Yao Xian carefully set up the easel, took out the paint and brush, took out the brush and gently painted it towards Hefeng.

He was so natural, as if he was sketching on the flat grass, and he was still asking for the passing sailors.

"Please bring me a cup of hot cocoa. In this weather, hot cocoa with sugar is very heartwarming. By the way, don't add milkshakes. This milkshake made of thunder whale is too fishy and I don't like that smell."

The tone was extremely harmonious, as if he was planning to enjoy afternoon tea and summer sunshine, as if he was ordering food from the waiter in a high-end Western restaurant.

If you ignore the violent thunderstorm in the sky, ignore the ship that is tilted seventy degrees, and ignore the sailors tilted around the deck, this is really an extremely pleasant picture.

But when facing his sailors, they didn't have such a good attitude.

He was also busy tying cables around his waist to avoid being thrown off by the crazy tilted hull.

He also has to operate the sun sails and work on the deck. How could he have the mood and time to serve the eldest son?

"Bastard!" Facing this leisurely and annoying idle person, the sailors who were asked dared not speak out, but the crew members' eyes were full of anger. If Captain Anne had not been pressed, someone would have taken action immediately.

But they dare not think too much, or they don’t have time to think too much.

The violent thunderstorm caused this dilapidated old ship to rise and fall in the sea of ​​clouds. Under the rage of nature, the crew were shaking like lunch meat in cans. Apart from holding on tightly, the only thing they could do was pray to the mother god, who was transformed into Chiyi.

Pray that the old ship that feels silent at any time can last longer, pray that the annoying thunderstorm will pass quickly, pray...

.....Pray that a thunderbolt struck the idle person to death.

Of course, such extravagant hopes cannot become a reality. According to past practice, the ship sank and everyone dies. Yao Xian, the thousand-year-old broom star, will still live a healthy life.

The violent thunder and the angry eyes of the sailor seemed to give him inspiration. The dark brush had a rich shadow, his eyes wide open, and his right hand holding the pen waved lightly, waving his anger on the drawing board.

The hull that was tilted by 45 degrees had no effect on him at all. The scene above his head seemed to be punished in the end of the world gave him inspiration, and the thieves who were crying and howling gave him a lot of fun.

Of course, Yao Xian himself was also very troublesome if the ship sank...

So he still used Vian's compass to find out the direction of the weak, occasionally pointing the helmsman in the direction where he was most likely to survive.

Six hours later, when the unprecedented thunderstorm passed and the warm sun emerged overhead, the pirates had only the strength to lie on the deck to breathe.

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When the wind was calm, the exhausted sailors had no strength to argue with Yao Xian. They were praying for gratitude, but the kind mother god did not take away their lives.

However, Yao Xian himself was energetic and wrote quickly, as if the raging and departure of thunderstorms had no effect on him.

Only the little Annie, who has been commanding on the deck and is still in a physical condition, can chat with Yao Xian.

At this time, this girl from N generations had time to see the portrait she had painted for herself.

But she was stunned immediately.

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It was a broken ship that was much older than the Anne.

The dark airboat soared in the sea of ​​clouds, and the dilapidated sails were full of holes, as if they could sink in the next second at any time.

At the bow of the ship, the red-haired female pirate was laughing wildly with a gun. She was a mature woman who was enchanting like a poppy flower, beautiful and dangerous.

The red chest covering cloth undoubtedly showed her proud bust, and the curves of her slender legs under the white sailor pants were undoubtedly shown.

A black shadow swam behind it, and its originally snow-white wings were dyed black, but a trace of silvery white protruded at the root of the feather.

The dark shadows around him were unable to see his pretty face clearly, but what was deeply influenced by the fog was his arrogant and unruly temperament that despises the world.

"Is this me?"

Little Anne looked disbelief. Apart from the familiar captain's hat and the family-born red hair, this hot girl was too far from herself.

"Of course, this is the image I drew for you. Anne III, the thief who traverses the seven seas, is very similar... in the near future."

Yao Xian's words made Annie laugh out loud.

"How could such a painter who does not paint the present or the unknown future? No wonder you are just a wandering painter with such good painting skills. You are also deliberately painting the boats, a wandering painter?"

"Forget it. Although I know it's just a flattery, it's really a pleasure. I like this painting very much. When you finish it, I will hang it in the captain's room."

Yao Xian bowed slightly, which was a recognition of the captain's approval.

"I hope I will be as mature as you have in the painting soon. No more, I still have a lot of things to be busy with. You should go back to the warehouse to rest early."

The little girl stood on tiptoe, and Yao Xian squatted down in time, allowing her to pat her shoulder as she wished.

It seemed very satisfied with Yao Xian's recognition. After slapped it with a few strokes, the little girl walked into the cabin quickly with a string of silver bell-like laughter.

But behind her, Yao Xian looked at the little girl who was far more mature than **, with a strange smile.

"Soon, maybe, far faster than you thought..."

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The lower-level warehouse is still a gathering place for sailors.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

"Yes, if you let that little white face fool you casually, the Annie will definitely sink before you arrive at the airport!"

"This is the future you! The pirates across the seven seas! Bah!"

"It's better to flatter us casually than to talk nonsense. If we talk nonsense like that, the little girl will be happy." The sarcastic imitation revealed the dissatisfaction.

"I can't bear it anymore, let's do it earlier. Old lame Mullen. No, Brother Mullen, Captain Mullen..."

"Yes, yes. Old Locke and his group were also very upset. I heard from Timo that they were willing to remain silent as long as we retain Old Locke's position as deputy captain."

Seeing the excited look of the crowd, Old Mallen, who had been silent, smiled.

"Haha, Howard is dead. The one who wants to be the captain the most is Old Locke. The last time he said that the little girl was going to change the navigator was also said by Timona. He is the pawn piece for us to explore the way, let's see what Howard left for the little girl."

"The old Howard's family has been operating on this ship for three hundred years. It's not that simple. Don't be used as a gun. It's still early to dock. Wait."

Although the others wanted to say something, when they saw that Malen, who was leading the way, had to stop in the end. However, the look of Yao Xian's eyes became even worse.

"One day...it's coming soon..."

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