The midday sun hung in the middle of the north side of the sky, without a trace of clouds. www.biquge.info In the blue background, there is only a large black bird, spreading its wide wings, soaring between the sea and the sky.

The scorching sun shines on the sparkling sea, reflecting the enchanting colors.

This is an empty sea, and there is no abrupt or strange thing to see from the front of you to the place where the sea and the sky meet, only the rich blue.

The gentle breeze blows across the water, pulling out schools of flying fish underwater, crackling and patting their wide fins against the sun.

It was not a vicious ocean predator that alarmed this group of small creatures, but a three-masted galleon with a length of 100 meters.

A black sailboat sleeping quietly on the surface of the sea.

The hull is black and shiny throughout. The jet-black hull seems to be glazed and glistens in the sun.

Five dim sails hung from the first two main masts, and a large spinnaker on the last mast; The sea is not choppy.

On the aft deck, there was a wind lamp, the light was weak, and the fire was green. But even in this clear sky and the sun was shining, the lamp shone brightly, enveloping the whole ship in its own light.

The bow of the ship was slanted forward into the sky with several thick ropes tied tightly to the mast that ran through the entire black ship, firmly bound to the thick mast in the center of the ship.

Underneath the bow mast is a bow statue of a banshee with folded hands.

The banshee's scarlet eyes shone slightly, her expression was like a living person, and her body was as white as jade, which was in stark contrast to the black ship. She was covered with only a thin veil all over her body, but a thick crimson iron chain wrapped around her neck and arms, wrapping around her body.

Above her head were dozens of large, thin-scaled snakes the size of her arms. At this moment, these cold cave lovers were hanging limply under the scorching sun, spitting letters, hanging from the mast of the bow of the ship, which looked like a spear.

Warm days always make people feel lazy.

Laziness creates a lethargic atmosphere.

The deck was empty, and there was not a single crew member who wiped the deck diligently, and he didn't even bother to shake the rope hanging from the mast.

A coarse cloth chaise longue rests on top of the cabin.

On the recliner, a black-haired young man wearing a pink polo shirt and white and green floral beach pants buttoned an open copy of "Lady Duoduo" on his face. There was a faint snoring sound from under the magazine.

On the main mast directly behind the sleeping young man, a bald man in coarse cloth shorts hung his head, motionless, without a trace of life. He opened his arms like the crucifixion of Jesus, his strong body scarred.

In front of the side of the boat on the left, a tall blonde young man reclined. He had a thick cigarette in his mouth, squinted, motionless, staring at the rod in front of him.

Maybe he's the only one on deck who is sober.

The black sailboat is parked alone in this calm sea, and all that can be seen is the rolling waves. Aside from fishing, this sober guy couldn't find any other pleasure.

But even this little bit of fun slowly melted away in the strong sunlight.

"Holy!" the blonde cursed in exasperation.

His rod had no chance to reel from morning to now, and the quiet sea was like a piece of blue glass, without the slightest ripple. The piece of intestine hanging from the hook didn't even attract the green-headed fly.

"Could it be that these wizards have been experimenting with poison so much lately that even flies hate their flesh?" the blonde boy speculated maliciously, looking up in boredom.

Then he saw the black dot hovering high in the sky.

"Hell, flat-haired brute!" the young man took a heavy drag on his cigarette.

It was all the fault of the big bird.

He lifted his eyelids, glanced at the black spot in the sky with his scarlet eyes, and exhaled a heavy smoke ring.

In the center of the smoke ring, the big bird stretched its wings casually.

Ever since the captain noticed a pair of wizard's eyes hanging above his head, he ordered everyone to hoist the sails and drop anchor.

So the black ship stopped at this place where only one bird pooped.

Originally, at this time, everyone should have listened to the sirens singing ditties on the white sand beaches of the Mediterranean, slaughtering the Minotaur raised by the two moonless councils, and expressing their praise to the beautiful moon.

Unexpectedly, it was ruined because of a big bird.

"Harry!" the blond young man tossed half of his cigarette into the sea, glared at the chaise longue on the roof of the ship, and exclaimed angrily, "You really haven't picked up the eggs lately, that flat-haired beast has been spinning above our heads for three days!"

The snoring under "Ms. Duoduo" stopped, and the young man in the pink polo shirt covered his ears with his hands, muttered a few words, turned sideways, and turned his ass to the blonde youth on the side of the boat, continuing to enjoy the comfort in the sun.

The blonde youth squinted his eyes again.

A hint of blood flashed in his pupils, and a violent smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

It only takes a spurious excuse for a three-day backlog of anger to be ignited.

Perhaps after the move, the two of them will be beaten up by the captain and then hung on the mast to be dried.

But if he didn't do it, he was afraid that he would be burned to ashes by the flames that had accumulated in his heart.

The blonde young man rubbed his palms together, making a string of fine gas explosions.

With his ass facing him, the muscles of the young man in the pink polo shirt tensed, and the snoring under "Ms. Duoduo" disappeared without a trace.

As if sensing something, the large, thin-scaled serpents hanging from the bow mast straightened their necks and hissed at the blonde and pink-clad youths.

The stubby head of the stout man hanging from the mast shook slightly.

For a moment, there was a peculiar silence on the deck.

At this moment, there was a 'pop', as if the soft sound of a bubble being popped, came from the bow of the ship, breaking the silence on the deck.

A slender figure flickered with this soft sound and appeared at the tip of the bow sprit.

The sound of knocking heels sounded rapidly, and the figure trotted all the way over the mast with a catwalk.

As it passed the base of the mast, the figure snorted coldly, stomped his foot heavily, and the large, scaly serpents that crept around the mast looked at their companions who had been stamped in two, screamed in horror, and fled in all directions, rolling back to the head of the banshee's ship.

"Nikita, I haven't seen you for a few years, your temper is much bigger. The blonde young man followed the severed snake flesh and watched it fall into the sea, and his tone was rather unkind: "When will the Lich King's people be able to go wild on the sea." ”

The calm sea rolls up. A school of small white fish drowned the snake meat like foam. Before a trace of blood could spill out, the snake's flesh melted into the snow-like foam.