Pirate Movie King

After Delevingne recovered from his illness, Boss Delfa opened another antique shop with Brown's help!

The newly opened antique store is located in a prime location near the pier in the port area.

A three-story small bungalow without a garden, about six to seven hundred square meters, is considered priceless in a place like the Royal Capital where land is at a premium.

Outside the antique shop!

Far away, Ivan saw a fat figure at the door of the store, holding a water tank the size of a bathtub with both hands and moving "humming hummingly".

"Quick, quick, come and help me." Delevingne's eyes were also very sharp. After seeing Ivan walking toward him from a distance, he hurriedly put down the water tank, wiped his sweat, and waved to him.

"What's going on?" Ivan asked as he rubbed the ordinary water tank.

"Damn it, I don't know. Uncle insists on this tank." Delevingne wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to Ivan: "I asked him to spend money to hire two porters. I don't agree to it."

"I'm exhausted"

"" Ivan looked at Draven speechlessly, who was still wiping his sweat. Then he stretched out his hand to hold the diameter of the water tank, then easily lifted the water tank and carried it on his shoulder.

Seeing Ivan's heroic scene, Draven was immediately stunned!

"Damn it, brother, why didn't I know you were so strong before?"

At this time, on his plump face, his mouth could fit into an adult's fist, and his eyes were as big as bulging eggs.

Ivan carried the water tank into the store with a calm expression as he followed him all the way, dumbfounded.

In the store, Nono was cleaning with Eve. When she saw Ivan walking in with a water tank on his shoulders, he was surprised and stopped what he was doing.

After finding a good place to put down the tank, Ivan patted Delevingne's shoulder meaningfully without saying a word.

"Brother Ivan, don't do this kind of thing again in the future." Nono ran over with a handkerchief with a distressed expression on his face, "Let Brother Deleving do these dirty jobs from now on."

After hearing what his sister said, Draven immediately ran to the water tank with an autistic look on his face, squatted down and cried silently.

"Let me wipe your sweat." The girl held a towel in her slender hand and raised her wrist to try to wipe away Yi Wen's sweat. The body fragrance like an orchid in an empty valley made him slightly panicked.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Seeing Eve walking over with a cup of tea, he hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief in his slender palm and wiped it on his face.

After wiping, he took the tea brought by Eve and drank it all in one gulp.

“Good tea, good tea”

Seeing his panic, Nono's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile.

"Mr. Brown was here this morning."

"Oh?" Ivan looked up at Eve.

"He asked us not to go out these days, for fear of causing trouble." Eve's sexy and magnetic voice was solemn, "The Celestial Dragons are here! There was a lot of commotion outside in the morning, and there were many navy! "

When she was still in Nangang, she heard a lot of ugly things about big shots.

The world is as black as a crow, and even the world's nobles, the Celestial Dragons, look like birds.

"Well, it seems that Brother Brown knows something." Ivan pondered for a moment and nodded, "Then you and Nono come back to my place later."

"Uncle Delfa went there." He turned to look at Draven, who was standing aside.

“Going to the dock to purchase goods.”

"I'm going back with Nono Eve first. When he comes back, tell him not to open a shop these days." Ivan frowned slightly.

Time flows in a way that does not change according to anyone's will, and it is evening in the blink of an eye.

Tonight is coming earlier than usual.

It was only six or seven o'clock, and every house was lit with either weak or bright lights.

At this moment, looking down from a high altitude, the entire royal capital seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​bright yellow lights.

Among them, the lights located in the center of the royal capital are even more intense, as if they are a ball of yellow that cannot be dissolved.

There, surprisingly, was the location of the old Bell King's palace.

A melodious and beautiful melody slowly flowed out from it, and at this moment, the magnificent hall was filled with singing and dancing.

"Banderas Saint, are you satisfied with my arrangement?"

A skinny and short old Mediterranean man sitting at the top asked the figure wearing a strange space suit and a glass hood sitting in the VIP seat.

"Satisfied, Lu Enqing." The Tianlong man's drooping face like a Shar-pei was covered with dense velvet, and his two eyes, one big and one small, stared at the dancer in the middle of the hall with a lustful light. Several figures.

"Hey," suddenly, he sighed, "It would be great if there were younger ones, I like those who are still childish!"

Upon hearing this, Mandela, who always knew what he meant, immediately leaned over and said in his ear: "The Bell City is so big, how about I find a few for you?"

"That's all, that's all. Lu Enqing and I are old friends. It's not good to cause him any more trouble here. Let's just make do with these few. When we leave, we can quietly grab a few more younger girls. Let’s go.” Banderas Saint waved his hand, looking magnanimous.

"The villain understands"

"By the way, Banderas Saint, why did you come to the Old Bell Kingdom? Don't say you came to visit me." The king, who usually seemed very dim and confused to others, suddenly asked.

"I'm here to settle the grudges from six years ago." Hearing the host ask, his sagging cheeks hidden behind the glass cover trembled.

"Oh? It's Joe Morrison."

After the king said these words, the atmosphere was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he waved his hand.

The melodious and cheerful music suddenly stopped, and the dancers in the main hall also bowed and stepped aside.

The originally lively atmosphere where the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves suddenly fell silent.

"Ta, ta, ta"

The old king with a hunched back and Mediterranean hair came over and sat directly opposite Banderas Saint.

Behind Banderas Saint, Mandela, who was wearing a pure black suit and a large cloak, frowned slightly when he saw Lunes's rude behavior.

"We are all old friends, so I'll just get straight to the point."

"Huh?" Banderas Saint stared at him closely with two eyes, one big and one small, waiting for his follow-up.

"I don't care what kind of trouble you make or how much conflict there is." The old king's eyes widened and his momentum slowly rose: "This time, don't affect my country and my people!"

"Absolutely not!!!"

"Are you ordering me?, Sir Lu Ens." Banderas Saint's face turned dark instantly: "Don't forget your identity, don't forget, I am a descendant of the Creator who created the world, you are just Just a mortal king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn!

The two stared at each other for a long time. Facing the old king who showed no sign of weakness, Banderas Saint's expression slowly softened as he thought of something.

"Okay, I promise you this time, for the sake of previous favors!"

"I hope you can do what you say!"

After a while, the melodious music sounded from the hall again!

Outside the main hall, a tall figure with a short haircut had been standing there for a long time holding a sword with complicated eyes!