Old Tom spent three months repairing the broken ship, and finally stumbled out to sea. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info lives on the island, old Tom has had a dream of sailing since he was a child, half his life has been exposed to it, he knows the basics of navigation, and he can barely drive a small sailboat by himself.

Although he called himself a pirate, he had never killed anyone, and he had no ability to kill, and Tom Sr. was old and sick, and his arm would ache every time he raised a rusty sword from the sea, and even if he identified himself as a pirate, he would only be mercilessly ridiculed, and the hand-painted skull flag hanging on the mast was like a ridiculous joke.

The other pirates they met on the road scoffed at Old Tom's "fellow" and laughed at him that he should have found a good place to die at his age.

Old Tom never cared about these words, he was just doing what he wanted, but he was happy every day, he wasted most of his life, and died if he was not willful, and in the last years of his life, there was nothing more important than doing what he wanted.

Old Tom likes to be busy, so he follows the crowd and searches for "treasures".

Old Tom could endure the loneliness, so almost all the treasure hunters gave up, and only he was still holding on.

Tinkerboats strewn with patches sail around the island of Eiger, and nets are dragged underwater for salvage.

Old Tom controlled the sails, his wrinkled palms trembling all the time, and he took a sip of rum and choked twice before he briefly stopped trembling under the influence of alcohol.

"Everyone is gone......" Old Tom looked at the empty sea and sighed, he didn't really want to find the "treasure", but he was used to insisting on one thing.

Suddenly the fishing net trembled slightly, and something was caught, and old Tom tugged at it, and found that the fishing net had become heavy.

"What is it this time?"

Old Tom struggled to turn the winch and pull the net back to the deck.

The nets shrouded a dead body covered in seaweed, covered in wounds, pale and swollen skin after a long time in the water, and dead eyes with round eyes.

"Another corpse ......"

Old Tom shook his head helplessly, stepped forward tremblingly, and put his palm on the dead corpse's eyelids, trying to close his eyes for him.

That's when it happened.

The chest of the "dead corpse" suddenly rose and fell slightly.

"This man is not dead?" Old Tom opened his mouth in surprise, a little flustered, and hurriedly squeezed the chest and abdomen of the "dead body".

Not long after, the "dead corpse" suddenly vomited a large puddle of water, choked violently, and his godless eyes gradually brightened.

Old Tom looked at the body of the man in front of him, his face was extremely surprised, in his common sense, a person with a collapsed chest, a broken neck bone, and a missing thirty percent of flesh and blood could not survive, and he still soaked in the water for I don't know how long.

The "dead corpse" ripped the seaweed off its face, revealing a rough face.

Constantine.

"Lao Tzu is still alive?" Konstantin was weak, looked down at his torn body, and showed a smile full of care, "It's not dead, it's really earned." ”

The last memory was frozen in the moment when the giant's devastating fist hit him, the pain took away his consciousness, and his body was wet, and Konstantin suddenly understood what had happened, and he was salvaged. The werewolf bloodline gives it a strong self-healing power, and the shaman's evil power supports the consumption of self-healing, and it can remain in a near-death state, but if no one salvages him to breathe fresh air, he will still rot in the sea and die in the end. So the people who salvaged him were equivalent to saving his life.

Konstantin was horrific with too much flesh missing, damaged by Ivo's ghostly fire, and unable to heal himself. There were terrible scars on the chest, arms, thighs, abdomen, and back, as if they had been bitten by a beast, the ribs were visible deep in the chest wound, the arm bone of the right forearm was exposed to the air, and there was a narrow bloody wound behind the back, and the spine could be faintly seen.

Rao was injured like this, Konstantin was still not dead, and the wolf blood in his body maintained his life.

"What a memorial to me, bastard crow!" Constantine gritted his teeth in hatred, turned his head to see the trembling old Tom, and asked viciously, "Hey, old man, did you save me?"

Old Tom swallowed in horror, waved his hand hurriedly, and whispered, "I just fished you out of the sea." ”

Konstantin's eyes were slightly fierce, his claws quietly popped out, and he had a murderous intent, and then he caught a glimpse of the hand-painted pirate flag on the mast, and raised his eyebrows, "Old man, are you a pirate?"

Seeing Old Tom nodding, Konstantin looked up and down Old Tom's old and thin body, and let out a disdainful laugh, "As long as you call yourself a pirate, you can't even lift a knife." ”

Old Tom shook his head, did not answer, hesitated for a moment, and handed the rum bottle in his hand forward, "Young man, do you want to drink wine to relieve pain?"

"You dare to call me a lad?" Konstantin looked at the rum bottle with a cold look in his eyes, and suddenly felt his mouth dry, so he took it with his hand and poured it into his stomach.

Wolf blood needs to consume a huge amount of energy to survive, and Konstantin saw Venus surging in front of him, and hunger surged up, and said unceremoniously: "Old man, have you anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes. Old Tom trembled and took out a dozen pieces of dry and hard black bread, and Konstantin swallowed it in a big gulp, ate it all in two or three clicks, and glared: "Is there anything else?"

Old Tom had no choice but to take out another bucket of food, which contained bread, fruit, and dried fish, and said, "This is my ration for half a month, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Konstantin buried his head in eating fiercely, and old Tom did not dare to stop it, but could only watch Konstantin eat his stockpile.

Konstantin breathed a sigh of relief, his stomach quickly digested and converted into energy to supply wolf blood, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Tom's neck, as long as he used force, he could break Old Tom's neck.

Seeing that this old guy was having trouble breathing, Konstantin suddenly couldn't do it for some reason, as if another will was born in his heart to prevent him from killing him. Konstantin's brow furrowed tightly, and after a long time, he let go of old Tom's hand as his face turned purple.

Old Tom hurriedly took a big breath, a circle of black and purple bruises appeared on his neck, and his eyes looked at Konstantin with complicated eyes, he felt the killing intent, and knew that he had turned around in the ghost gate, and he didn't know why the other party wanted to kill him and why he let himself go.

Konstantin looked down at Old Tom, who was slumped on the deck, and suddenly said arrogantly: "Lao Tzu is now short of subordinates, old fellow, you are now my first mate!"

Old Tom looked bitter, "Who are you?"

"Lao Tzu is a pirate!" Constantine laughed loudly, and he didn't feel the wound, ignoring Old Tom's depressed expression, pointing to the distance: "Find a port to eat first, and then think about how to take revenge on the crow!"

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A boulder hugged by ten people was carried on Ivo's shoulder, the volume of the boulder was more than ten times that of him, and he used it as a weight for jumping training, only to see that he kicked his legs, he could carry the boulder and jump out of seven or eight meters, and it had circled the crow port twice, and the solid muscles of the body were like sculptures, and the sweat on his body reflected the crystal light in the sun.

The body is a warrior's weapon, and daily physical training is already a habit for Ivo, and all his free time is used for cultivation, so he can make rapid progress.

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Ps: I suddenly found that this kind of chapter name is so convenient, as long as you change the number, you don't have to think about the new name>, <