Demon Royal Family

Old Tom spent three months repairing the broken ship, and finally stumbling out to sea. Living on an island, Old Tom has dreamed of sailing since he was a child. He has been exposed to it for half his life and knows basic navigation skills. He can barely sail a small sailboat by himself.

Although he calls himself a pirate, he has never killed anyone and has no ability to kill. Old Tom is old and is covered in aches and pains. Whenever he lifts a rusty sword picked up from the sea, his arm will be sore and even When he revealed his identity as a pirate, he would only be laughed at mercilessly. The hand-painted skull and crossbones flag hung on the mast was like a ridiculous joke.

The other pirates they met on the road sneered at Old Tom as his "companion" and laughed at him, who at his age should just find a good place to die.

Old Tom never cared about these remarks. He was just doing what he wanted to do, but he was happy every day. He wasted most of his life and would have died if he did not act willfully. In the last few years of his life, there was nothing more important than doing as he pleased. .

Old Tom liked the excitement, so he followed the crowd and searched for "treasures".

Old Tom could endure loneliness, so almost all treasure hunters gave up, but he persisted.

Small sailboats covered with repair marks sailed near the Isle of Eigg, and fishing nets were dragged underwater.

Old Tom controlled the sail, his wrinkled palms trembling all the time. He took a shuddering sip of rum and choked twice before briefly stopping the trembling under the influence of alcohol.

"Everyone is gone..." Old Tom looked at the empty sea and sighed. He didn't really want to find a "treasure", but he was used to insisting on one thing.

Suddenly the fishing net trembled slightly and something was caught. Old Tom pulled it and found that the fishing net became heavy.

"What is it this time?"

Old Tom struggled to turn the winch and return the fishing net to the deck.

The fishing net shrouded a dead body covered in seaweed. The body was covered with wounds. It had been soaked in water for a long time. The skin was pale and swollen, and the eyes were wide and lifeless.

"Another corpse..."

Old Tom shook his head helplessly, walked forward tremblingly, and touched the eyelids of the dead body with his palms, trying to close his eyes.

at this time.

The chest of the "dead corpse" suddenly rose and fell slightly.

"Is this person not dead yet?" Old Tom opened his mouth wide in surprise and panicked, hurriedly squeezing the chest and abdomen of the "dead body".

Not long after, the "dead corpse" suddenly vomited out a large puddle of water, choked and coughed violently, and his dull eyes gradually became brighter.

Old Tom looked at the body of the person in front of him, his face extremely surprised. According to his common sense, a person with a collapsed chest, broken neck bone, and 30% of his flesh and blood would not survive, and he would not be able to survive even if he was still soaking in the water. How long.

The "dead corpse" pulled the seaweed off his face, revealing a rough and crazy face.

Constantine.

"I'm still alive?" Constantine was so weak that he looked down at his body that was riddled with holes and smiled nonchalantly. "You're not dead yet. It's really a good deal."

The last memory was fixed at the moment when the giant's devastating fist hit him. The severe pain took away his consciousness and his body was wet. Constantine immediately understood what happened and he was fished out. The werewolf blood gives it extremely strong self-healing power, and the evil power of the shaman supports the consumption of self-healing. It can maintain a dying state, but if no one rescues him and breathes fresh air, he will still die in the end. In the sea, truly die. So the person who rescued him was equivalent to saving his life.

Constantine's injuries were horrifying, too much flesh and blood was missing, and he was damaged by Ivo's ghost fire, making it difficult for him to heal on his own. There were terrible scars on the chest, arms, thighs, abdomen, and back, as if they had been bitten by a beast. The ribs were visible from the wound on the chest, and the arm bone of the right forearm was exposed in the air. There was a long and narrow bloody mouth on the back, which could The spine is vaguely visible.

Even though he was injured like this, Constantine was still alive. The wolf blood in his body kept him alive.

"You really left me an incredible memory, you bastard Black Crow!" Constantine gritted his teeth, turned around and saw the trembling old Tom, and asked fiercely: "Hey, old man, did you save me?"

Old Tom swallowed in horror, waved his hands hurriedly, and whispered: "I just picked you up from the sea."

Constantine's eyes were slightly fierce, his claws popped out quietly, and he had murderous intentions. At this time, he caught a glimpse of the hand-painted pirate flag on the mast, and raised his eyebrows, "Old man, are you a pirate?"

Seeing Old Tom nodding, Constantine had a strange expression on his face. He looked up and down at Old Tom's old and thin body and laughed disdainfully, "You are the only one who calls yourself a pirate. You can't even lift a knife."

Old Tom shook his head and did not answer. After hesitating for a while, he passed the rum bottle forward and said, "Young man, do you want a drink to relieve the pain?"

"You dare to call me young man?" Constantine's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the rum bottle. Suddenly he felt his mouth was dry, so he took it and poured it into his stomach.

The wolf blood required a huge amount of energy to survive. Stars flashed in front of Constantine's eyes, and he felt hungry. He said rudely: "Old man, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes." Old Tom shakily took out a dozen pieces of dry and hard black bread. Constantine chewed it with big mouthfuls and ate it all in two or three times. He glared and said, "Is there any more?"

Old Tom had no choice but to take out another bucket of food, which contained bread, fruits, and dried fish, and said, "This is my half-month ration. You..."

Before he finished speaking, Constantine was engrossed in eating with a ferocious look. Old Tom did not dare to stop him and could only watch Constantine finish his food.

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. His stomach digested quickly and converted it into energy to supply the wolf's blood. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Tom's neck. He could break Old Tom's neck with just one force.

Seeing the old guy having trouble breathing, Constantine didn't know why, but he suddenly couldn't do it, as if another will had arisen in his heart to prevent him from killing him. Constantine frowned tightly, and after a long time, when Old Tom's face gradually turned purple, he let go of his hand.

Old Tom breathed heavily, and a circle of black and purple bruises appeared on his neck. He looked at Constantine with complicated eyes. He felt the murderous intention and knew that he had been on the verge of death. He didn't know why the other party wanted to kill him, and he didn't know why he wanted to kill him. Why let yourself go?

Constantine looked down at Old Tom who was collapsed on the deck, and suddenly said arrogantly: "I am short of men now, old guy, you are my first mate now!"

Old Tom looked bitter, "Who are you?"

"I'm a pirate!" Constantine laughed loudly and didn't notice the injury. He ignored Old Tom's depressed expression and pointed in the distance: "First find a port and have a big meal, and then think about what to do." Revenge against the black crows!”

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A huge boulder held by ten people was carried on Ivo's shoulders. The boulder was more than ten times his size. He used it as a weight for jumping training. With just one kick of his legs, he could carry the boulder and jump seven or eight times. meters, has circled Black Crow Harbor twice. The solid muscles on his body are like sculptures, and the sweat on his body reflects the crystal light in the sun.

The body is a warrior's weapon. Daily physical training has become a habit for Ivo. All his free time is used for practice, so he can make rapid progress.

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Ps: I suddenly found that this kind of chapter name is very convenient. I just need to change a number and don’t have to think of a new name\u0026amp;gt;,\u0026amp;lt;