On the spacious, but devastated deck, the ship's magical protective barrier had broken a big hole, and most of its protective ability had been lost, the scorching sun was in the sky, the clouds were dense, and the black ship was still following them above their heads, but fortunately, the ship above them helped them block the scorching sun, and it was cool in the shadows. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You're from that place, why do you do such things that hurt others and hurt yourself? The bald uncle asked, looking at the group of people tied together in front of him, looking at the deck.

"Didn't I say it, it's none of their business, I'm telling their people, why do you have to ask so much, stinky bald. The gray-hatted boy, who was also tied together, shouted.

"Little kid, be respectful to the adults, you know. The bald uncle pinched the gray hat boy's cheek and said unpleasantly.

"Uncle Punk, did you ask something?" said Harry as he walked behind the bald man with a glass of water.

"Oh, Harry, are you feeling better?" said Punk, turning his head, but his big hand in the grey hat boy hadn't let go.

"Well, take a break for a while, it's fine. Harry nodded.

"Well, no matter how much I ask them, these guys don't say anything, especially this kid. Punk turned around and squeezed the Grey Hat Boy's hand harder, and the Grey Hat Boy snorted in pain.

"Uh, alright, alright, Uncle Punk, stop, you're like this, his face will be pinched and swollen by you. Harry said reassuringly.

Punk stood up unhappily and raised his punching bag at the gray hat boy, with a fierce expression on his face, as if warning him something, but the gray hat boy was not afraid of his threat at all, stuck out his tongue, made a grimace and mocked Punk, and shouted "Perverted big bald head." ”

"You stink, little, son!" Punk was not happy, his forehead was bruised, and I had an uncomfortable look on his face not to beat this stinky boy, so frightened that Harry hurriedly ran to the gray hat boy to protect him.

"Calm down, Uncle Punk, you're an adult, don't be angry about this, or you'll fall into his trap. Harry looked at the punk who was about to fall into a rage in front of him, and hurriedly said.

"Okay! I'll go first, and I'll leave the interrogation to you, Harry, I'm really. Punk angrily turned around and sat back in his place, unhappily drinking.

"Whew" Harry's heart that had been hanging was relieved, he was relieved, it was the first time he had seen Uncle Punk so angry, he was very gentle in the past, this guy's kung fu to make people angry is really amazing, Harry looked back at the gray hat boy and thought.

"Hmph, you sissy, I don't need your help, hurry up and stay out of my sight. The Grey Hat boy said mockingly as he looked at Harry.

Harry paused, then turned away, looking.

The Grey Hat Boy didn't think Harry would come back, but Harry returned, smiling, with a bottle of liquid in his hand.

"Hey, I said you're a sissy, don't you understand, why do you want to come back, don't you think I've scolded enough..."The gray hat boy continued to use his poisonous tongue skills.

The Grey Hat Boy suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Harry squatting in front of him in surprise, Harry was helping him to smear the red potion on his cheek, and the Grey Hat Boy was irritated by the potion and snorted in pain.

Harry wasn't actually angry, he just saw the punk pinch on the gray hat boy's cheek, and thought that he should apply some medicine or something, if he left it like this, the wound would become very serious, Harry, who had a lesson from the past life, thought so, so he went to Kalia to ask for this swelling potion to help him apply the wound.

Regarding the gray hat boy's poisonous tongue, Harry said that he was a pediatric, and he was not scolded so gently in his previous life, and the scolding was all about adding father and mother, which is nothing.

"Does it still hurt?" asked Harry with concern.

"No, it's fine. The gray-hatted boy blushed a little and said with a blush.

"If it still hurts, tell me, I'm helping you wipe it. ”

The Grey Hat boy didn't speak, just turned his face away from Harry.

After a while, Harry handed over a cup full of water and said in a reassuring tone, "We've been fighting for so long, you should be thirsty too, drink it with confidence, I didn't put anything strange in it." ”

"I'm not thirsty. The grey hat boy replied briefly.

"Oh well. Harry was just about to take back the water glass, but inadvertently noticed that the gray hat boy was secretly swallowing, smiled slightly, handed the water cup to his mouth, and motioned for him to open his mouth, because his hands were tied, but he couldn't hold the quilt, and the kind Harry was a good man to help him.

The gray hat boy is not pretentious, but his face is a little red, and he opens his little mouth and asks Harry to feed him.

Harry didn't mind, and slowly poured the water from the glass against his mouth, and the gray hat boy drank the water desperately, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time, but he was desperately choked by the water, and coughed violently, Harry patted him on the back apologetically to make him recover.

"You don't have to try to get anything out of me, we won't tell you, you're going to die. The gray-hatted boy said lightly, but his attitude was much better than just now.

"Well, I didn't come here to ask you this. Harry scratched his head with the cup and said, Harry was just out of kindness, sending him water, rubbing some medicine or something.

"Alright, that's enough for your comfort, it's time to say something. Festeria came to the gray hat boy and crossed her chest and asked, her long fiery red hair dancing in the wind, a queenly demeanor.

The gray-hatted boy still didn't speak, turned his face away, and looked like he didn't want to say it.

Festeria smiled faintly, stepped on the plank in front of the gray-hatted boy, revealing a large hole, and said again, "Say it or not, you choose for yourself." ”

The gray-hatted boy had sweat on his forehead, but he still didn't speak, and the gang of people next to him who were tied up like him were just as silent, but their foreheads were also showing a slight amount of sweat.

"Mistress Festeria, can you please not add to our workload, it's very troublesome. Kalia looked at her with the nail and the hammer and said disapprovingly, and everyone around with the planks and hammers smiled awkwardly as they were also helping to repair the holes.

Festria glanced at them, coughed awkwardly, grabbed the gray hat boy's chest, led him to the railing, lifted it to the outside of the ship, looked at the gray hat boy and said, "Say it, if you don't say it, then I'll let it go." ”

The gray-capped boy looked at the vast expanse of land under the thin clouds beneath his feet, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but still did not say anything, closed his eyes in fear, and seemed to have accepted his fate.

"Wait, sir, I hope you will stop, I say, I beg you to let go of this poor child. Among the people who were tied together, the rugged man with a beard who had long since been removed from the black cloth covering his face said anxiously, for fear that Festeria would let go of his hand if she was not careful.

Festria achieved her goal, throwing the grey hat boy in and walking towards the rugged man.

"Uncle Bosen, what are you talking about, you can't say it, everyone will be in danger. The gray-hatted boy lay on the ground and shouted anxiously to the rugged uncle.