye smiled and said, "Drink."

She opened the bottle cap and drank directly into the mouth of the bottle: "It's really strong." It felt good.

Feitan sat next to her, opened a bottle of wine as usual, squinted his eyes and responded softly, which was quite strong.

Qiye turned to look at him and leaned forward as if he wanted to taste it carefully, shaking the bottle: "Cheers?"

Feitan clinked the wine bottles with her: "Are you a good drinker?" He had also shouted for a drink during the famine.

Qiye blinked innocently, then pursed her lips and smiled: "It's normal." She paused, "Do you want to have a drink with me?" She was eager to try, but she still knew how to suppress her voice.

Feitan's eyes fell on her face and he licked the wine stains on his lips: "Okay."

Qiye's eyelashes trembled, drunk!Get drunk!She shouted excitedly in her heart that she had never lost when it came to drinking.

Feitan pressed the mouth of the wine bottle, feeling that he shouldn't drink with her, hehe, he was a little liar.

Qiye leaned up to kiss the side of his face and said in a long voice: "Come again."

"It's time to go back." Feitan held her shoulder with his other hand, "You have to take medicine."

Qiye stepped away with some regret. She had eaten and drank enough. She stood up. Feitan grabbed her wrist and rubbed it gently with his index finger: "Teleport back."

Qiye held it back and said, "Okay."

He lowered his eyes and was surprisingly quiet. Qiye sat on the bed with him, slightly lowering his body to look at him. His eyes were a little vacant, and he just looked at her blankly.

Qiye blinked and suddenly leaned forward to kiss his lips and rub her lips. He still held her wrist and kept a little distance from her. His eyes fell on the small knife mark on her cheek and he stretched out his other hand. Go and wipe it: "Apply medicine."

The scar was already scabbed, but he insisted on scraping it off to remove the blood. Feeling the slight pain, Qiye squinted his eyes and smiled: "Then I'll take a shower first."

Feitan looked at her steadily: "Yes."

He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her. He really shouldn't have drank with her. She washed quickly. Feitan was stunned when he saw her coming out. He pursed his lower lip and said, "You."

She has no clothes on.

"You're not going to give me medicine." Qiye sat back on the edge of the bed and said, "There are a lot of small wounds." Space-type abilities are not easy to hide.

Feitan reached out and touched her arm again, took out the medicine from the bedside table, dipped his thumb in the ointment and applied it little by little.

"This hurts a lot." He scraped off the scabs and applied medicine again. After the slight pain, it felt cool and slightly irritating.

"Hmph -" he said in a long tone, "What are you fighting with that old man for?" He pinched her wound again.

Qiye turned to look at him, then kicked him: "Don't pinch me."

He looked at her, tilted his head and smiled: "Really not possible?" He had really drunk too much, his eyes were slightly red, and his sudden smile was unexpectedly coquettish and beautiful.

Qiye paused for a moment, then slowly pursed his lips and choked out a sound from his throat: "Okay."

"What are you fighting with that old man for?" He repeated the previous question.

"I want to test whether the most powerful space user is worthy of his name." Qiye looked at him, thinking whether he would remember it or not tomorrow when he was drunk. Even if he was drunk, he would still remember all her words.

"Then." He continued to apply medicine for her.

"There is indeed something." Qiye nodded in praise. After saying that, she felt his nails pinching in again, and she shut up with a subtle expression.

"Then." He continued to ask.

Qiye felt that these were all gifts. She thought about it and suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled it off. Then she hooked her other hand around his neck and kissed him. It was not like a simple kiss at the beginning, but a continuous kiss. , the one she was familiar with and learned from Teacher Beechi.

Feitan's back straightened a little, and he glared at her unsatisfactoryly. But when she was drunk, she didn't have much energy but was a little more gorgeous. After Qiye kissed him, she looked at his eyes, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down a little more, and then kissed her again. his eyes.

He closed his eyes reflexively, his slender eyelashes trembling, and he looked unexpectedly fragile.

Feitan struggled with his hand but failed.

Qiye noticed it and stepped back a little to look at him innocently.

"Do you want to ask anything else?" Qiye let go of him and watched as he continued to apply the medicine.

He raised his eyes and said, "You are very proud now."

He scraped off the scabs on the wounds and applied medicine all over her. These wounds left by others on her body were really an eyesore. He turned the ointment in his hand slightly and then looked up at her.

The girl smiled brightly at him, gestured with her little finger and said, "Just a little."

Feitan laughed softly: "Go to bed."

Qiye lay on the bed: "It's going to be very hot starting tomorrow. I don't know how hot it will be." She wrapped herself in a quilt.

Feitan glanced at her, probably guessing that she wanted to be cool with him again. He didn't bother to argue with her now, so he turned around and entered the bathroom.

Winter has passed and there is still another summer.