Volume VIII 1364 beats Molière

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Molière was beaten and groggy, as if he were in a dream, a dream from which he would never wake up. He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, and with a heavy blow to the head, it stands to reason that he should have fallen unconscious or fallen asleep.

But there is indeed a special situation, people are commonly known as tired, long-term fatigue and depression make people's spirit in a perverted euphoria, at this time let him rest but can not calm down the cerebral cortex.

Molière was now in such a state that his eyes were only slit, and the whole world became strange. Seeing Raymond betraying him and beating him, and seeing the tall pirate ship approaching them, his body was as light as if he had been dragged onto the ship by a rope.

Lying on the deck, his eyes were full of feet, Raymond and the others seemed to be arguing about something, and his own things were snatched away, and his heart was shouting, 'Don't find my codebook, don't find my codebook!' but he couldn't make a sound out of his mouth.

Raymond and the two were beaten by the pirates, who were beaten to their knees like boiled shrimp, and the yellow-skinned pirates dragged them into the cabin by the hair, and it seemed that waiting for them must be a water prison.

There was a loud bang, and the icy sea water splashed on Molière's head, and the sense of sobriety suddenly drove away the drowsiness, and he began to cough violently.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough ...... Don't kill me, I'm British, I'm a sailor on a merchant ship......" Molière's Chinese is still relatively standard, at least the other party can understand it.

"Fuck you! You're a sailor? A sailor carries more than a hundred and twenty metal bullets with a fucking colt, am I a fool to be a grandfather?"

Oh no, I met a connoisseur today, Molière shook the blood on his forehead and looked carefully at the man in front of him. It was a man of small stature but unusually burly, and his dark skin looked like he had been exposed to the sun all year round begging for a living at sea.

There is a big fish embroidery on his chest, and the most impressive thing about this man's facial features is the pair of bulging eyes, which are as convex as a goldfish, and the whole person looks very hideous.

This is definitely a bandit! Looking at the pirates around this man, none of them are good, and the smell of blood on his body even exceeds that of a veteran of a hundred battles.

What's even more surprising is that in a corner of the deck, a woman dressed in Japanese service is topless and fighting with several men, a bowl of liquor is done with her head up, the woman has nothing to do, but the man opposite is drinking down, in exchange for a group of people laughing.

The woman's young, healthy skin is tight and elastic, her wheat-colored skin looks tanned, and the two bulging balls on her chest are firm and beautiful, which makes Molière, who has seen countless European beauties, sigh.

Perfect! The top perfect breasts can only be possessed by women who practice martial arts, and that kind of beauty is not something that weak women can have.

What frightened Molière even more was that in the midst of a group of bandits, a very beautiful Japanese woman, topless and revealing something that should not be exposed, but none of the men around dared to look at her with lewd eyes.

It's not that I don't dare to look at the two balls on her chest, everyone can look at it generously, but there is no trace of ** in everyone's eyes, or they don't dare to have the slightest **.

The pirates looked at the two clumps as if they were looking at their own chests, and their gaze was natural and calm, as if they were seeing two steamed buns, or two coconuts, or two mangoes...... It's just that ordinary and ordinary gaze, without the slightest evil desire between men and women.

This woman must be very terrifying, her aura can not only deter the hearts of this group of pirates, but also deter the primitive ** of all men, it can be seen how terrible this woman is on weekdays!

Molière didn't dare to slack off his brain, so he desperately turned nonsense and opened his mouth to come, "This boss, I didn't lie to you, I really am an English sailor, but my position is an armed escort, so I have a gun ......"

"Fart!" Another punch slammed into Molière's head, and the goldfish-eyed boss grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up from the deck, "You want to lie to me......?

"Hehehe...... It's been a long time since I've drunk people's hearts in hot and sour soup, dig out your heart, and stew it with mackerel and shark fin to drink it!

With a stabbing sound, Molière's clothes were torn to shreds, and his chest covered with golden chest hair was exposed, and it was cold and biting by the sea breeze.

Molière was frightened and came out in a cold sweat, he knew that the bad dishes were not opened in the East, and those stupid Chinese people couldn't tell how many countries there were in Europe.

In the eyes of these blind-eyed Chinese, France, Prussia, the Netherlands, England, ...... There is no difference at all, they all have a unified name called foreign devils.

Now the pirate can clearly tell his nationality, which means that Leo and the others have defected, and they have already confessed.

Just when Molière was thinking about what to do, the goldfish-eyed boss smiled cruelly, "Actually, I don't care what country you are from, as long as I let Lao Tzu and me get rich, I don't care about anything...... But I hate others to lie to me as a fool, if you treat me as a fool, I will eat your heart and sacrifice your life to heaven!"

"Wait! I've got money, I've got money for you, I've got money for you!" Molière yelled, "I've got gold in that leather pocket, and I've got it all for you......"

"Dog's day, are there only a few gold coins enough for us to share? You have never seen gold when Lao Tzu is old? I made a deal on the sea, and I made countless gold and silver dollars, and I can see your few broken gold coins?"

The goldfish-eyed boss roared angrily and opened his bow left and right, and he slipped his big mouth, "I let you look down on me, I will let you look down on me, and that little gold can send me away?"

"Wait, wait, boss!" Molière struggled desperately, desperately explaining "Listen to me, listen to me......" Maybe it was the goldfish's eye and hand that hurt, and he let go and left Molière on the deck.

"Speak, I can't make sense, I'll kill you......"

Molière couldn't wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and quickly touched the leather bag and placed more than twenty gold coins on the deck from inside, and he was about to cry aggrievedly.

"This noble boss! This is not an ordinary gold coin, this is really not an ordinary gold coin, this is a cultural relic! Do you understand cultural relics?"

"I don't understand? Let's put it this way, why do those scholars and big businessmen and officials in Jiangnan like ancient things? That's called literary play, right, right...... You Chinese call things literary antiques, so you understand?"

"These are all gold coins from more than a thousand years ago, they are gold coins from the ancient Roman Empire, but they are valuable, I really don't lie to you, this gold coin can be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold coins now!"

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