Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Ao Biao tried to persuade Chu Zheng to let her create a brilliant future with herself.

Chu Zheng said: No! This glory must be her own, otherwise the progress bar will not go.

She pondered for a long time, the king of pirates, I'm afraid it is not an island.

and so……

She has to contract the pirates at sea.

Ao Biao: "..."

Don't be too greedy!

He has already given in!

Chuzheng was inexplicable: "Your life is in my hands, what else can you do?" Can you hit me? Can you fight?

Ao Biao: "..."

Ao Biao almost choked to death with a bit of blood stuck in his throat.

He now understands a little bit why the main island owner will fall. The little girl's film is not very young, but the method is determined and ruthless.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"May I?"

"..." If you can't kill me, can you still ask me? Are you sick?

"If you have a strong request, I can satisfy you!" Chuzheng looked forward to it: "Do you want to die?" I am a good person now, so I don't want to do anything casually.

"..." Ha ha, don't want to.

People have hope only when they live.

Dead, there is no hope at all.

Chu Zheng took out a porcelain bottle and forced it into Ao Biao.

"What did you eat for me?" Ao Biao wanted to vomit but had already eaten his stomach, and he didn't taste anything.

"Poison, otherwise can it be jelly beans?"

"..."

Chu Zheng handed Ao Biao to the people behind, and turned to face the other pirates: "If you are not convinced, you can come up and fight me."

The pirate glanced at Aobiao who was being framed by others, and his heart burst into emptiness.

Their island owner's martial arts is the best, and they didn't beat this woman. Can they win?

Kang Dang——

Someone lost his weapon.

There were one and two, and the people behind threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Chuzheng handed Ao Biao to the pirates on the ghost island. It was their relatives and friends who died. It was their business how to deal with Ao Biao.

-

The island of Aobiao is different from the ghost island. There are only pirates and slaves on the island, and no ordinary residents.

Chu Zheng found the Owner and Ye Xiuxiu in a dungeon.

The two were separated and switched, and the owner of the big island was tortured by Ao Biao and broke his leg, describing it as withered.

Ye Xiuxiu didn't look very well, lying on the ground, dying.

"Island owner, what do they do?"

Chuzheng held his chin to ponder, and he couldn't kill it. It should be considered miserable for them.

"Close it." It's still closed insurance!

Anyway, I didn't catch it and shut it up, so I just assumed it didn't see it.

"Don't see the Mishima owner?"

"No... I heard that it was on the road, and I was thrown into the sea by Ao Biao." Unless it was a fish, it would definitely not survive.

"..." is a cruel person.

After Chu Zheng dealt with the matter, she came out and saw Zhuang Ping sitting not far away. She paused slightly and turned around.

"Where are your wife and children?"

"Island owner..."

Chu Zheng raised his hand and pressed it down, indicating that he did not need to get up.

"Dead...dead."

"..."

When she went to search on the island, she didn't see Zhuang Ping's wife and children, and thought she was taken away.

After all, most of the women on the island were taken away...

"Island owner, am I very useless?" Zhuang Ping covered his face, his voice was a little choked: "I can't save them, I don't even dare to take revenge..."

"You don't have the ability, and if you go rashly, you just die." Chu Zheng's tone was flat.

"But I'm afraid of death..."

"Who is not afraid of death."

"..."

Yes, who is not afraid of death.

However, Zhuang Ping still has guilt and self-blame in his heart, and his conscience is still there.

It's not that he doesn't want to save his wife and children, he doesn't have that ability, he can't do it.

Chuzheng cannot judge whether Zhuang Ping is doing right or not. She only knows that her choice is based on the premise that she does not regret it.

Chu Zheng turned and left, leaving Zhuang Ping alone.

In the corridor, the boy stood there obediently, Chu Zheng passed by, and he immediately put the cloak in his hand on Chu Zheng.

The weather has turned cooler recently, and the wind has been chilly.

Chu Zheng lifted his cloak and caged the boy in.

Buqian held the back of her hand, brushed her fingers across the palm of her hand, and wrote a few words.

——Are you afraid of death too?

"I'm afraid you will die."

Step light: "..."

She... afraid of her own death?

Is his life so important?

Buqing's heartbeat speeds up unconsciously, and his cheeks feel a little hot.

The young man hung his head in shame, curled his lips, and leaned against Chu Zheng.

"Do you want to find your father?" Chu Zheng asked Buqian curiously.

Buqing froze for a moment, wondering why Chuzheng mentioned this incident suddenly.

He shook his head.

Don't want to.

He also never thought about looking for a father... Although his mother was dying, he must leave here to find his father.

If that person really cares about him, why didn't he show up when he needed it most?

Yes.

The place where you are is special, and most people can't find it at all, and that person can't be blamed.

But he didn't want to look for someone who didn't show up when he needed it most.

——How do you know my father...

People on the island said that his mother was...but his mother had only told him that he was not, he had a father.

"Guess." Chu Zheng held his hand: "We won't find if you don't want to find it. If you think about it someday, we will find it. I will help you whatever you want to do."

Step by step took a look at Chu Zheng, his eyes were clear and bright, unlike the other, weak and dull.

He leaned close to Chuzheng and dropped a kiss on her face.

After the boy kissed, he let go of Chuzheng and ran away struggling.

Chu Zheng looked at his panicked back and shook his head silently.

-

Chu Zheng returned to the room, Bu Qing was already sitting on the bookcase and practicing calligraphy.

After a period of practice, although the character is not beautifully written, it is not a dog crawling.

Chu Zheng entered the door and showed her the copybook lightly, like a kid asking for praise.

"It's very well written." Chuzheng said in a complacent compliment.

Buqing didn't know if he didn't hear it, or if he heard it, as long as it was her praise, he felt happy.

The teenager wrote on the paper with a pen.

——But I can't write your name.

——Can you teach me?

"bring here."

Buqing immediately took the pen and ink, trot to Chu Zheng's side, and took the initiative to sit next to Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng encircled him, wiping his lips and lightly across his cheek.

The young man turned his eyes slightly, the two eyes met in the air, something seemed to be growing in the air.

Buqing heard his heartbeat, thunderous in his ears, and his blood boiled.

Swallow step by step, purse the corners of your lower lip, and close your eyes slightly.

"Want me to kiss you?"

"..."

He shook his head lightly and turned his head away, but a hand next to him intercepted his head and broke his head back.

The familiar breath invaded, Buqian was unable to resist, her eyes closed slightly, and she vaguely saw her appearance, the eyelashes swept across the skin, and the trembling that brought him made his mind ripple.