"I hate your cold, greasy little friends. The banshee glanced at him, a charming smile on the corner www.biquge.info of her mouth, but her voice was cold: "And all the ugly things." ”

The banshee, who suddenly appeared on the deck, was black-haired and bloody-eyed, tall and tall, wrapped in a wide black robe, with only a few bright red lips and a snow-white neck under the hood.

She seemed to be carrying something on her back, propping up the robe behind her, making the golden emblem on the robe stand out unusually well.

The main body of the logo is a golden I-shape, and there are two delicate skulls in the recesses on the left and right of the I-shape. Any demon who is a little more climatic will recognize this sign.

This is the Lich King's logo.

Only inheritors of the Lich King's lineage can use such a symbol.

In the eyes of wizards, demons are all the same demons.

Blood-red eyes, dark hearts.

Just like the wizards in the eyes of demons, they are all the same wizards, the flesh and blood exude fragrance, and the soul contains essence.

But disagreements are always everywhere.

In the Wizarding Alliance, there are stranger councils and moon councils.

In the world of demons, the spheres of influence of several demon kings are also distinct.

The Black Ship is a subordinate of the Kraken King.

The banshees, who had just boarded the ship, belonged to the Lich King.

Harry, who was sleeping in the sun on a chaise long, had already rolled out of the cabin, and the "Lady Duoduo" in his hand had long since disappeared somewhere, replaced by a bouquet of bright roses.

"What can I do for you, charming lady. He knelt on one leg in front of Nikita, a proper smile on his face, and his bright red eyes were as bright as rubies.

If he can clean the saliva from the corners of his mouth, it will be perfect.

"Put on your robe and talk to me again!" the banshee raised her head haughtily, her tone full of disdain.

For the Lich, the robe is the least respectful.

Whether it was the pink polo shirt or the white and green beach pants, it was hard for the banshee to feel Harry's sincerity.

"That's a lovely expression!" Harry gripped the rose in his hand and slowly tightened it, wisps of dark green mixed with fuchsia juice flowing from between his fingers. His bright red eyes showed a longing color, as if a mad artist had seen a rarity: "Cute wants to eat you!"

Nikita didn't pay any attention to Harry's frantic babbling, and with a light step, she walked around the in front of her on one knee and headed straight into the cabin.

"Yo! leprechaun. Before teaching others respect, how about learning some politeness yourself. At some point, the blonde young man blocked the door of the cabin, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking at her with his eyelids raised.

For some reason, a small wind blew on the surface of the sea, and the robes on the banshee's body were blown and hunting, and her wonderful body was tightly wrapped.

The things she was carrying behind her also showed a clearer outline.

It seems to be a child.

The blond youth's eyes narrowed.

It's unusual for a lich carrying a child on his back to see the captain, and that kind of thing happens to a demon. You know, for demons, the only benefit of larvae is that the meat is tender and smooth.

He licked the corner of his mouth.

The corners of the banshee's robe moved slightly, and a dark red law book revealed a shell entwined with gold wire.

"I'm in a hurry. The banshee raised her head, revealing a pair of large, enchanting eyes, dark red eyes that shimmered dangerously in the bright sunlight.

The blonde youth chewed the cigarette in his mouth and slowly chewed the golden tobacco.

He didn't reply, just breathed longer.

On the main mast, the strong man in the crucifixion posture moved his head slightly, as if he was a little angry.

"We have time, beauty!" Behind her, Harry's oily voice sounded again, "What's more, this little guy behind you smells better than you." ”

The sound was close, as if it were close to the ear.

The Banshee didn't look back.

She heard a long inhalation circling around the back of her neck, as if there was no end.

The cold breath spread forward from behind her with the sound of this inhalation, ready to engulf her at any moment.

The Lich Elders all said that the Kraken King's men were a mob that had just escaped their beastly nature, bloodthirsty and irrational.

Now, Nikita feels that this summary is incomplete.

She felt the need to add that these mobs were rude fellows who had no tolerance or patience for ladies.

She knew that if she didn't give something, it would be difficult for her to get into the cabin that was so close at hand.

The little man on his back shrunk his body.

She no longer hesitated.

"She's from the Black Jail. Nikita reached out and stroked the child behind her and whispered the words.

"Ahem, ahem. The blonde youth seemed to be choking on the tobacco he was chewing, and he stroked his chest, hunched over, and coughed wildly, not caring about his waist and abdomen being exposed to the banshee's mesmerizing vision.

"Boom!" the stout man hanging from the mast broke free from the rope that bound him and slammed it on the deck. The black ship shook violently a few times, rippling the calm sea.

The cold aura behind him also disappeared without a trace. Nikita could even clearly feel Harry holding his breath, blushing, and carefully distancing himself from him.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

A banshee always knows when to amaze everyone.

......

"Come in. A gentle, but slightly nasal, voice came from the cabin.

Pushing aside the blonde youth who was bent over and coughing frantically in front of him, Nikita lowered herself and burrowed into the swarthy cabin.

In the sky, the big bird that had been hovering for a long time chirped and suddenly flapped its wings away.

"It's her!" the big man asked, touching his bald head and hissing in a hoarse voice.

The blonde youth is still coughing.

Harry squinted as he watched the big bird fade away until it turned into a black dot and disappeared into the blue undertones.

He knew that the strong man was talking about Nikita.

He also knew what the strong man meant, asking the big bird who had been watching the black ship for three days if it was Nikita.

This big bird is the eye of the wizards.

The eyes only look away when they see what they want to see.

"This kind of thing can only be asked by the captain. Harry pulled out his "Lady Duoduo", fanned the wind, grinned at the big man, and replied in a smooth tone.

......

Walking down the diagonal stairs to the cabin, Nikita was at a loss.

Like the ship's color, the cabin was pitch black, and the space looked cramped and cramped, barely holding much.

This was a far cry from the spacious and luxurious hall she had expected.

Whether it was the years she had been a wizard or the days when she had fallen into a demon, she had rarely seen such a narrow space in her memory. Wizards and demons with slightly more abilities always have various ways to expand their space and create a comfortable environment for themselves.

She blinked, quickly adjusting to the dim light in the cabin.

Not far from the staircase is a thick wooden pillar, which is estimated to be the main mast of the black ship. Wooden chests were randomly stacked under the pillars, and in the corner of the wall rolled a barrel with an iron ring, the lid of which was open, and the inside was empty.

The banshee's slender eyebrows are frowned upon.

She felt the child on her back shivering.

She reached out and patted her soothingly.

"The ship is a little old, and it will be ordered. A gentle voice came from the lower left, and Nikita was surprised to realize that there was still a small piece of light at the bottom of the dark ship.

Directly above the light was a net of iron fences, and the bright sunlight penetrated the dark cabin through the gaps in the steel bars, leaving a colorful patch of color, and the shadow of the bulkhead on the left was even darker.

It was from the darkness that the gentle voice came.