In the world of pirates, you are crazy and yelling at others

Before Alaya could respond to him.

The man directly stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around the thin back, holding the person in his arms and controlling her.

The behavior is quite romantic.

He took a sip of wine, lowered his head and said to the petite person in his arms: "Since you didn't refuse, I'll treat it as your agreement."

"Miss, come on, I'll buy you this drink."

Elleya didn't resist. After all, drinking alcohol can buy a man for free... No, it's pretty good for him to buy alcohol for free.

But the more she looked at him, the more she felt that the man in front of her looked very familiar.

Elleya was carried by him towards the table inside.

She stared at it for a long time and finally realized it!

Isn't this Beckman?

How come Shanks' crew is here? !

Wait, that’s not right either.

It seems that Shanks has not formed a pirate group yet, so there is no problem for Beckman to appear in the North Sea. After all, this is his hometown.

However, this is too much of a coincidence.

The two sat opposite each other.

When Beckman saw such a beautiful little girl, he was naturally unwilling to let her go. He wanted to tease her no matter what. Looking at the way this little girl stared at him, she couldn't take her eyes away. She must have been attracted by his handsomeness, right?

Beckman's lips curved into a wild smile, and he raised his hand to call the waiter.

"Miss, what do you like to drink?" Beckman asked her opinion in a gentlemanly manner.

Alaya smiled politely and said to the waiter calmly: "Red wine."

She just finished speaking.

Beckman sniffed the strong wine in his glass and looked at her affectionately with a pair of black eyes, "Red wine? It matches your beauty and temperament very well. It's worth tasting carefully."

Uh……

(′-﹏-`;)

The waiter had black lines all over his head, turned around and left with a cold face.

In all his years as a bartender, he has never seen someone chatting up a woman like this!

Extremely vulgar!

However, this woman is so good-looking that no one can help but want to flirt with her. She is really an advantage to this quick man!

The eyes around them all turned to stare at the two of them, like the light of a torch.

Beads of sweat dripped from Alaya's forehead.

This slut.

who is it? !

tell me!

who is it!

"Haha, thank you for your compliment, sir." Alaya said with twitching corners of her mouth.

Suffered from old sin.

Facing this old pervert, she didn't want to hit him. That would be rude. What else could she do? She could only endure it for now.

Beckman didn't take it seriously. He tapped his fingers on the table and kept reaching forward. After a while, he covered those smooth and delicate hands.

He asked: "What do you call Miss?"

Alaya's dark eyes darkened, staring at his restless hands.

He is playing with fire.

No, he wants to play with women.

Why does he also like beauty so much?

Isn’t it okay to have one less pervert in this world?

Just her alone is enough!

cough cough.

Eller retracted her hand, picked up a napkin and wiped it, then raised her head with a proud look.

She doesn't like men to take the initiative to approach her, but she can accept it when she takes the initiative to approach a man she likes.

The two are different.

After all, the latter would only make her physically and mentally happy.

The former... If he is not a handsome guy, then he can only blame his eyes for being too casual. She will take action to solve it. If he is, just pretend that she didn't say anything!

She replied coldly: "Againel."

Yes, keep aloof. This will make it appear that you should stay away from strangers, otherwise men will think you are troublesome.

Unexpectedly, Beckman not only wanted to taste the wine, but also wanted to taste her name. He Shi Shiran took back his empty hand and said: "Your name is like a flower on the high mountain that is hard to grasp. My name is Ben Beckman, if you like, miss, you can call me Ben."

Veins popped out on Elle's forehead and she clenched her teeth.

Can he be normal?

Whoever likes shouts!

She wouldn't yell anyway.

"I'd better call you Mr. Beckman. After all, you are much older than me."

Elleya was going crazy. It was hard for her to imagine his calm demeanor after joining Shanks. The contrast was really huge!

"Ahem." Beckman choked on the air and frowned.

Does this little girl think he is too old?

Doesn't she know that there are benefits to being older?

The charm of mature men cannot be compared to those stupid young men.

However, he likes women like her who pretend to be reserved.

Beckman leaned back lazily, put his hand back into his trouser pocket, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

The two looked at each other.

A tease.

A playful thought.

After a while, Alaya's wine was served.

The bartender glared at Beckman, secretly cursed him as a prodigal, and then turned around and left.

Eller didn't pay attention, picked up the long-awaited red wine, and took a sip to relieve the restlessness in her heart.

When she was in the mayor's building, the vampire factor in her body was about to be exposed. Although she had full control, she couldn't resist her instinct.

She still has a thirst for blood.

The girl's eyes were very seductive when she was drinking, and the addictive desire overflowed from the corners of her eyes, lingering gracefully.

Beckman retracted his frivolity and became more unrestrained, his eyes undisguised.

Elleya also stared at him, with a look that could drive people into dust.

arrogant.

provocative.

It’s not just men who stare at women and admire them, women can too.

Moreover, the gaze will be bolder.

When the two faced each other, there was a void of fire in their eyes.

Very intense.

In the middle of the stage of the tavern, exciting music suddenly sounded, with a very fast rhythm. Many customers grabbed their dancing partners and spun onto the dance floor, making the crowd noisy.

The dance steps of the men and women merged briskly, and the dancing postures of the two men were unrestrained and passionate. The atmosphere in the originally quiet tavern instantly became lively.

Beckman also stood up at this time, extended his hand to invite: "I hope Miss Aiganiel will appreciate me."

Alaya did not refuse his invitation.

No one would be a spoiler on such an occasion.

She took off the mink velvet coat on her back, revealing her slender and manageable waist. Her skirt floated up with her steps, like a bud waiting to bloom.

She placed her hand in his palm.

When the two hands are held together, you can clearly feel the strength in the man's arms.

Alaya smiled and said, "I don't know how to dance. Please bear with me, Mr. Beckman."

Beckman wouldn't mind this kind of thing, but clasped her shoulders and looked down at her, "Don't worry, I will teach you."

The big hands on his back felt warm and burning.

With the emergence of exciting percussion strings, the female voice on the stage was high and long, the drums and strings were pulling, and everyone in the audience took steps to dance.

Alaya stepped on his right foot with her left foot, her steps a bit messy.

"too fast."

She couldn't help but blush.

This dance was neither Latin nor waltz. Although the two danced together, the rhythm of the music rose and fell quickly and slowly, making it impossible for her to grasp the rhythm at all.

She's not here to dance.

But here to embarrass you!

hateful!

The speed of the music increased, and Beckman's steps changed accordingly. Alleya took a step back and stepped on him again.

mad!

Whoever loves this dance can dance it!

Elleya became increasingly irritable, with a bunch of stupid hair standing on top of her head, and she was about to go berserk.

Beckman sensed her displeasure, narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "Don't give up so easily, leave it to me. You just need to experience the passion of this dance. It will be very happy."

The muscles of his arms tightened, and without a word he lifted her up and placed her on his feet, letting her step on him.

Elleya stared up at him with wide eyes.

No!

She screamed uncontrollably: "Are you so good at playing?"

Beckman did not answer her, but walked freely across the dance floor, spinning, picking her up by the waist and completing a set of flowing movements, and then put her down again.

Sudden excitement.

Alaya couldn't help but exclaimed.

At the same time, an inexplicable sense of crisis rose from behind.

It seems a little cooler.

A woman's sixth sense told her.

Something is terribly wrong.

"and many more."

Elle was scared, put her elbow on Beckman's waist, put her feet back on the ground, and urgently stopped his dangerous behavior.

"what happened?"

Beckman stopped dancing and lowered his head to look at her. The girl's eyes were so clear that one couldn't help but want to tease her, "I know a lot more, do you want to see some of them?"

He raised his eyes and glanced at the hostile person who appeared at the door of the tavern and locked eyes with him, showing a provocative and successful smile.

Then he bent down to her ear and said:

"Perhaps we should move to a place where there are no people around, what do you think?"