Demon King

Old Tom spent three months repairing the broken ship, and finally stumbled out to sea. EΩ novel www. ┡1XIAOSHUO. COM lives on an island. Old Tom has a dream of sailing since he was a child. He has been fascinated for half of his life. He knows basic sailing skills and can barely drive a small sailboat by himself.

Although he claims to be a pirate, he has never killed or has the ability to kill. Old Tom is getting older and his whole body is suffering from illness. Whenever he lifts a rusty sword picked up from the sea, his arm will be sore, even He showed his identity as a pirate, and he would only be ridiculed ruthlessly. The hand-painted skull flag hung on the mast was like a ridiculous joke.

Other pirates who came across on the road sneered at Old Tom, a "comrade", and laughed at him at his age. He should find a good place to die.

Old Tom never cared about these remarks, he was just doing what he wanted to do, but he was very happy every day, wasted most of his life, and died if he was not willful. In the last few years of his life, there is nothing more important than doing whatever he wants. .

Old Tom likes to be lively, so he follows the trend and searches for "treasures".

Old Tom can bear loneliness, so almost all treasure hunters give up, only he is still insisting.

Small sailboats full of repair traces sailed near Aiger Island, and fishing nets were towed under the water to salvage.

Old Tom controlled the sails, his wrinkled palms were shaking all the time, trembling and drinking a sip of rum, choking twice, only briefly stopped shaking under the influence of alcohol.

"Everyone is gone..." Old Tom looked at the empty sea and sighed. He didn't really want to look for "treasures", but he was used to insisting on one thing.

Suddenly the fishing net quivered slightly, and when he caught something, Old Tom tugged and found that the fishing net became heavy.

"What is it this time?"

Old Tom worked hard to turn the winch and take the fishing net back to the deck.

A dead body covered by seaweed was shrouded in fishing nets, covered in wounds, soaked in water for a long time, his skin was pale and swollen, and his eyes were wide open and silent.

"It's another corpse..."

Old Tom shook his head helplessly, walked forward tremblingly, and put his palm on the eyelid of the corpse, trying to close his eyes.

at this time.

The chest of the "dead" suddenly fluctuated slightly.

"This person is not dead yet?" Old Tom opened his mouth in surprise, a little flustered, and hurriedly squeezed the chest and abdomen of the "dead".

Before long, the "dead" suddenly vomited a large puddle of water, coughed violently, and gradually the godless eyes began to look bright.

Old Tom looked at the body of the person in front of him, his face was extremely surprised. In his common sense, people with collapsed chests, broken neck bones, and missing 30% of their flesh and blood cannot survive, and they are still in the water. How long has it been.

The "dead" ripped off the seaweed on his face, revealing a rough face.

Constantine.

"I'm still alive?" Constantine looked weak and looked down at his battered body, showing a nonchalant smile, "It's not dead, it's really earned."

The last memory freezes at the moment when the giant's devastating fist hit him. The pain robbed him of his consciousness. His body was wet. Constantine immediately understood what had happened, and he was salvaged. The blood of the werewolf endows it with a strong self-healing power, and the shaman's evil power supports the self-healing consumption, and can maintain a near-death state, but if no one salvages him to breathe in the fresh air, he will eventually become rotten. In the sea, really die. So the one who salvaged him was tantamount to saving his life.

Constantine's injuries were terrifying, and he was missing too much flesh and blood. He was damaged by Ivo's flames, and it was difficult to heal himself. Terrible scars were left on the chest, arms, thighs, abdomen, and back, as if they had been bitten by a beast. The ribs were deep in the chest wound. The arm bones of the right forearm were exposed in the air, and there was a narrow blood port on the back. Vaguely saw the spine.

After being injured like this, Constantine was still alive, and the wolf blood in his body maintained his life.

"It really left me an incredible memorial, **** black crow!" Constantine gritted his teeth bitterly, turned his head to see the trembling old Tom, and asked fiercely: "Hey, old man, did you save me?"

Old Tom swallowed in horror, waved his hand hurriedly, and whispered: "I just picked you up from the sea."

Constantine's eyes were slightly fierce, his claws popped out quietly, and he was murderous. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the hand-painted pirate flag on the mast and raised his brow, "Old man, are you a pirate?"

Seeing Old Tom nodded, Constantine looked weird, looked up and down the old Tom's thin body, laughed disdainfully, "You still call yourself a pirate, you can't even lift a knife."

Old Tom shook his head without answering. He hesitated for a while, and passed the rum bottle in his hand forward. "Young man, do you want to drink to relieve pain?"

"Dare you call me a young man?" Constantine's eyes were cold and he glanced at the rum bottle. Suddenly he felt dry and dry, so he took it in his hands and poured his head into his stomach.

Wolf blood requires a huge amount of energy to survive. Constantine's Venus has a cold before his eyes, and his hunger surges up. He is polite: "Old man, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes." Old Tom tremblingly took out a dozen pieces of dry brown bread, Constantine gulped, and ate them two or three times, staring: "Anything else?"

Old Tom had to take out another bucket of food, which contained bread, fruit, and dried fish, and said, "This is my ration for half a month, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Constantine ate his head and ate it viciously. Old Tom didn't dare to stop him, so he could only watch Constantine finish eating his food.

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. His stomach quickly digested and transformed into energy to supply wolf blood. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Tom's neck, and he could break Old Tom's neck with just one effort.

Seeing this old guy's breathing difficulty, Constantine suddenly couldn't get his hands off for some reason, as if another will had arisen in his heart to prevent him from getting the killer. Constantine frowned tightly, and after a long time, when old Tom's face gradually turned purple, he let go of his hand.

Old Tom hurriedly breathed, a circle of black and purple bruises appeared on his neck, his eyes looked at Constantine complicatedly, he felt the killing intent, he knew he was going around the ghost gate, he did not know why the other party wanted to kill himself, and Why did you let yourself go.

Constantine looked down on the old Tom who collapsed on the deck~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and suddenly said madly: "I am currently short of men, old fellow, you are now my chief mate!"

Old Tom looked bitter, "Who are you?"

"I'm a pirate!" Constantine laughed loudly. He didn't notice the wounds. He ignored Old Tom's gloomy expression and pointed to the distance and said: "Find a port to eat first, and then consider how Take revenge on the black crow!"

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A huge boulder hugged by ten people was carried on his shoulders by Ivo. The boulder was more than ten times his size. He used it as a weight for jump training. He was able to jump out of the boulder with a kick of his legs. Mi, has already circled Black Crow Harbor twice, his body's solid muscles are like sculptures, and the sweat on his body reflects crystal light in the sun.

The body is the soldier's weapon. Daily physical training is already a habit for Ivo. All his free time is used by him to practice, so he can make rapid progress.

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ps: Suddenly this kind of chapter name is so easy, as long as you change the number, you don’t have to think about a new name >, &1t;