(Well... I'm very tired from work, and the classification of those jelly makes Faxi feel like hesitating... And the price of each supermarket is different. The same jelly price is different. Xinhuadu jelly strips are the same as bulk jelly, and the Jellon jelly strips are the same as Maomaomao.. Faxi is so about to vomit blood three liters. Fortunately, the emotions have been replied a lot...)

The sun is clear and peaceful. The waves gently hit the beach, and the waves are constantly repeating their movements.[]

Not far away, a large ship that was storm-torn, Emily Goddess...

The camera slowly approached, and there was still no movement on the ship, and it was quiet... Is it dead silent? Probably, there was no sound. If this appeared at night, it would be no different from the ghost ship? There were traces of being smashed by the waves around the ship. The bronze statue of the bow of the ship was originally wiped by the crew and emitted a bright bronze color, but now it also looks extremely dull and does not have the style of the statue of the former.

The most important thing is that there are many broken masts, connecting ropes that break from the middle. The ropes are made of three thick burlap cloths, one wrapped around one, and the other wrapped around again. The toughness is very strong. As long as it is not cut by a sharp weapon, there is basically no possibility of breaking. However, looking at the fractures, experienced people know that they were torn and broken by huge force, and the two sections of the middle are broken...

The rope is still red...

As we all know, burlap is yellow. There are three burlap lines. Needless to mention three, even if you wrap thirty lines, it will not change color. It is dyed. As for what dye it is, it can only be said that it is poured by people, with blood, and even after scrubbing through the storm, it will not fade anymore.

The camera pulled to the deck, and there were people, but they were all lying on the ground, motionless, as if they were dead. Only the violent ups and downs on their chests could be inferred that they were still living people. The same clothes, the sky blue sailor suit, symbolized their yearning for the ocean and the awe of the sky. There was also a man, a child. The clothes he wore were different. He did not wear a sailor hat. His dark red hair was mixed with a few bunches of golden hair, and the blond hair that exuded a kingly and royal aura. But now the hair that was usually flying was no longer as bright as it was, hanging down weakly, and there was still a pool of sea water below.

In fact, not only this beach, but the deck was wet. Almost everyone was soaked in the sea, but no one stood up. It was not that they couldn't get up, but that they really had no strength. Despite this, they still held the rope in their hands tightly, or the half rope...

How difficult this storm was, it was difficult for everyone to find words that could describe in their hearts. They could only secretly brew words to curse in their hearts. Apart from swearing, there were no sentences that could more perfectly reflect their powerlessness. Although they were still playing with the storm with great pleasure, fortunately, no one could drink together again. Every sailor was smiling bitterly in his heart. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but he could only breathe the fresh air that had passed by the storm and try his best to restore his strength.

With the propulsion of the storm, the ship sailed to the island that Fang Hao was a little worried about, that is, the treasure island, Cordill Island! The island where the treasure was buried fifty years ago, the treasure trooper Gran Del was buried, a whole day earlier than expected. In other words, Fang Hao and the others were likely to stay on this island for two days, and set off the day after tomorrow, just like the expected itinerary, and still arrive at the Kingdom of Goya one day after another. This day was Fang Hao’s 12th day on this ship. (It should be the 12th day, worried...)

"Ahem..." Fang Hao's body was the strongest among these people, and the strongest recovery was also the first person to adjust. He coughed up the sea water that had been drunk in his stomach. Fang Hao sat weakly on the ravaged deck, his face still not very good. After checking his condition, he found that there was only 136 points left in the hp, which was very small compared to the full value of 280 points. (The computer was broken, and the data notes of the Hashi Xi were all in that computer. I didn't know the specific data at all. I cried. In the future, I will store those data notes in the draft box, as long as I don't send it wrong...)

After looking at his hands, his originally fair and delicate skin is still covered in blood and has not recovered. From this, we can probably see what kind of experience Fang Hao has encountered. The hot feeling from his hands still reminds Fang Hao that he is still an individual, not a virtual character made up of a pile of data. However, pain is still a problem that Fang Hao cannot ignore now.

Fang Hao is not a great man. He is just an ordinary rich second generation. Apart from a little more money, there is nothing different from ordinary people. Even his appearance is very ordinary. He is the kind of person who can see three of them when he kicks open five pits one by one. Moreover, there is still an uninhabited person in that pit.

He has never practiced any martial arts, qigong, etc. He has always kept a distance. Although he often watches people on TV with golden guns, he always looks at them from the perspective of viewing. He doesn't know and doesn't think about it. If the gun is inserted into his throat, it can penetrate his throat in an instant...

He has never practiced any external skills or physical training. He can still do push-ups for about 50 seconds, and then it will become soft. He has not practiced any anti-strike training and cannot be immune to pain. Apart from the fact that he has a lot of money, he is such a waste...

Fortunately, he got the system template and did not die, but came to this world...

There were still a lot of bruises on his body, all of which were beaten by the waves. Fang Hao frowned tightly, endured the itching and pain of his body like fire ant biting and crawling around him, and looked at the surrounding environment.

It was very messy, really messy, and there was nothing fixed, and everything disappeared. Cups and coffee tables disappeared, and they were already given to the sea as gifts. Even the fixed chairs and umbrellas were ragged, and some were left with only a trace of broken lotus roots and swaying gently with the breeze.

"Cough cough..." A series of coughs came. It turned out that the sailors had already recovered, and they all got up and sat down one by one. Everyone was smiling bitterly. This time it was really crazy, so crazy that they couldn't believe it. At this time, the sailors in the helm room were not feeling well. In order to resist the pressure of the manic waves of the steering wheel, each of them knew to exhaust themselves. In short, although this time, although they were crazy, they still had a good overall record. (It was over 500, just so happened to... not copied... How should I express my opinion on the one from Piaotian Silk Network??)

It's time to deal with the aftermath, including explaining to the captain... They naturally won't pull Fang Hao out, and they can just take care of everything.

(What I've been saying last time:

Remember my dead classmate? He had an abnormality in the dormitory and fainted. He died before he was sent to the hospital. His dormitory was next to us... We were 604, and they were 603... The week he hung out, the heart was heavy, and then, the second week, did not Huaixi have a deviation in practicing Li Shaobo's martial arts? He went home to the hospital for examination on Monday, rested at home for another week, and went in the next week. He knew it was fine at that time, but he was just lazy. I wonder if it had been 1 week or 2 weeks or? I went back on Friday and Saturday. Then, in order to get the rest of the fare, Huoxi chose to stay in the dormitory.

I was the only one who stayed in my dormitory, and I slept alone. Next door, there was the dormitory where people had died, and there were no one. There were very few people in the entire dormitory area, as if I was the only one, and then I slept alone...

Do you think I am very brave? In fact, I am very timid. I am a scared child. I have been influenced by Lin Zhengying's ghost film since I was a child. The golden coffin of the hushi is still a little scared. But I know that some things can't be avoided and you have to face them bravely. Once you choose to face them, the hushi will not retreat.

Of course, I am not without my support..Faoxi is a person with a very poor sense of security. If you come to my room, you will see a dagger hidden under the pillow and an iron rod next to the bed.. Do you think that if you dare to stab someone?Faoxi was silent, I don’t know if it would happen. As long as it touches the bottom line, Faixi doesn’t mind killing people... Of course, Faixi will definitely destroy the body afterwards, without showing any evidence. Be cautious, it’s not just Fang Hao.

The main topic...Faoxi put a wooden stick beside the bed in the dormitory.Faoxi likes to sleep with a weapon. As long as there is no one around,Faoxi cannot sleep without a weapon...I don't know if the wooden stick can hit him. In fact, it doesn't matter if it can't be hit.Faoxi heard from the old man that saliva has yang energy and can drive away evil spirits.Faoxi thinks, can it eat ghosts?Faoxi doesn't mind doing this when she is anxious...Anyway, if there is really that kind of thing,Faoxi will respect and avoid it, but if it is too bullying...Faoxi often says to her friends: "If the ghost kills me, I will definitely become a ghost, tear the ghost and swallow it into her stomach, so that he will never be reborn!!!"

Haha, this is just a personal idea. Also, something happened that night, but Huoxi never told anyone. When I came in tomorrow, my roommate asked me, because I heard from the old man that if I didn’t say anything about that kind of thing, I would get seriously ill. Tomorrow, Huoxi said, after so long, it should be fine...)
Chapter completed!