"Master!" Qing Yu shouted in surprise. When Hancock heard Gong Feiyu's words, he was instantly stunned, his face full of shock.

Gong Feiyu nodded at Qing Yu, which was a response. Then he stared at Hancock with his eyes and said with a smile, "It turns out that Qingyu has told you about those things. ”

When Han Cook heard Gong Feiyu's words, he was stunned. Before, Hancock only listened to it as a story. Or rather, history. However, when a figure from history suddenly appears in front of you one day. The shock was overwhelming enough.

Ye Gong is a good dragon, everyone thinks this is a ridiculous story. But I didn't think about the deep meaning of it. There are some things that you like and you like, but you can't say you have to get them. To put it another way, you like the young lady on the street, but you would never want to marry her.

And now Han Cook is shocked that Gong Feiyu is actually a master he has secretly admired since he was a child! And the person he admires has lived for more than 300 years! The most unbelievable thing for Hancock is that the master of three hundred years ago actually likes himself. Hancock's face kept changing, and the sorrow and complexity between his eyebrows made Hancock's voice tremble: "You, you." Palace, Flying Feather, Master? ”

Seeing Han's appearance, Gong Feiyu felt a pain in his heart. The figure flickered directly to Hancock's side and hugged Hancock in his arms. Smelling Hancock's fragrance, Gong Feiyu said softly: "Hancock." ”

Hancock's voice stopped abruptly, stunned. For a moment, Hancock felt his heart pound violently. Suddenly hearing Gong Feiyu's shout, he intuitively felt that the whole person's defense line was about to collapse. The person who holds himself is a master of three hundred years ago?

Suddenly, Hancock's face was terrifying, and he suddenly pushed Gong Feiyu away. Three hundred years ago, Hancock couldn't imagine that he liked each other with a person three hundred years ago. Three hundred years, not thirty years, let alone thirty years! This kind of affection spanning three centuries was unacceptable to Hancock for a while!

Gong Feiyu's eyes darkened, and the whole person was stunned. Seeing Han Cook's terrifying expression looking at him, Gong Feiyu's heart darkened. Why would Gong Feiyu hide his identity, this is the knot in his heart! In any other person, suddenly there is a character from 300 years ago, who suddenly appears and says that he likes himself, no one can accept it!

Hancock only felt that his heart was complicated, and all kinds of emotions came to his heart one by one. Hancock's empress demeanor at this time had long since been lost, the expression on his face was constantly changing, and his heart struggled violently. Gong Feiyu read attachment, unwillingness, anger, fear, and even a hint of determination.

Suddenly, Gong Feiyu saw Hancock turn around and run. Gong Feiyu took a step and appeared directly in front of Han Cook. And Ariel and Qing Yu left consciously.

"Hanku, "Smack! Gong Feiyu's words stopped, and his face was full of hot pain. However, the pain in the face is not comparable to the pain in the heart. Hancock stared blankly at the finger marks on Gong Feiyu's face. Looking at each other, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Gong Feiyu only had endless pity and love in his eyes. The emotion in those eyes made Hancock regret the slap.

The deeper and deeper emotions almost overwhelmed Hancock's reason, and Gong Feiyu saw Hancock yelling at him: "No matter who you are, the mourning family doesn't want to see you again!" ”

Gong Feiyu's body shook, how could he let it go at this time! Gong Feiyu stood in front of Han Cook: "Han Cook, you calm down first." ”

Calm down? Am I calm? Hancock had never been so out of slavery since Mary Joy, and the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't be stopped. Han Cook's emotions were stimulated by Gong Feiyu's words, and the fluctuations were even more severe. Seeing this, Gong Feiyu stepped forward and hugged Hancock tightly.

Hancock was suddenly startled and was about to push Gong Feiyu away, but Hancock found that the strength of these hands was amazing. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake the slightest: "You quickly let go of the mourning family." ”

"No, I've been waiting for you for three hundred years! Never let go! Gong Feiyu's words fell on Han's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt.

Waited for yourself for 300 years!? Hancock forgot to struggle all of a sudden, Gong Feiyu's words were so shocking and inexplicable! No, he was the man of three hundred years ago, and I: "You let go!" ”

Gong Feiyu let Hancock's roar, but the strength in his hand was undiminished, hugging Hancock without saying a word. You can scold, but I'm definitely not going to let go. Gong Feiyu's heart is aching!

Suddenly, Gong Feiyu sensed a trace of power fluctuations. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a huge red heart shooting straight at him. Hancock wielded the power of the Sweet Fruit!

Impulsive! Broken hearts. To Hancock's shock, the person holding him in front of him was unaffected. Hancock, who doesn't believe in evil, has activated the fruit ability again, and it is ineffective! Void!! Void!!! The end result forced Hancock to accept this reality.

"It's useless, Hancock." Gong Feiyu persuaded in a low voice. Gong Feiyu has never been afraid of Han Cook's fruit ability. There is love for Hancock Palace Feiyu, not desire. Only those who have a desire in their hearts will be petrified.

Boom Boom! Hancock frantically pounded Gong Feiyu's back, every punch, every blow was all the strength in Hancock's hand. This powerless and complicated emotion left Hancock at a loss of control. Just to vent, to vent constantly. Angrily bombarded the flying feathers of the underground palace in front of him.

Gradually, Han Cook's hands got tired, and his fists only subconsciously pounded. A little warmth brought Hancock's madness to a halt. The smell made Hancock stunned, the smell of blood. Hancock's hand stopped unconsciously. In an instant, Hancock leaned on Gong Feiyu's shoulder and cried out.

At this moment, Gong Feiyu tightened Hancock in his arms again, as if he wanted to melt Hancock into himself. Brushing Han Cook's messy black hair with his hand, Gong Feiyu said softly: "Cry, it will be better to cry." ”

The two people in the setting sun hugged each other tightly like this, until Hancock fell asleep in Gong Xiyu's arms. Gong Feiyu sat down and carefully let Hancock lie down, holding Hancock diagonally. The corners of his mouth were filled with coagulated blood.

"I didn't give it to you in the past, so leave everything you have to me in the future." Gong Feiyu looked at Han Cook's beautiful face, brushed the hair between his forehead, and whispered. Time passed unconsciously, maybe Hancock was really tired, and he didn't wake up until the willows on the moon.

Gong Feiyu thought about it for a while, and felt that it was cold, and was about to send Hancock back to the room. Suddenly, I found that the jade man in his arms was looking at him with a complicated expression when he opened his eyes.

"Hancock, you're awake." Gong Feiyu said with concern.

"You, explain to the mourning family, why you said that you have waited for the mourning family for three hundred years." Hancock got up from Gong Feiyu's arms, sat down to the side and said. In fact, Hancock had been awake for a while, but Hancock didn't know how to face Gong Feiyu, so he was pretending to be asleep. Now, Hancock suddenly wanted to hear Gong Feiyu say what was going on.

Gong Feiyu was relieved to see that Han Cook seemed very calm at this time, and Gong Feiyu sorted out his thoughts: "When I came to this world, I knew that the person I was waiting for was three hundred years later. And she's Boya Hancock. ”

Seeing that Han Cook seemed to be about to ask, Gong Feiyu said, "Don't ask why, I'll tell you later." And I used my fruit ability to start cultivating like crazy. In order to allow yourself to live to 300 years from now, that is, to be born. It's just that later, with the navy and the Tianlong people, some of their trivial matters, so my cultivation has not become peaceful, and from me out of the 、、、"

Telling little by little, Gong Feiyu looked back on his life three hundred years ago. And although Hancock had heard about it from Qing Yu, he couldn't compare to Gong Feiyu's personal account at this time.

"Well," Hancock didn't speak, and didn't say anything. Sitting quietly in place, my heart was still complicated.

The obsession in my heart.,Torture.。。