Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Blood splattered all the way to the ceiling, corpses cut in half, detached. Those lying on the ground and those leaning against the table have already lost their breath, and there is only a dead silence left.

When Afutu returned to the command room, he saw such a cruel scene.

Broken glass, a piece of torn clothing fabric hanging from the sharp part - the smell of blood rushed into the nostrils. Afutu narrowed his eyes slightly, sniffed his nose unhappily, and rubbed the tip of his nose with his index and middle fingers. The beard stubble that I haven't hung for a long time is a bit thorny.

Although this kind of scene has been seen a lot, occasionally I still feel disgusting, not intuitively disgusting, but just feel that this scene is purely irritating to watch. Besides, he took great pains to take care of these guys and followed their orders just to get more pay. As a result, the payer was dead when he came back. Afutu has a kind of white labor of intense discomfort.

Ah, what a hassle. But now that everyone is dead, no one can get up and pay even if they lose their temper.

Afutu kicked a corpse not far from him with his feet.

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"What should we do now?"

If you want to go back to the universe to play house with the little ghost leader, there should be no spaceships that can go to the universe from this place that is almost captured now. Since the rise of Fang Lang and his group, the flights between the earth and the universe have begun to drop sharply, and it is a bit hard to go back and forth now. This has brought a lot of inconvenience to the heavenly people, so the suppression policy against this group of warriors is very fast. it came out. Otherwise, Afu Rabbit wouldn't be running down to scout the enemy's situation in place of the little devil's leader.

But luck is very bad, when scouting the enemy's situation, he was discovered by the samurai, and then the fortress where he was temporarily staying was also attacked. Afutu seriously thought about whether he had offended this group of warriors, and why he was so unlucky every time.

But now is not the time to think about these things either.

Ahhh I really want to go back.

Afutu scratched the back of his head in distress, his braids were torn apart, and now his hair is disheveled and uncomfortable. Although Afutu is very clear that he is usually quite sloppy, but he is still sensitive to this kind of thing occasionally. If the hair is not tied up, it is quite troublesome.

Afu Rabbit brushed his hair by the way, and sighed again.

However, just after he sighed this time, a voice came from behind.

"I paid you, how about doing something for me now?"

Afutu turned his head and saw a green-haired woman standing there leaning against the door.

"Hey, is it okay to hire a semi-disabled person? Although if you are willing to pay the previous salary, I am still very happy."

After all, she was a beautiful woman, and Afutu didn't directly refuse.

If I remember correctly, this woman is also one of the division heads, but this person is different from other idiots, she is a smart woman. Although he doesn't know how strong he is, Afutu has no interest in fighting women.

"You are Yetu, even if you are half-crippled, it is not a loss to hire you."

The woman squinted her eyes and smiled, exhaling a smoke ring.

"Of course I'm willing to do anything if I get paid."

Afutu also laughed. He likes this kind of smart woman who is easy to talk to - of course, this does not mean that he fell in love with a woman at first sight. Although it doesn't hate women, but for the Yetu clan, fighting is far more enjoyable than finding women.

Afutu turned around and faced her. nodded.

"Then let's cooperate."

Fang Lang killed everyone in the command room.

"You seem to be very happy too."

Fang Lang smiled lowly, and he could hear Muramasa's smile coming into his heart. Although it seemed to outsiders that there was nothing, Fang Lang was indeed talking to Dao.

Lifting the red-dyed knife, the blade reflected a cold light, smelling the smell of blood emanating from it, Fang Lang couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking it lightly, but the blood broke in the next second.

"Sure enough, it's still disgusting."

He doesn't like the smell. Although this knife of mine is always clamoring for more, more. Fang Lang suppressed Dao's temper as much as possible, but he still needed to be satisfied.

He still can't control the power of this knife.

But, sooner or later. Maybe not now, but his power can definitely control the village.

Fang Lang could understand why Nishui Jiro and the others gave this demon sword to him for use. Things they dare not use, handing them over to Fang Lang with confidence is also an affirmation of Fang Lang's strength.

"Since they trust me."

It's not just Jiro Mumizu who grows them.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, and the encounter, encounter, bond, and everything he did with Nishui Jirocho and his group back then is vivid in his memory.

"Since they also believe in me."

As soon as the screen turned, there were yellowed photos of Jiro Namizu, Miss Toshi, and Tatsugoro Terada, and it changed into Shinsuke Takasugi, Kotaro Katsura, and Gintoki Sakata.

Takasugi, who always had a straight face, was smiling, and the three of them put their shoulders together.

Yes, they trust me too.

Fang Lang opened his eyes again.

He has been in the torrent of time.

He watched his former partner gradually grow old, but he seemed to be still in place, standing still.

However, this may or may not be an advantage.

Although there is no sign of growth in the body, the strength is indeed gradually accumulating. Whether it is combat experience or combat skills. Absorbed the advantages of partners, Fang

The waves are also getting stronger.

"You can't let them down."

Fang Lang raised the corners of his lips and took a step forward.

No matter how you wear it, you are not used to wearing the samurai uniform at the moment. In the battle, have you gotten used to it a little bit? Fang Lang didn't understand either.

The sportswear that Fang Lang wore not knowing how long ago was carefully folded and put into the cabinet before every battle.

Obviously I hate wearing this kind of clothes with big sleeves the most.

I still remember when I put it on for the first time, it was because there were no clothes to change.

The sandals made a soft rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

Look straight ahead without wavering. ..