C9 Days on a Desert Island

Fragrant Tide Islands, Elegant Tavern.

"Hello, Reilly. That little girl wrote that letter to you. It's been a long time since I've seen you so happy. " Aunt Xia wiped her glass as she looked at her unreliable husband.

"It can't be that you left a debacle outside and your daughter brought her mother's letter to find you, a cheap father, right?" Auntie Xia was obviously fond of the way her husband treated the three girls.

"Maybe! Who knows? Sakuyakuza, I need to go out and train for a bit. It seems that I can't just relax and become an alcoholic. I'll leave those three little fellows to you. " Riley woke up from his reminiscence, a few glimmers shining in his eyes. It was as if he had become the right hand of the Thief King years ago.

"It turns out that Karp had a grandson named Podcas D. Ace. His real name was Gore D. Ace. Did you do a good job of keeping Roger's sauce secret? " Auntie Xia picked up the letter and smiled back at him.

What kind of person was the person who wrote this letter? However, someone who was so good to the three little girls shouldn't be a bad guy. Let's go find the Guru Osha and see if we can send the three little ones back to Amazon Lily.

Nero did not know whether he was a good man or not, but Nero was not well.

That day, Nero had too much power in his body, so much that even after beating the red dog half to death, it still hadn't completely vented its anger. There was still more than half of the berserk demon energy left after ripping another commander level Celestial Dragon to shreds and saving Fisher Tiger in the process. Nero knew that if he didn't release all his power, sooner or later he would be torn apart by the violence, but if he stayed here too long, he would be dead by the time the other admirals arrived.

Right, now that I have wings, I should be able to fly, right?

Nero tried to control his wings, but it was too much work, too much effort. Although the amount of energy consumed was insignificant compared to Illidan's, Nero still had hope.

Fly, fly, fly. Nero unceasingly channeled his power into the bat wings on his back, turning his entire body into a streak of black lightning as he streaked across the sky.

Along with the gradual depletion of the berserk energy, the demonification part of Nero's body also gradually disappeared, revealing his incomparably smooth skin.

After an unknown period of time, Nero was on the verge of fainting, but he subconsciously channeled his power into the bat wings. Nero had almost completely reverted back to his elven form, leaving behind only his bat wings and the horns on his head. The wounds on his face had also recovered, and there was even a tendency for him to develop into a pretty boy.

Finally, the last of his energy was used up, and Nero blissfully passed out. The bat wings and horn also disappeared in an instant. Nero fell onto a deserted island like a rock, startling all the birds in the sky.

When Nero opened his eyes, he discovered that the little fellow was glaring at him furiously.

Fine, I was in the wrong to crush your nest. It's also not good for me to destroy your grain storage. But you've been playing with me for seven days now.

Yes, Nero was entangled with this little guy who looked like the Ib in an anime called "The Magic Treasure" from his previous life. Since Nero had come to this island and offended the little fellow by accident, Nero's miserable life for a week had begun.

If you think there's nothing to be afraid of about such a cute little thing, you're wrong. Mo Min was wonderfully chased by Hornet's Nest. When he went to drink water, he would discover that the water had already been mixed up. Even when he slept on a tree, the branches would break in the middle of the night. The most irritating thing was that Ibou, after stealing a piece of Nero's barbecue, would be there every day. I can't not give it to you, can you bear having such a cute little guy look at you pitifully?

Nero felt like he was about to collapse. This little fellow was even more difficult to deal with than the Hancock sisters had been when he was a child. Achoo, the Hancock sisters, sitting on the boat home, sneeze.

"Boss, I was wrong." I was really wrong, just let me go, okay? "

"Bu Yi." to eat barbecue and ignore you)

"I'll give you a lot of barbecue, don't mess with me, okay?"

"Bu Yi, Bu Yi." Give up a long term meal ticket? I'm not that stupid)

"What do you want? You can just bite me to death. I don't want to live anymore. "

"Bu Yi, Bu Yi, Bu Yi." Not at all. What am I going to eat without you?

"Unfortunately, my pet won't be so hard to deal with." Hey, hey, don't give up so quickly. Don't you have any resistance to cute creatures?)

"It's been almost a year, Ibou. "How come there's still no ship coming? Even if we're on a desolate island, there should be one or two pirate ships passing by!"

"Bu Yi?" A strange look.

"I know those stupid birds can poop. What they mean by not pooping is … why am I talking so much to you?" "Be good and wait a while longer. We have shark fin soup to drink tonight."

"Bu Yi!" His gaze was like lightning, and his ears were straight.

Nero had been on the island for almost a year, and in the first few months Reims had thought of many ways to leave, but had given up. Because of the most important question, Nero did not even know where he was.

However, it was useless even if he knew. Nero's sense of direction had a little problem, and he had to walk for three whole days before he found the sea. Then Nero built a tree house not far from the sea and stayed there, sitting on the beach every day except for hunting and waiting for the boat to pass.

Ibou, the little glutton, had been completely conquered by Nero's culinary skills in the course of the year, and could not be driven away by Nero every day. Furthermore, after Nero fed the fish to it once, it fell in love with eating the fish. In order to eat the fish, it would even go into the water and catch the fish.

The setting sun slowly sank into the sea. Nero sighed, wondering if his luck was too bad. Holding the sleeping Ibou in his arms, Nero slowly walked home.

Weird, why is there light in the tree house? Could someone have come? This is great! It has been almost a year since I last saw him.

Nero opened the door with delight, but the sight of the house like a locust crossing was not pleasant. Things were messy, and all the stored food was gone. That was food for quite a few people.

"Who has such a big appetite and has eaten everything? Has a bear come in?" Nero was a little depressed. It seemed that the diners had already left for quite a while. Why couldn't he come back earlier? The next moment, the ready-made guide disappeared. I wonder when will the next time someone comes to this deserted island, will I, Nero, live here for the rest of my life?

Nero suddenly felt as if there was something trembling in his arms, and he found it difficult to forget this little fellow's temper. Nero seemed to be looking at the miserable life he had lived a year ago, after crushing Ibou's provisions.

Ibou was sleeping when he heard the most terrible news in the world. Food was stolen! All! Ib crawled out of Nero's arms, trembling, and looked at the tragedy in the room. He was about to go on a rampage at Nero when suddenly Ibou's nose snuffled. The murderer is still here!

Nero wondered why Ibou was so calm and did not vent his anger on him, only to discover that Ibou was sniffing around ferociously. Did he want to find some food that was left behind?

Ibou stopped in front of a small mountain of junk, suddenly calm, licking his paws and closing his mouth as if he were about to eat. Then he shook his legs and stretched.

Just as Nero was puzzled, Ibou finished his preparations and threw himself into the pile of junk. Following which, a green figure rushed out of the pile of debris with a miserable scream. Ibou leapt around the figure, even creating afterimages.

Looks like the guide hasn't left yet. Go find him some herbs and catch some fish for Ibou, or else this guy will have to play Ibou to death. However, it might take a bit longer. After all, whoever had their dinner stolen would not be in a good mood. Those who were in a bad mood would always do things at a slow pace!