In the waters thirty kilometers away from the Beehive Stealing, a group of fish-like black shadows appeared in the mist.

A unique boat type similar to a sunfish shape, if you are seen by other water thieves, you will definitely exclaim: Octopus thieves!

This is a typical sign of octopus robbers. It is a boat-shaped shape as flat as leaves, which is very difficult to control.

And as the waves rise and fall, it is easy to get seasick.

However, when I got closer, I found that these ships were different.

The bow is equipped with an iron tip and the hull is inlaid with iron sheets, which greatly increases the weight of the ship, deep draft, and makes the ship very large.

It can be said that except for the similar appearance to sunfish boats, these boats are different from ordinary octopus boats.

Everyone on the boat wrapped their bodies in black cloth and wore a clown mask on their faces.

It makes people unable to see their faces clearly.

When the ship was moving, there was not much sound, and the fleet seemed very quiet. Those people wearing clown masks were motionless from beginning to end, and even the eyes under the masks did not shine at all. The entire fleet was filled with a strong and depressing death aura, like a group of ghosts coming from the deep sea.

These octopus ships surrounded an eight-mass battleship.

This can be truly called a luxury-equipped warship, covered with iron sheets, and all kinds of steel outer corners are exposed, like a hedgehog.

Compared with this ship, those sunfish boats are like a group of females following the mother.

At this moment, the hatch on the battleship opened.

Showing a familiar face, Hong Niang.

She was wearing a strange armor, with only the knees on her legs showing two round and slender thighs. Two cold daggers were tied to both sides of her thighs. The upper body was the soft armor that Yang Zheng gave her to the black Xuanjing.

But she didn't know that Yang Zheng would make the soft armor so exposed... Damn, the close-fitting soft armor tightly wrapped her toned body, with two extra pads on her chest, supporting her already prominent plump. In order not to hinder her hand flexibility, she still had a low-cut close-fitting garment. She only used two thin leather straps to wrap around her neck and put them behind her back, and two more soft shoulder pads on her shoulders were carved with exquisite patterns. It was said that Yang Zheng's design was really good, integrating protection and beauty.

Even Hong Niang was startled when she first put on the armor and looked in the mirror.

She didn't expect that wearing such exposed clothes would be so tempting. She was not the best appearance, but she became extremely charming because of her temperament. The majestic female war god tempted men's strongest desires, and in fact it was exactly the case.

The men on the boat looked at her and wanted to eat her alive. The Hongniang had been tolerating her for many days. She vowed to strangle Yang Zheng to death when she went back... absolutely.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and the Hong Madam hurriedly wrapped her cloak tightly, wrapped her body tightly, and turned around and looked around.

"Asari." The Hongmaster's face slowed down and she watched the deputy commander of the Iron Lady Army walk out of the cabin.

She was taller than the Hongniang. Asari, who looked a little masculine, was holding a bottle of wine, with a red face, and a bit of alcohol.

The Hongniang frowned slightly, and her voice was full of reproach: "Asari, you are drinking with those men again."

Asari smiled and said in a soft neutral voice: "Captain, you know my fault. I will not have the strength to do without wine for a day."

She said as she pointed the bottle at her mouth, took another big gulp, and sighed with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that the Black Wind Thieves' den still had such fine wine. Martini was 80 years old. If I had known that there was such a good wine, I would have killed their nest early... Well, with our previous strength, it would be a bit difficult to fight with the Black Wind Thieves."

Hearing Asari say this, the Hongmao was a little angry: "Asari, you're drunk too much."

Asari was slightly stunned, put down the wine bottle, looked at the unhappy Hongmao, and was silent for a moment. She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Hongmao's shoulder: "Although you are our leader, you are a few years younger than me. I have always regarded you as my sister. I think there are some things I should talk to you now."

"Come on." Asari pulled Hongmao to the deck near a mast. After the two sat down, they blew the slightly wet wind on the river.

"Remember how I joined the Iron Lady Army? Commander." Asari's voice was low, as if he was recalling the past.

"Remember, three years ago, your family was killed by water. On the way you were caught by them, they happened to meet us and saved you."

"So you should know that although I became a water thief, I actually hate the most in my life... I am also a water thief. I still have nightmares. In my dream, my husband and children rushed towards me with blood. They died so miserably... Do you know why I love drinking so much? Because I found that only after getting drunk can I forget the terrible nightmare three years ago... Three years ago, I actually didn't touch the drink." Asari said slowly, his tone not much sadness, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

But Hong Niang knew that most of the women who joined the Iron Lady Army had long forgotten the greatest rights of women... shed tears.

They forced themselves to forget their sorrows, because in such troubled times, women who have survived no longer have the extravagant hope of begging for others to pity. They told themselves that they would use their weak shoulders to fight any difficulties.

I forgot it myself.

The Hongniang seemed to be unable to remember what kind of torture she had suffered. She reached out to stroke the scar on the corner of her eyes, which was the only memory left to her by that tragic past.

Although the person had been cut off his limbs by her, he used the most cruel means to peel off his skin bit by bit, and howled for a day and a night before he died.

However, when the scar was touched, Hongniang's hand still trembled.

"Captain, I am very grateful to you," Asari continued: "Without you, maybe I would have been tortured to death by those thieves, and I would not have the chance to cut off the heads of my enemies with my own hands. But... I still want to say that if it is possible... I don't want to live a life of robbing everywhere for a living..."

Seeing the glittering eyes of the red lady in the fog, Asari stretched out his hand to stroke her face: "Don't look at me like that. I know that saying such words will hurt your heart, but this is indeed the thought deep in my heart. After all, no matter how miserable the past is, it has passed. If I have been persistent in the painful memories, what is the meaning of my second half of my life?"

"So, when you brought you back and wanted to join forces with the regular army, I didn't resist too much. I know you hate nobles very much. I know what kind of harm those nobles have brought to you... Commander, I know all this, so if you had to resist, I would follow you, but you agreed to join forces... Now I really want to meet the lord master who convinced you. I heard that the king is all his fickle rumors, so it's hard for me to imagine how you could have cut off his life without a sword."

Hong Niangzi's ears heated up and said hatefully: "You think I don't want to, I wish I could cut him into pieces."

Asali smiled slightly and shook her head gently. Of course, she understood Hong Niangzi's character. If she had not given up, Hong Niangzi would not have cooperated with the regular army, so she did not reveal it and continued: "The sisters were not used to it at first for more than half a month, but the group of big-headed soldiers took good care of us, not like the private soldiers of the previous lords who acted as a blessing, which made people feel annoying."

"I think you were dizzy by their wine." The Hongniang said angrily: "When you look at them, men are all virtuous."

Asari giggled: "I thought you were so angry. What a young man. I don't look like this. Look at what's wrong. If I don't look at me, I will feel strange... Like those guys on the boat, they are not popular at all. Sometimes I think they are really scary."

Asari pointed at the sunfish boats on the water.

The Hongmao's face turned pale and she said with some disgust: "Don't talk about those monsters."

Because Yang Zheng asked her to keep it a secret, Hongniang did not tell her subordinates that the "people" on the sunfish boat were all unintentional people refined by Russell, and only they could disguise themselves as octopus thieves. The special structure of the sunfish boat restricted ordinary people to use. Even the Iron Lady Detachment, who was born with water thieves, could not stand on it for half an hour without dizziness.

"Monsters... Oh, they are really monsters," Asari seemed to remember something, with a little fear in his eyes. After drinking a sip of wine, he suppressed his inner tumbling: "They are really strong. More than 800 Black Wind Thieves were killed in half an hour, and they didn't even let those children go."

Hongniang was not afraid, but he was a little discouraged: Yang Zheng received the support of Russell, and the Iron Lady Soldier, a partner, became optional. In the past half month of battle, the Iron Lady Soldier did not even go out. All the unintentional ones swept across the board with the attitude of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the blockers were invincible. This was a serious blow to Hongniang's arrogance.

She picked up the knife that was horizontal on her knees and pulled it out. The pure black knife body was not eye-catching, but when she looked closely, she felt a kind of restrained beauty.

Black Black Crystal Sword.

She put her hand on the knife surface and moved slowly, and the touch was as gentle as jade.

This priceless precious sword has not been won at all. The Hongniang remembered the expression of Yang Zheng when he presented the sword.

Suddenly he stood up and said coldly: "I'll go and tell Russell that the next battle will be our Iron Lady Army."

Yang Zheng stood in a pavilion in the courtyard, with a stone table in front of him, with a two-foot white silk spread on it, holding a wolf brush in his hand and splashing ink on the white silk. The little maid Qiqi crushed it hard in a black ink cartridge with her hands. Not only did she stick black stains on her hands, but she also added a few gray and black to her red face.

She was wondering, and Yang Zheng asked her to add water to black charcoal to make some black and dirty liquid, and then took a strange pen to apply it on the top white silk.

The white silk requires a gold coin, and that one is enough for her to live in a month. She felt distressed when she smeared the black charcoal water.

Yang Zheng did not notice the little maid's thoughts and focused on painting landscapes.

I haven't used a paintbrush for a long time, and my technique has become unfamiliar. Moreover, charcoal and white silk are always inferior to the best ink and Xuan, so Yang Zheng wasted a lot of white silk.

The one I have ever felt most satisfied with is by far.

He outlined it with a fine brush, and the strange rocks and mountains appeared vividly on the silk.

A woman sat on the rocks, looking up at the sky.

Women's outfits and hairstyles seem unique to this world.

The outlines of the facial features were all drawn, and only the eyes were left. Yang Zheng raised his hand holding the pen and put it down.

It's like making a decision difficult.

Close his eyes, a woman flashed through his mind, but that face could not coincide with the vague impression. Sometimes it was one face, sometimes it turned into another face...

He sighed heavily and handed the pen to Qiqi standing beside him.

Washing the handles in the basin of the waterside, Yang Zheng stood by the pavilion with his hands behind his back and said softly: "Qiqi, take the painting and frame it and hang it in my room."

Qiqi was admiring the paintings on the table. She was shocked by Yang Zheng's unique painting skills. She didn't expect that charcoal water could also depict such a charming painting. But... this painting is incomplete. Qiqi said carefully: "Master, the person in the painting has no eyes yet."

Yang Zheng rubbed his forehead in pain.

"I know, don't worry, go and frame it."

"Oh." Qiqi responded, picked up the painting gently, bowed and stepped back.

As soon as Qiqi left the yard, Yang Zheng suddenly hugged his head and collapsed to the ground as if he was suffering from great pain.

In his eyes, sometimes boiling blood light burst out, sometimes it was biting and eccentric. Two unknown balls of energy were twisting and tearing, creating various shapes.

"Ho ho...ho ho..."

The screams from Yang Zheng's throat intermittently under the strong suppression, turned into such a whimpering and strange sound.

hiss--

He pulled open the clothes on his chest, and blood patterns spread throughout his upper body like eyes, as if he was about to drill out of his body.

Every flow of blood in the blood vessels was like tens of millions of steel needles piercing his body, amplifying it in his brain nerves with hundreds of thousands of pain. That kind of pain, for a moment, was like a thousand years.

The body temperature rose rapidly, steaming his body red, and the fire was burned from the deepest part of his body. Wherever the heat passed, the muscles, bone marrow, blood vessels, and meridians all showed a strange golden color.

Yang Zheng tried hard to reach out and grabbed the stone bench.

The hard stone twisted and softened in his hands.

In the pupils, the boiling blood and energy gradually contracted and gathered into a point the size of a needle.

If it were normal, this was already a sign of Yang Zheng's evil intentions.

However, at this moment, the evil heart power was fighting with another unknown force, which was the huge suction force that had been generated in the ancestral hall last time, smashing the evil force in Yang Zheng's body to pieces.

This time, when Yang Zheng was infected by the painful and intense emotions and the evil heart power was ready to move again, the power appeared again.

Unlike the last time I was easily defeated by unknown forces.
To be continued...