The bridge protrudes proudly from the behemoth and hitches atop Ryan Sr.'s transport. What is inconsistent with the momentum of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info the main ship is that there are only two people on it.

"Shhhh ”

The "he" in the captain's mouth was a young man in a strange robe. Her silvery hair was distinct, swaying softly in the sea breeze as if it were not affected by gravity at all.

The young man is extremely handsome, and his facial features are distributed in a golden ratio.

The robe on his body was covered with gray streamers, and the streamers followed a peculiar rule, and at first glance it was not what this sea, or the world, could produce.

"Brother......

Yan Zhuang felt that his sleeve was being pulled, and when he looked down, Ruan Yue had already hidden behind him and Xiao Rui at some point, and he couldn't stop trembling as he tugged at the sleeves of the two of them.

Standing in front of her quietly, Meng Ge and Wu Lai also reacted, and formed a human wall with him to completely block her.

Yan Zhuang felt that things were quite strange, and he didn't dare to ask anything more at this time, so he could only try to reduce Ruan Yue's sense of oppression.

"Your Majesty the King of the North Sea, I only extend my sincere greetings to you on behalf of the Kraken Order, your glory illuminates this sea."

Captain No. 8 bowed in perfect greetings, and immediately stepped aside after brushing his presence, making it clear that the Kraken would not interfere with all his activities on this ship.

The King of the North Sea is a man with a royal appearance, about thirty years old, younger than Dylan, and can be described as a young king.

is such a man, but he willingly started to be a follower behind the handsome young man.

"These people, really can't move?"

The young man's voice was unexpectedly low, his hands were tied in his robes, and he glanced at the people of the Siren.

"Your Majesty Asseph, they belong to the third-ranked pirate group in this sea, and my leader and I are good partners, please spare them."

The tone of the North Sea King was comparable to pleading, and the back of Captain No. 8 who listened was instantly soaked in cold sweat. His years of adventure were frantically warning him that this young man was in extreme danger!!

"Your Majesty, we have almost moved the cargo of the transport ship, so I won't bother you here, please allow us to retreat first."

Captain Eight wanted to get away immediately, but the young man named Arthur didn't want to follow his wishes.

"Stay, I give you the honor of watching the show."

Having said that, Captain No. 8 did not dare to refute, and took Yan Zhuang and the others and a few sailors who had not yet withdrawn to stand respectfully near the bridge, leaving a spacious space for Arthur.

"Honorable Crown, little Ryan, I don't know if the two Crowns are for ......"

The people on the transport ship had long been brought to the deck, and old Ryan was trembling and prostrate at the feet of Arthur, and he didn't care about any dignity in order to survive.

The North Sea King's face twitched when asked, as if he was a little embarrassed. Without saying a word, he silently took a few steps back and stood with Yan Zhuang and the others.

"What a well-behaved prey."

Arthurph's jade-like hand pulled out of his sleeve robe, scratching old Ryan's chin as if teasing a kitten, and glanced around with a pair of golden eyes smiling.

"Whew-"

As if something had been omitted, Arthurph's long, silky hair poured from old Ryan's mouth, stirred up a ball of paste in his brain, and then came out of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Like a mass of needles with countless cow hair needles inserted, Old Ryan was held up in the air by a strand of hair, and his head was completely encased.

"Are you afraid?"

Assef's voice was still as gentle as whispering in a lover's ear, but in the eyes of everyone on the transport, he was a nightmare that shone into reality.

Meng Ge was covered by Wu Lai's mouth to prevent him from screaming or vomiting - at this time, even the King of the North Sea did not want to attract the slightest attention from Arthur.

Yan Zhuang forcibly suppressed his anger and disgust, and looked down at Xiao Lori, her eyes were already closed, and her lips were bitten and white.

Compared to them, the crew of the transport ship is on the verge of collapse.

"Demons, you are demons, demons ......."

A crew member who was too close, with brains splashed on his face, suddenly went crazy and repeated the word "demon" in his mouth, and ran to the stern of the ship, trying to escape from Arthur.

The other crew members were stunned for a moment, and saw that Arthur smiled gently, without the slightest intention of blaming or chasing.

With irrepressible fear and a little bit of luck, everyone scattered in all directions, and some even jumped into the sea without even taking the lifebuoy.

Watching them scurrying around like headless flies, Yan Zhuang sighed in his heart: It's over.

"Hehe, hahahahahaha!"

Arthurf opened his arms, took a deep breath of great satisfaction, and exclaimed in an aria-like tone: "What a wonderful smell of fear in the air, what a day for a full meal!" ”

The long silver hair grew wildly with his sigh, and the dense hair stranded like a huge net enveloped the entire transport ship. No matter where the crew hides, they will be caught and abused by the hair, and the intention to inspire fear and pain in them is very obvious.

The eighth captain's face turned pale, and he stared at the king of the North Sea who bowed his head in disbelief, he didn't expect that the king of this sea would indulge this kind of perverted murderer!

The pirates of the Kraken Eight ship were tormented by the helplessness and fear they felt, and at the same time they did not dare to explode in anger.

These emotions were managed much more quickly, and he quickly got rid of the negative emotions and began to analyze Arthur with a cold and scrutinizing eye.

Yan Zhuang, who remained calm, soon noticed that when he tortured and killed the crew, the speed of the gray streamer on his robe was constantly accelerating, and it slowly turned into countless gray swirls, as if it had really absorbed something, and the color had a tendency to further deepen.

Looking at Arthurf's rigid face, his nose was wide open, as if he was trying to inhale the enticing aroma into his lungs, not an exaggeration, but really inhaling something that was invisible to the naked eye.

Recalling what he said from beginning to end, Yan Zhuang came up with a seemingly absurd, but plausible hypothesis: Arthurf was using torture to force the crew to "fear" and absorb it.

That is, he can absorb emotional energy, or negative mental energy. The streamer on his robe should be like an energy absorption converter, and maybe it also has the effect of storing energy.

To sum up, Yan Zhuang can be sure that this Arthur, who doesn't look like a real person, is really not a pure-blooded human.

Some alien, otherworldly creature, demon, or other person who has undergone plastic surgery, or is wearing artificial skin...... Should be a good answer.