Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Once the sun sets, the darkness will strike the sky and cover the earth.

In the dark forest, however, it is extremely peaceful, of course this is relative.

Night is the time when insects are active. It is not clear what kind of insects are singing, but there are at least three or more. If you listen carefully, you may also hear the unique sound of waves crashing on the beach not far away.

However, the most abrupt thing is the crackling sound of a wooden campfire being lit.

Fang Lang sat alone beside the piled up and burning bonfire.

The flickering firelight hit his face, different from the handsome man who had been for a hundred days, and added a more familiar charm and indescribable temperament.

He said that Fang Lang was meditating, but he still remembered turning over the roasted rabbit that was being baked in his hands every few times, but those quiet eyes were also expressing what the owner of these eyes was doing.

And this is what Ming saw when he came back.

Calm, wise and gentle.

Fang Lang's comments that Ming observed were not limited to these.

Ming grew up in the chaos of war. Although she has a grandmother to take care of her so that she will not be crooked, the child can learn and learn to reflect from the environment he comes into contact with.

It's long since Ming himself is not as innocent as he seems.

Ming walked to Fang Lang's side, and sat down.

"Grandma is resting?"

Fang Lang blinked his eyes, recovered from his fugue, and said while turning over the rabbit in his hand.

"Well, grandma still dragged me and nagged me for a while."

Ming stretched.

"Here, this skewer is ready, let's eat it."

Fang Lang handed the roasted rabbit to Ming.

I have to say that Fang Lang roasted really well, neither burnt nor greasy, and roasted until golden. If you look closely, although the crispy skin on the outside is covered with oil, but the irresistible smell of meat is really let People have a big appetite.

Ming took it unceremoniously, looked around with the roasted rabbit, and thought about what to do.

Fang Lang couldn't help but smile lowly when he saw Ming's gluttonous appearance.

Ming just glared at him lazily, and didn't bother with him. While blowing on the roasted rabbit in his hand, he tried to see if he could eat it.

Fang Lang felt that this kind of getting along was not bad, but he didn't care about Ming's little girl attitude.

While Ming was eating, Fang Lang expressed his thoughts.

"Ming, have you considered what Minazuki promised you?"

water without moon...

Something promised to her?

Ming, who was eating rabbit meat, was taken aback for a moment, something flashed in his mind, and he looked up at Fang Lang in surprise, without even noticing the greasy smear on the corners of his mouth and face.

"You mean..."

Fang Lang looked at her and nodded, affirming what she hadn't finished saying, and added: "The next patriarch."

The bonfire was still crackling and burning.

But the two of them didn't speak for a while.

"Hey, I thought what were you talking about," Ming lowered his head and gnawed on the roasted rabbit again, "You don't think so naively that they will really give me that position, do you?"

What a joke, the fact that he can do such a thing for the benefit of his own flesh and blood is nothing more than the power chair of the patriarch.

It's just a lie that was agreed casually, whoever believes it is the real fool.

Therefore, when Fang Lang asked, Ming himself was still thinking about what it was for a while.

The result was really disappointing to her, but since he baked such a delicious rabbit for her, she didn't care.

"No, you didn't understand me."

Fang Lang knew what Ming was thinking when he saw Ming's reaction, but Fang Lang wanted more critical ideas.

"I mean, if you want to sit in this chair, then you can sit in it."

It would be extremely arrogant to say this on someone else.

But for some reason, looking at Fang Lang's appearance, Ming only felt that he could really do it.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

So it wasn't what she thought?

Ming choked.

Fang Lang had no choice but to raise his hand and pat her on the back, so that she could slow down quickly.

Ming wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stared at Fang Lang with wide eyes, and looked back and forth, with a seriousness almost comparable to that of see-through light.

"……What are you doing?"

Fang Lang, the first one who couldn't bear it first, wanted to quickly stop the other party from looking at him like this,

"Seriously, Fang Lang, who are you!"

Ming couldn't take it anymore, so he yelled out.

"Quickly say that you are a prince or an important minister of a certain country, or some upstart with a lot of money, or some other super big guy, otherwise, where do you come from to dare to say such a thing!"

"Pfft!"

It's really rare to see people like Ming going crazy, Fang Lang couldn't help laughing.

"Still laughing! I'm serious!"

"Hi hi hi~"

Fang Lang finally stopped laughing, and then said slowly: "You can't guess any of them. Seriously, I am a free person, but now I still have an identity to be a teacher for a certain kid."

This is not true at all.

but

After Ming finished listening, the whole face was covered with four big characters: "I don't believe it".

Looking at Ming like this, Fang Lang couldn't help laughing again.

It's hard to talk about it, so Ming reluctantly believes that he is indeed like this.

"Why did you say that?"

After another round of squabbling, Ming asked again.

"Because, no matter what choice you want to make, I have a way to help you, but I think this way is the best, whether it is now or in the future."

Fang Lang's eyes darkened.

Thinking of the thought in his mind, he explained to Ming who still didn't understand.

"That is to say, the fact that you became the patriarch of Minazuki has many benefits in itself, not only for you, but also for me."

Ming blinked.

"Originally, I didn't have any idea about the patriarch. After all, I don't envy this position at all,"

Ming said this, but changed the subject: "However, even Fang Lang thinks so, isn't he a patriarch, I want to see what kind of golden chair it is, so addictive, haha?"

It was obviously an imposing oath, but it was said to be playful by Ming.

Fang Lang laughed for a while.

"After all, even Fang Lang said so, why would I dare not go?" ..