C1365 Punching Molière

Molière was beaten unconscious. He felt like he was in a dream, a dream that he would never wake up from. He had not slept for two days. In addition to the heavy blow to his head, he should have fainted or fallen asleep.

However, there was indeed a special kind of situation. People often said that they were too tired, and the long period of fatigue and depression caused them to be abnormally excited. At this time, they were unable to calm down their cerebral cortex even if they wanted to rest.

Molière was currently in this kind of realm, with only a slit between his eyes, the entire world became strange and strange. Seeing that Lei Meng had betrayed him and beaten him up, and also seeing the tall pirate ship nearing them, his own body felt light, as if he had been dragged onto the boat by a rope.

As he laid on the deck, his eyes were filled with legs, Lei Meng and Lei Meng seemed to be arguing about something, as their things had also been stolen away. In his heart, he was shouting, "Don't find my codebook, don't find my codebook!" But no sound came out of his mouth.

Lei Meng and Yue Yang were beaten up by the pirates until they looked like cooked prawns as they bent over. The yellow-skinned pirate dragged their hair into the cabin, it seemed like the water prison was waiting for them.

With a splash, the ice-cold seawater splashed onto Molière's head. The soberness immediately drove away the dizziness, and he started to cough severely.

"Cough, cough, cough …" Cough cough cough … "Don't kill me, I'm an Englishman, I'm a sailor on a merchant ship …" Molière's Chinese was still relatively standard, at least the other party could understand it.

"Fuck you!" Are you a sailor? Sailors use his mother's Colt? You carried more than 120 metal bullets, do you think grandpa is a fool? " With a bang, an iron fist smashed into Molière's face, causing stars to fly all over the place.

Oh no, I met an expert today. Molière shook the blood from his forehead as he looked at the man in front of him. It was a short but abnormally tall and sturdy man. The black skin on his body clearly showed that he had spent many years at sea trying to survive.

The embroidery of a large fish could faintly be seen on his chest. The most impressive feature of this man was his pair of bulging eyes. They were bulging out like goldfish, making him look extremely malevolent.

Bandit! This was definitely a Bandit! Looking at the pirates around the man, none of them were kind people, and the smell of blood on their bodies even surpassed Veterans of the Hundred Wars's.

What was even more surprising was, in a corner of the deck, a woman dressed in Japanese clothing was drinking wine with a few men on his upper body. He was drinking with a bowl of liquor while the man opposite his was still drinking and laughing.

The woman's young and healthy skin was tight and elastic, the wheat colored skin looked like it was exposed to the sun, and her chest was puffed up with two tough and beautiful lumps. This made Molière, who had seen countless European beauties, exclaim in admiration.

Perfect! Only martial arts practitioners could have a top perfect chest. That sort of beauty wasn't something that a weak girl could have.

What made Molière even more afraid was that in the middle of a group of bandits, there was a pretty Japanese woman who was bare-chested and exposed everything that should not be exposed, but none of the surrounding men dared to look at her with lecherous eyes.

It wasn't that they didn't dare to look at the two balls in front of her chest. It wasn't that they didn't dare to look at the two balls in front of her chest.

The pirates looked at the two buns as though they were looking at their own breasts. Their eyes were calm and natural, as if they were looking at two steamed buns, or two coconuts, or two mangoes … It was just that such an ordinary gaze did not have the slightest bit of lust between a man and a woman.

This woman must be extremely frightening. Her aura not only intimidated the hearts of these pirates, but also intimidated the primal desires of all men. From this, one could see just how terrifying this woman usually was!

"This boss, I am not lying to you. I am really an English sailor, but my position is an armed guard, that's why I have a gun …"

"Bullshit!" With a loud bang, another fist landed on Molière's head. The goldfish eyed boss grabbed his hair and lifted him up from the deck, "You want to lie to me? "Just now, both of them confessed. You, damn it, are clearly French, and you are also a Frenchman that came to fight against the Ryukyu. You sure have lived enough …"

"Hehehe …" It's been a long time since I've had human heart acid soup. It'll definitely be delicious to dig out your heart and stew it with mackerel and fish wings! Since you want to lie to me, then I will dig out your heart and eat it! "

With a ripping sound, Molière's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing his golden chest and hair.

Molière was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that the food was bad, the people in the East did not have any wisdom, those foolish Chinese people could not even tell how many countries existed in Europe.

In the eyes of these blind Chinese, France, Prussia, the Netherlands, Britain... There was no difference, they all had a common name called the foreign devil.

Now, this pirate could clearly state his nationality. This meant that Leo and the others had already betrayed him. They had already told him everything.

Just as Molière was thinking of a way to deal with this, the goldfish eyes laughed sinisterly. "Actually, I don't care which country you are from, as long as I get rich, I don't care about anything else. But what I hate the most is for others to take me for a fool and cheat me. If you think I'm a fool, then I'll eat your heart and sacrifice your life to the heavens! "

"Wait! "I have money, I have money to give you, I will sell myself to you all!" Molière bellowed: "I have some gold coins in my leather bag, I have given it all to you guys …"

"F * ck, is that even enough for us to split?" Do you think I've never seen gold before? I made a business deal in the ocean and earned countless gold and silver. How many lousy gold coins are you interested in? "

The goldfish eyed boss roared furiously as he opened his mouth wide, "If I make you look down on me, damn you, if I make you look down on me, would that little bit of gold be enough to send me away?"

"Wait, wait for boss!" Molière struggled desperately, trying to explain. "Listen to me explain, listen to me …" Maybe it was because the goldfish eyes were hurting, he let go of Molière and threw him onto the deck.

"Speak!" "If you can't make sense, I'll kill you …"

Molière didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly reached into the leather bag to place more than twenty gold coins on the deck.

"This honorable boss!" This wasn't an ordinary gold coin, this really wasn't an ordinary gold coin, this was a cultural relic! Do you know anything about cultural relics? "

"Don't understand? Let's put it this way. Why do the scholars of Jiangnan and the officials of the big merchants like ancient things? That's called a game of art, right! You Chinese call it antiques, do you understand? "

"This is the gold coins from a thousand years ago, they were the gold coins from the time of the Ancient Rome Empire, they are really valuable, I'm really not lying, one gold coin can be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold coins!"