days in the world of pirates

In the sunshine, Mo Sen hugged his hands tightly, holding the [paper kite] in his arms, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a long gaze.

On the ground, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground groaning, and some even had weapons scattered around.

This scene, just looking at it, makes people feel that it is full of master's temperament.

if,

It would be better if all the clothes on Mo Sen's body were turned into strips of cloth, even his chest muscles and thighs were exposed.

Flying Squirrel's eyes were twitching wildly. He seemed to really start to believe what Xiu Zuo said, and he also understood what kind of player Moson was.

"Mo Sen, that..."

"How about it, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, are you stunned by my handsomeness? Are you satisfied with the effect?"

"I mean, your clothes..."

"Don't worry about the details, it's enough if the person is good-looking."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Asshole, I mean there's a cut on the right butt of your pants!" Flying Squirrel finally couldn't help but yelled at Mawson.

"Oh, shit, you're overdoing it. You guys are still looking at it? What a bunch of perverts!"

At this time, Mo Sen couldn't care less about pretending, and watched all eyes fall on his butt.

I felt my anus tighten, and I covered the hole with one hand. I shaved in six postures continuously, and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Uh...hiss..."

"It hurts, you bastard!"

The dozen or so guys lying down suddenly forgot about the pig-headed faces they had been beaten by Mo Sen, and they all laughed despite the pain.

For this narcissistic boy, being embarrassed may be more uncomfortable than being injured.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

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After returning to the dormitory and changing into new clothes, Mo Sen saw that Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel had already started teaching them.

The teaching is divided into pairs of battles, and Lieutenant Flying Squirrel will point out their shortcomings during the battle.

Unfortunately, because the number of people was an odd number, Varicroz was left alone and was practicing alone.

The moment he saw Mo Sen appear, Lao Wa felt bad.

"Vary Crozier, you go and spar with Mawson!"

Sure enough, as expected, Lao Wa's fair and rosy face turned dark, and coupled with the swelling that didn't go away, it was very funny.

Mo Sen smiled maliciously, "I hold grudges very much. You stabbed me just now, but you can't just let it go."

Moreover, we agreed to practice the six postures together, but you secretly practiced more and even mastered the weapons and colors. How can you bear it?&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Just when he was about to express his affection for Lao Wa, Flying Squirrel added: "Mosen, you can't use the Six Styles, and you can't take the initiative to use the fruit ability!"

???

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, you must know each other, right?

No wonder I looked at you all wrong just now. Lao Wa’s father is a major general in our headquarters, so it’s not surprising that you seem to know each other well.

However, your naked collusion in front of me is going too far.

Looking at Lao Wa who remained silent and just drew his sword, Mo Sen returned a resentful look to Flying Squirrel, almost taking his soul away.

Ahem, sin, I’m not blaming you, don’t get me wrong, my orientation is normal!

"Lao Wa, come on, don't think that mastering domineering will give you capital. I will tell you with practical actions what it is like to be handsome and powerful at the same time."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Mo Sen, you are not allowed to use knowledge or sex. I want to see your true swordsmanship level." Flying Squirrel added to Mo Sen.

mmp!!

Believe it or not, I will cut off your mohawk with one knife and turn you into a big bald man.

I focused my attention on Lao Wa again, and decided to get it back from you. I can't defeat you yet, so I'll give it a try.

I, Mo Sen, bully the weak and fear the strong, and am a thief!

"Laowa, give me a knife, 'Bald Donkey, I will remember you'."

Mo Sen stepped forward and struck with a knife. He decided to give Lao Wa a shape similar to that of a flying squirrel.

This is a technical job.

Lao Wa is a stuffy gourd similar to his younger brother Vincent, who is cold on the outside but hot on the inside. However, Vincent is really stuffy, while Lao Wa is stuffy and stuffy.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

This was the gossip Tess told him in the solitary room.

Lao Wa has indeed made a lot of progress during this period, but apart from the initial mastery of the weapon colors that sometimes work well, there is still a big gap between him and Mo Sen.

Mo Sen's strongest point is neither his fruit ability, nor his six styles, nor his yet-to-be-opened power of knowledge and color.

His strongest points are his body and sword skills, although his progress has slowed down since he mastered Zhan Tie.

However, there are strengths and weaknesses in cutting iron. Cutting a piece of rough iron is certainly not the same concept as cutting a piece of fine steel that has been tempered for thousands of times.

Although his progress has slowed down, it has steadily improved. It's just that his usual opponents are stronger than him, so it doesn't show that.

The strong wind pressure almost suffocated Warikroz. Only the serious Mawson knew how terrifying it was.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

brush!

After his hair was shaved, it was still the area where he stabbed his waist. Otherwise, how could he be said to be sultry?

"Ding……"

Mo Sen's [Paper Kite] appeared at some point and blocked this moment.

Lao Wa missed a single blow and retreated.

A knife blade was swept close to the scalp, and one side of the originally good-looking figure (compared to Sanji) was shaved clean, and the silver-gray head fell to the ground.

"Wait a minute, Lao Wa!"

Warrick Crozier's face was dark. He was sure that this kid Moson was sincere. Didn't this narrow-minded guy just stab him and cut off his head so much?

"Come again!"

Men and coquettish guys usually accept death, so Mo Sen doesn't have to fight him with all his strength, so he can also temper himself.

Perhaps due to Mo Sen's stimulation, Lao Wa's knife was wrapped with a layer of colorless energy, which increased his attack power by several percent.

Mo Sen's eyes lit up, and he felt deeply about this newly awakened level of armament.

Armed colors like Shuzuo and even Zefa are too powerful, and the feeling is not as clear as the one I just mastered.

Mo Sen did not block, but instead withdrew the knife and actively used his arm to meet Lao Wa's tip.

He wanted to use his body to feel this weak domineering force, and it wouldn't hurt him anyway. Although he had been exercising non-stop during this period, the armed color hidden in his body had not moved.

Warikroz was startled and quickly pulled back his strength, but it was already a step too late.

The tip of the knife pierced the arm less than two centimeters before it slipped away. When the muscles moved, not even much blood came out of the wound.

"Haha, okay, Lao Wa, keep coming."

Although he was injured, Mo Sen didn't care. He really didn't know what strange attributes he had awakened in this world. He used to be afraid of pain to death, but now he actually enjoys it a little bit.

Warrick Crozier's eyes were complicated, he didn't expect you to be such a Moson.

Wouldn't it be dangerous for me to stay in the dormitory in the future?

Lao Wa seemed to have thought of something, and shivered all over. He shook his head to drive away some of the unharmonious images.

Fight with Mawson again.