Peace of the Pirate

There are always some people in this world who always smile and won't get angry even if you scold them. This is because they have a good temper and are kind-hearted. When they encounter someone in need, they are willing to lend a helping hand if they can. .

However, having a good temper does not mean that they will not be angry. Often, when people of this type are really angry, they are truly terrifying and resolute.Because often before they reveal themselves, they have already weighed the consequences of their actions and the price they will pay, and then they do it to the end without hesitation.

Therefore, even if blood and death appeared in front of Qin Ping at such a close distance, his expression still did not change. He was no longer the guy who would scream when he saw an injured person, at least at this moment. , His kindness has been hidden and no longer belongs to these enemies in front of him.

After a while, unlike the huge number of guards outside, the small team brought by Phildia are truly elite. Each one of them is more than enough to be the lowest-ranking non-commissioned officer in the navy, and they have been The ability gained through months of cooperation will naturally become stronger.

But unfortunately, the enemies they faced were not ordinary people either.

The group of people brought by Qin Ping can be considered carefully selected. Those who have no confidence in themselves have already taken the initiative to provide cover, and the most powerful guns of the guards are under the control of a slave named Taoliu. In front of me, it has no effect.

"Sluggish light."

Taoliu's hands curled up, and rays of light shot towards the guards. Wherever the rays of light had spoken, the speed of the bullets slowed down again. Even Gloria standing in front of him could easily dodge, let alone this powerful slave. They are.

Therefore, at the beginning, the outcome of the fierce battle that had just subsided was more clear and came faster. The slaves who followed Qin Ping had almost no losses, except for two unlucky ones. Dan did not pay attention to the time when Taoliu's light was dull, and was shot by the bullet that recovered its speed, and was gloriously wounded.

"My benefactor, this Tianlong wants to commit suicide, but I have sharp eyesight and quick hands."

Plop, Campbell threw it away casually, and Phildia fell to the ground. In Campbell's other hand, he threw an exquisite pistol. It was antique in color, with pure gemstones scattered in an orderly manner. It looked extraordinary.

After pulling out the knife from a guard's neck, Tezzolo looked at Ferdia who was looking at the ground with some pity. He was originally very close to him, but in the end, the credit was taken away by Campbell, who was more powerful.

Qin Ping crouched down with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "Do you still remember that when you came in, you ordered a swordsman to be shot to death?"

On the ground, the hat of Phildia's jumpsuit has fallen off, and her long hair has fallen to the ground. The tips of her hair have inevitably become a little dirty. At this moment, this old man who has been paying attention to his appearance all his life is a little embarrassed.

Phildia put his palms on the ground, stood up slowly, and shook his head: "Swordsman? I don't remember, those despicable people can't attract my attention yet."

"That's right." Qin Ping raised his head and nodded: "That's right. For a guy like you who has eyes higher than your head, it's normal that you can't see him. But fortunately, I know and know clearly. Clearly."

Qin Ping took off the white rainbow he had been wearing around his waist and said to himself: "His name is Dean, he is an ordinary swordsman, he is 42 or 43 this year, sorry, I can't remember clearly. "

Phildia frowned and looked at Qin Ping with some confusion: "What do you want to say?"

Qin Ping did not answer, and slowly drew out the blade: "His strength is just average. He doesn't even have the courage to take action in front of a guy named Mihawk. It's very difficult to even fight a big red fish man."

When the blade was drawn out, it was still the same knife, but the person holding the knife had changed.

Qin Ping: "However, who calls such a man, but he is my teacher? Tell me whether you should die or not."

Ferdia finally understood something, but his face, which was filled with despair, showed anger: "I am a winner and a loser, it is understandable that you want to kill me, but you should not use those ants to insult me, I will kill them, They don’t deserve even one of my hairs.”

Phildia's voice was loud and clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Sure enough, it's still like this." Qin Ping sighed and shook his head: "But, I don't think so, because, in my eyes, each of them is so clear and different."

"I can see Hancock's helplessness, I can see Kerla's fear, I can see Tiger's hope, and I can see Campbell's kindness. Each of them is such a vivid existence, Even decades later, I can remember them clearly."

Qin Ping said it very sincerely. The expressions on the faces of the people whose names were called varied, but without exception, their eyes were pregnant with some unknown emotions.

However, Ferdia, who was facing all this, wanted to see Qin Ping look like a madman, and then asked Hugh Mills who was standing aside: "What have you been teaching Radelaide? Why does he have this kind of behavior?" A treasonous idea.”

Hugh Mills was also a little shocked by Qin Ping's words, but he chose to support: "I think maybe it is because of this that I can stand here intact."

Shaking his head, Phildia gritted his teeth: "Although I failed today, I have never been so sure as now that my behavior was not wrong. It's just that luck is not on my side. Hugh Mills, your family is completely It’s heresy!”

Ferdia opened his hands: "Come on, kill me with the knife in your hand, and I will watch from heaven how you will destroy yourself."

Raising the knife in his hand, Qin Ping said: "Whether it is heresy or not, I know very well in my heart. As for whether it is self-destruction, I believe it is not you who can decide."

The tip of the knife moved forward slowly. Although his wrist was trembling, Qin Ping's eyes were unusually firm: "But I think Dean is not far away yet. You should still have a chance to rush over and say sorry."

For a long time, Phildia looked at the tip of the knife against his chest, but smiled: "Now I am not convinced of this. I don't even dare to kill people, so what future do you have?"

Before Campbell: "Benefactor, why don't you let me do it? Don't get your hands dirty."

With a sigh, Qin Ping refused: "No need, I'm just saying goodbye to the past me. That life can never go back."

After saying that, he exerted force on his wrist and almost didn't feel any resistance. Bai Hong had already stabbed into Phildia's chest. The blood continued to flow down the blade, and then touched Qin Ping's hand, which was a little warm.

Poof, without saying another word, Phildia lay down on the ground.

Sheathing the knife, Qin Ping looked at Hugh Mills, who was no longer calm, and shouted: "Father."

Hugh Mills looked at Qin Ping, who had grown up a lot almost in an instant, with pleased eyes: "Don't pay attention to what he said, just do what you think is right, I will definitely support you."

Some love is always so heavy and murmuring, Qin Ping mustered up the courage and decided to confess: "Actually, the slaves rioted today..."

"I already guessed it from the time you showed up with these people." Hugh Mills interrupted Qin Ping and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that my son would do such a shocking thing if he didn't do anything."

Qin Ping still felt a little guilty: "But you almost... died."

Patting Qin Ping on the shoulder, Hugh Mills realized that his son was already very tall. He might surpass him in another year or two: "You don't need to blame yourself. My attack may not have anything to do with you, otherwise It’s all such a coincidence.”

At this time, Sora shouted.

"Master, brother, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, damn slaves, you must die."

Charles was naked, his face full of anger, and there was a broad figure in his arms.

Everyone was startled, and the slaves who had just rested were heartbroken and jittery for a while.

After he settled down again, Charles shrank aside with a look on his face, while Herus, who was brought by him, looked at Qin Ping happily and raised the knife in his hand: "Master, you scared me to death. , this is your knife, I have been protecting it from being taken away."

Khruspi's face was bruised and swollen, and there were some stab wounds on his body. The protection of his mouth was that there was really no moisture at all.

After taking Molong, Qin Ping said: "Fortunately, you are fine. Remember next time, people and things are important. Do you understand?"

Not receiving the expected compliment, Khrus said languidly: "Oh, Master."

Qin Ping smiled helplessly: "But you did a good job."

Horus then opened his mouth and became happy.

In the distance, the slaves gathered together again, waiting quietly.

Hugh Mills signaled: "They are all waiting for you. I think you have more important things to do now."

There was some silence. Qin Ping glanced at the crowd and said with a smile: "Yes, I still want to send them out."

Charles was a little worried and volunteered: "Master, why don't I go?"

Qin Ping: "Since they gave up their own safety to help me, I naturally have to ensure their safety. My identity makes it easier to do things."

"Father, let's go first."

Hugh Mills nodded and said, "You must remember to come back safely."

Qin Ping paused, then nodded: "Definitely."

……

The port of the Red Earth Continent is already in chaos. The cries and the flames rising into the sky are all telling the story of what happened here.

At this time, a man came across the sea.

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ps: It’s a hundred chapters. Thinking about it, it’s not easy for me. Up to now, it’s just some reluctance that keeps me writing. I apologize to those who always thought this book was passable. , because updating once a day is indeed the limit of what I can do now, and this is more psychological.

Let’s talk about the plot. I said a long time ago that it is nearing the end, but I accidentally wrote so much. But now I can say with certainty and responsibility that the first volume of Ma is really coming to an end.

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