A strange smell came.

Roque looked at the rickard in front of him who was being picked up like a chicken, and then froze... Nima, turned out to be incontinent.

Syllable!!

"Wasn't you very dragged just now, you even wanted to kill me."

Syllable!!

"Did you kill it?"

Syllable!!

"Who do you think you are? Even if your father is Ligang, Lao Tzu is not afraid. ”

Almost every time he said a word, Roque would slap him in the face.

Soon, Ricka's face was already red and swollen like a pig's head... Oh, by the way, it's possible that you will be lifted up by the neck and suffocated.

"Hmm... After a dozen slaps, Ricka finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rolled his eyes, passed out, and kept spitting some white foam in his mouth.

"It's a coward... Isn't that awesome just now? ”

Roque muttered and let go of his hand, turned his head to look at Zefa in the distance, and smiled at him.

"Hey, if there weren't so many people here, would you think you would still be alive?" Roque had a little regret in his heart.

It is indeed impossible for him to kill Lika today, because there are too many people around, and if he really kills a recruit who will become a navy in front of so many people, then the navy and him will become incompatible.

At least for now, he doesn't want to get into a complete standoff with the Navy.

And there is an even more important reason... That was when his killing intent was strong, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was stagnant, and a momentum directly enveloped him, if he really dared to make a move, then the next second it would not be Lika but him who would be unlucky.

As for the source of power, there is still a need to guess, the only power that can make him feel threatened here is Zefa.

"Hancock, let's go."

"Uh-huh." Hancock nodded his head, put the handkerchief back in his arms, and then caught up with Roque.

"Roque, you're okay just now."

"It's fine."

"You didn't have to do it for me just now..."

"Hancock."

"Huh?"

"You don't have to be afraid of me anymore, because I won't let others hurt you." Roque touched Hancock's head and smiled.

"Oh—" Hancock let Roque touch her long, silky black hair, her head down as she thought about what Roque had said earlier.

"This kid is really..."

Zefa looked at Roque's back in the distance and was a little stunned, he was a little frightened by the killing intent that Roque had just released, you must know that he had exterminated so many pirates, and it was rare to see someone with such a strong killing intent, like a bloody demon god.

If he hadn't stopped it just now, he believed that Roque would have killed Ranka... Alas, he felt that the world would not be at peace in the future.

...

The night gradually enveloped the whole land, and the starlight was like a pinch of silver sand, as if the whole sky was covered with a layer of crystal black veil.

Under the street lamps, the trees are bleak, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the wind blows gently, which makes it seem a little lonely.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, ten thousand... Call. Roque paused and wiped the sweat from his face, holding a wooden knife in his hand.

Ever since he was given a handful of hands by that guy from Lika, he always wondered if he should learn some weapons to defend himself, if there was a weapon at the time, wouldn't it be solved directly, and he was not a fool, he always used his fists to fight hand-to-hand when fighting with others, how painful it would be.

Therefore, under the consideration of various factors, he chose the weapon of the knife for no other reason, just because in the comics of his previous life, it seemed that the knife was quite a bad look.

Of course, this is just a melee type of weapon, as for the long-range attack weapon, he has thought about it, just a special sniper rifle, a headshot thousands of kilometers away, and whoever is unhappy will secretly come to a bullet in the future, this feeling seems to be good.

As the so-called advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended, eighteen kinds of martial arts, proficient in everything, and many skills are not pressing.

Originally, he was going to find a navy with a knife to ask for advice, but he didn't expect those guys to refuse directly, he thought it should be the guy who was playing tricks, but he couldn't catch those navy and beat them up and coerce others to teach them to practice.

As for Anos .... Uncle is a hand-to-hand fighter like Zefa, and it's useless to look for it.

There was no way, in desperation, Roque had to practice by himself, he didn't know anything about how others practiced knives, so he had to use the stupidest but simplest method, that is, to swing the knife 10,000 times a day with his left and right hands.

Well, at least that's pretty much what he watches on TV.

So every time he came back from the Navy training ground, Roque waited for his muscles to relax and then began to pick up the wooden knife, constantly swinging it forward.

It looks like a robot that only repeats the same movements.

"Ahh I'm so tired. The soreness in his arms came, and Roque sat directly on the ground.

He looked up at the sky in a daze.

Is it okay to not know people from another world?

He has been here for a while, and he has gradually adapted to life here, because he lives in the naval base, so he does not have such a sense of crisis, but sometimes he still misses the old world.

Fortunately, he was an orphan, and he was a man who liked to run around, so for him, those people were just passers-by in his life, and there would be no sadness.

He's dead anyway, and it won't be long before no one remembers him again.

Sometimes, though, he still remembers the world he used to live in.

"Well, go and go, and think about what this thing is for." Roque jumped to his feet, shook his head, and said.

Perhaps it was providence that brought the other half of his life into this world.

He was glad to be in this world, and although he didn't seem to be likable to the crowd right now, Arnos was very nice to him, and he had met Hancock, a little girl, and of course he might get to know more and more people in the future.

For these people who love him, he must protect them, so he must have extremely strong power.

Thinking of this, Roque picked up the wooden knife beside him again and swung it forward.

"One.... I'm so tired, forget it, I'll practice again tomorrow. Roque complained, dropped the wooden knife, and trotted back to the dormitory.

...

After returning to the dormitory, Hancock was in a daze on her own bed, since Hancock was temporarily released as a slave, Roque also wanted Arnos to ask for another bed, after all, it was not a way to sleep on the floor all the time.

However, when he saw Roque come in, Hancock looked a little panicked, and a hint of blush flashed on his white cheeks.

What's going on? Roque looked confused, did this little girl do something wrong?

Forget it, let's go take a shower first, it's sticky and makes people feel uncomfortable.

After taking a shower, I found that the lights in the dormitory had been turned off, and I thought that the little girl from Hancock had already slept.

Roque didn't think much about it, and got into his own bed, and was about to fall into a sweet sleep, when suddenly there was a rustle in the bed.

Hold a grass... Someone in the bed!

Roque woke up suddenly, he secretly opened the corner of the bed, only to see Hancock's little girl buried her head tightly in her chest, her eyes closed.

The most, the most, the most critical is... Naked, no wonder this little girl looked wrong when he came back.

Grunt... Roque could feel the sound of his own saliva.

"Rowe, Lord Roque, I heard them say that this will make you relax... So—" Hancock's voice came like a gnat.

She?

Obviously, it should be those eight women in the canteen... True gossip.

"Alright, Hancock, I'm... Rejoice, go to sleep. Roque said, rubbing Hancock's head.

"Really?"

"Hmm..."

Life is so painful and happy, Made, why is he only twelve... Roque thought bitterly.