Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The nights at sea did not appear to be cool, and although the sun had dipped into the other side for a long time, the surrounding temperature had dropped very slowly.

It was the first time for Fang Lang to spend the night at sea, and he did not feel uneasy, because at this moment, a lively party was being held on Arrita's ship.

After the pirates looted, they always held a celebration feast on the deck.

In addition to the sound of laughter and frolic of the pirates, only the waves of the sea were tirelessly rising and falling.

The pirates each sat in a few circles, and put the fruit, wine and meat they had just snatched in the middle, and then everyone rushed to grab it, like a hungry man, but heroically ate large pieces of meat and filled a large glass of wine.

In the middle, there are all kinds of improv performances, rap, playing, dancing, and sharing the past experience with each other. Everyone tells jokes, stuns jokes, and laughs at each other.

There are also people who miss their wives and children in their hometown, but as soon as they show their longing, they are infected by the noisy atmosphere and join them together.

They are pirates, villains, people who hate and fear, each with their own dreams, or forced by reality to flee the sea. They are free and easy, heroic, and live a free life without knowing whether they will see the sun of tomorrow.

Live free? Fang Lang didn't know, but he was also infected by this atmosphere. Maybe their so-called freedom was just putting on a golden veil for some dark sides.

But so what.

"Fang Lang, drink!"

The drunk pirate toasted Fang Lang again.

"Cough... No, you continue, I... I'm going to the rest meeting... You continue, continue, don't help me! I can, can walk by myself..." Fang Lang limped while holding his dizzy head. Turn and stagger up to the stern.

He pressed the rail of the boat, put his head outside, and vomited with a "wow".

"Huh..." After vomiting, I felt a lot of relief in my chest. "Fortunately, I am resourceful. I pretended to be very drunk when I was a little drunk, otherwise it would definitely be worse."

Fang Lang leaned back against the rail and looked up at the starry sky. His feet gradually became unable to support the weight of his body, and soon he sat on the deck.

He moved his sore joints, but he didn't expect a pack of cigarettes to fall out of the bag of his suit jacket.

"Huh?" Picking up the cigarette and looking at the label on the package, Fang Lang said abruptly to himself, "Who put it in my pocket? Oh, it must be the bearded guy who happened to be sitting next to me during the party. Just stuffed it in! Hey, what's it called? It seems to be Naik. The dead smoker wants me to learn bad too?"

As a high school student, Fang Lang had never been exposed to alcohol or tobacco, but he didn't expect to break his quit today.

Unpacking it, Fang Lang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out the lighter brought by Earth from his pocket, lit it for himself, and took a sharp breath.

"Cough...so choking?" Fang Lang was a toddler, but he got used to it after a few inhalations.

It is true that taking a sip can make people relax a lot, and it feels as if the head is light and comfortable.

"That... Fang Lang." Suddenly, a boy's voice came to mind beside him.

With his eyes closed, he was sitting on the deck without any image, breathing clouds and mist, Fang Lang was taken aback by the sudden sound, opened his eyes and said angrily: "It's you, Kirby."

Kirby smirked and said, "This is for you."

"towel?"

"I see you're drunk. Cover your face with a hot towel. I often see others do this."

Fang Lang was stunned for a while, and said gratefully, "Thank you." After speaking, he put a hot towel on his face. The sultry touch caused all the pores on his face to open up and promoted blood circulation. In just a few minutes, Fang Lang was able to Much awake.

"Thank you, that's a good idea."

"No no, where."

The sea breeze blew, and the party on the deck continued. I'm afraid these pirates won't stop until the middle of the night.

Aren't you afraid of the navy coming? Fang Lang thought funny, but he was a little envious of this group of people.

But it was only a momentary emotion. After experiencing the previous events, he was full of desire for power. Right now, he is still too weak, but he is the East China Sea of ​​the weakest sea, and his strength is inconspicuous even here.

It is necessary to become strong, then find "Navigator" Nami, and then look forward to the great route.

"Oh, by the way, I remember a moderator sent me a private message." Fang Lang suddenly thought of the palace hall meeting, so he took out his mobile phone and opened this magical software that can make people travel.

A certain moderator: Hello, Brother Chengcheng, I am the major moderator of the Palace Dressing Club. I want to tell you something, please reply when you see it.

After thinking about it, Fang Lang wrote a reply.

Second generation Makoto: I'm sorry, I was a little busy before. Hello moderator, what's the matter?

After clicking send, I thought it would take a while, but I didn't expect it to be back in seconds.

Moderator: That's it. You should have read the membership rules, right?

Brother Chen of the second generation: Uh... what's the matter?

A moderator: Article 2 of the membership rules. Expounds the obligations between the official and members of the Palace Dressing Association.

Second Generation Makoto: Can you put it simply?

A moderator: Well, to put it simply, do you want to earn points? There are roughly two ways to earn points. The first is to log in and sign in every day, and you will get 1-10 points. However, this method has drawbacks. It takes at least 274 years to obtain the title of "God of Raiders".

Second Generation Makoto: Sweat...forget it

. What about the second?

A moderator: Oh, the second is what I want to tell you. There is a "info folder" in your personal center, you need to take a photo with your mobile phone and upload the photo to the "info folder". I will reward you with 0-10 points based on the review report after you upload your photos, of course 0-10 points per photo.

"Wait, I remember that only 100 points is enough for the second title?" Without calculating, Fang Lang came to a conclusion in an instant, "I have 10 points now, and if I'm lucky, I only need 9 photos. Can it be upgraded? But…”

Second Generation Makoto: So simple? What kind of photos are you going to take? Or, what kind of photos can get the most points.

Moderator: I don't know that either. The photos you upload are not reviewed by me, I am only responsible for issuing rewards to you.

Second Generation Makoto: Then...is there any rules?

A moderator: I don't know... You can summarize this by yourself, no matter what, as long as you upload a large amount of photos, there will always be success.

Second Generation Makoto: Oh, thank you. I see.

A moderator: Then come on.

After closing the private chat window, Fang Lang fell into contemplation. Although this may sound a bit inexplicable, it is a good thing.

Speaking of signing in, Fang Lang immediately switched to the homepage and took today's share.

"Good luck, 8 points." Fang Lang smiled.

"What are you doing? What's in your hand?" Kirby looked at him curiously, staring straight at Fang Lang's phone.

Fang Lang was taken aback by him again, and he exhaled: "Phone bugs, you don't know? It's just that these phone bugs are relatively rare."

"Phone bug?"

Kirby was still puzzled, this silver thing didn't look like a worm at all.

Suddenly, Arrita's roar came from a distance, "Keby!!!"

"Yes!!" The poor pink hair stood up straight like a frightened deer, and then quickly ran towards the cabin.

"Poor child." Fang Lang looked at the other person's back with pity, shook his head, and thought of nothing else.

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