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

After Elleya closed the "door curtain", she took a few steps back. Her eyesight went dark, and she couldn't hold on any longer and fainted, bumping into Katakuri.

The petite woman felt excruciating pain when her high heels stepped on his feet.

Perhaps, she didn't want to be so weak in front of her own people, so she found an excuse to block herself.

He is not her "fig leaf".

Katakuri's breathing became heavier, and he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He reached out and hugged her downward body. Suddenly, a hot ball pressed against his body, and a weak breath brushed against her.

The cloak blocks people's view.

He lowered his head and hid the emotion in his eyes, "Mom, since she is my marriage partner, I will take her back first. I think we should cultivate our relationship."

Their shortcomings need to be resolved urgently.

Of course the aunt was happy to see it happen, she waved her hand and said: "Go and take her people back. In three days, all the evil forces will gather in Totland to witness your grandest wedding!"

The income brought by this wedding will be the best for the BIGMOM Pirates in recent years!

Katakuri hugged the person and turned around to leave.

Before the Mingye people had time to speak, a thin woman held up a mirror and patted them. Marco also took advantage of the situation and rushed inside. A white light flashed and only the broken mirror was left on the ground.

The fragrance of flowers and grass and the sweetness of cakes remain in the air.

Perospero grimaced, looking at his messy garden with a headache.

Fortunately, he was so proud that his mother was going to hold afternoon tea on his island. Now, it was simply bringing disaster to him!

He was suffering, but he dared not speak out.

It feels uncomfortable to shut up silently.

Only the Charlotte family was left here, and they all looked at their mother who was silent and said nothing with serious expressions.

After a long time, my mother spoke.

"I want her desserts, her shop, her money, her property, her value, and I want her people, I want everything! Well, well, well, well~!"

"I'm a pirate!"

Greedy desire.

A proud laugh.

Crazy rage.

Submerge and swallow up all peace...

Scarlet eyes opened in the dim room.

Katakuri put his feet on the edge of the bed, and the woman was sitting firmly on his waist. However, he was pressed to the ground with his back facing the ground, but he refused to fall to the ground.

He has no habit of sleeping lying down.

His upper body was naked, with bruises and bruises all over it, and scratches were obvious.

The posture of the two is somewhat ambiguous.

He had just finished taking a shower and was about to take off his clothes and apply ointment. Unexpectedly, he fainted on the bed and someone who was lying well threw him to the ground without paying attention.

Alaya's eyes were filled with blood, which was about to overflow from her eye sockets, and her whole body was burning hot.

Katakuri also felt that her body temperature was abnormal.

"Are you okay?" Before he could apply the ointment on his fingers, he couldn't spare his hand to push her away, and looked at her unnatural expression and asked.

Elleya was put into a white nightgown, and her whole body was clean. Her scars had disappeared after returning to his residence.

What an amazing ability to recover.

Alaya pointed to the clothes, raised her thin eyebrows and asked, "Did you change it for me?"

She tried her best to suppress the heat in her heart. Her injuries had recovered well, but the desire to suck blood became more and more intense.

Her internal organs were damaged in the several shocks she faced against Big Mom. As she has multiple bloodlines, there is always one that can help her recover.

However, if you consume the same amount of energy, you will get the same amount of blood...

uncomfortable.

Katakuri hesitated for a moment, then denied, "It's Bree."

After answering, neither of them said anything.

Katakuri never took off the scarf around his neck, but the more he did it, the more he wanted to be picked off.

Alaya's eyes became darker and darker, and in a blink of an eye she was staring at his shoulders and neck.

Katakuri's throat bone slid up and down, swallowing air. His gaze and the heat that touched his abdomen burned his psychological defenses.

He is a normal man...

In particular, the action of a woman licking her lips is particularly seductive.

Unfortunately, when he was upset, she had already stood up and left ruthlessly.

She knows how to seduce people.

Alaya felt relieved knowing that she had not done anything excessive to him, and she resisted the thought of taking off his scarf.

But anyone who opens his eyes and sees a man with a perfect figure sitting by the bed, not even wearing clothes, will probably think a little bit wrong!

And there are scratches on his body... hiss, they seem to be quite deep.

Although it was Marco's injury.

However, she has read a lot of books!

What's on my mind is...

Ahem, I can't think of this.

Alaya looked around.

In Katakuri's room, the cabinet on the side of the door is filled with a collection of wine and some cute dessert figurines.

There's even a pink sofa with a soft redbud carpet underneath.

"You are quite girly, Ka Er." Alaya praised.

The man stood in front of the square table, picked up a tea cup with his fingers, pried out a bottle of old red wine, leaned over and sat on the sofa, occupying that position.

She was barefoot, crossed her slender legs, and tasted the wine in her hand.

The rich wine diluted the heat in my heart.

Katakuri slowly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stood up and sat back on the stool beside the bed, and continued to apply medicine to himself in front of the new mirror.

He didn't refute her words, but he didn't admit it either.

He didn't care about her drinking his wine. They were collections sent by his family during every festival. He didn't drink, but he still collected them all.

Forget it, it just so happens that there is an alcoholic here now who can help him deal with the accumulated wine.

Elleya drank big sips of red wine. After the alcohol circulated in her body, only a hint of drunkenness was left on her face, but her eyes became clearer and clearer.

For her, red wine is the source of life.

Even though blood is more tempting.

But she can't reveal too much of her abilities.

All it takes is an aunt who is interested. Besides, she is afraid that she will appear on the dissecting table tomorrow.

While drinking, Eller admired the man's figure, her eyes unabashedly fixed on the eight-pack abs, the faintly visible mermaid line...

Inside, the saliva has formed a lake.

She has two advantages.

One is a bit of a nymphomaniac, the other is a bit sexy.

Figure is also part of a man's resume, and she just likes to see it.

Katakuri was stared at by that scorching gaze, causing his hands to move and his eyes to sink.

The lights flickered slightly, and the eyes were filled with gloom.

Katakuri said: "If you have nothing to do, go find your subordinates. They are in the room on the far right of the corridor, but they can only stay there without mother's orders.

But wait until tomorrow, you can move to Cake Island, and you can move around freely. "

Without blinking, Alaya took another sip and responded calmly: "Oh, don't care about them."

Katakuri:......

This woman's thoughts are really difficult to guess.

He tried to find something to talk about.

While applying the medicine, Katakuri said, "If you missed dinner and are hungry, I'll ask someone to cook for you."

Elleya still looked directly at him, with a slight smile on her lips, "Compared to dinner, I feel that now I have a beautiful and delicious food in front of me."

Katakuri's movements were even slower, and he was suffocating for breath.

Does she know what she is talking about?

Katakuri dropped the ointment in his hand, stood up, and walked straight towards her, his eyes dark.

"You are causing anger..."

"Can I eat it?"

"That donut on the table looks good."

They both spoke at the same time.

The woman pointed at the table between them, with an innocent look on her face, looking up at him in confusion, but then carefully uttered a string of syllables.

Katakuri shut up in time, stopped, and froze in place.

I feel like I've been tricked.

Her words were too easy to misunderstand, he thought...

He admitted that he was hard.

The fist is hard!

He clenched his fists behind his back, veins popped out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Do it yourself."

Turn around without stopping, push the door open and leave.

If he stays here any longer, he will be tortured to death by this woman!

Even if he is calm...but he can't be much calmer.

"Bang." The door was closed.

Alaya shook the teacup in her hand and nestled comfortably on the sofa.

Whispering in a low voice: "I am very guarded, but the psychological defense is not impossible to break... Maybe we should cultivate and cultivate feelings first?"

……

Night falls quietly.

A helpless sigh came from somewhere in the corridor.

Some people rolled up their quilts and slept soundly, while others could only rest against the wall.