The night on the sea did not seem cool. Although the sun had been on the other side for a long time, the surrounding temperature dropped very slowly.
It was Fang Lang's first time spending the night on the sea. He did not feel uneasy because at this moment, Arita's ship was holding a lively party.
After the pirates plundered wantonly, they would always hold a celebration party on the deck.
Other than the laughter of the pirates, there was only the waves of the sea that rose and fell tirelessly.
The pirates each sat in a circle and placed the fruits, wine, and meat that they had just snatched in the middle. Then, everyone fought over them like hungry men, eating large pieces of meat and drinking large glasses of wine.
There were all kinds of impromptu performances, rapping, performances, and dances. They also shared their past experiences with each other. Everyone told jokes, giggled, and laughed at each other.
There were also people who missed their wives and children in their hometown, but just as they revealed their yearning, they were infected by the noisy atmosphere and joined in.
They were pirates, villains, and people who were hated and feared. They each had their own dreams, or they were forced by reality to flee far away from the sea. They were free and unrestrained, bold and unrestrained, living a free life that they did not know if they would still be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Free life? Fang Lang was not sure, but he was affected by this atmosphere. Perhaps their so-called freedom was just a golden veil covering some dark side.
But so what?
"Fang Lang, drink!"
The drunk pirate toasted Fang Lang again.
"Cough…I can't take it anymore. You guys continue, I…I'll go rest for a while…You guys continue, continue, you don't have to help me! " I can, I can walk…" Holding his dizzy head, Fang Lang limped to the stern.
He pressed on the railing of the boat, leaned his head out, and vomited.
" Phew…" After vomiting, he suddenly felt a lot better in his chest." Fortunately, I'm smart. I pretended to be drunk when I was a little drunk. Otherwise, it would have been worse."”
Fang Lang leaned against the railing and looked up at the starry sky. His legs gradually lost the strength to support his body's weight. Soon, he sat down on the deck.
As he moved his sore joints, a pack of cigarettes fell out of the pocket of his suit jacket.
"Hmm?" Picking up the cigarette and looking at the label on the packaging, Fang Lang said to himself abruptly,""Who stuffed it into my pocket? Oh, it must be that bearded guy who stuffed it in when he happened to be sitting next to me at the party! Eh, what was it called again? It seemed to be Naike. You want me to be bad?"
As a high school student, Fang Lang had never smoked or smoked before. He did not expect that he would break his abstinence today.
After opening the packaging, Fang Lang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then took out the lighter he brought from Earth from his pocket, lit it up, and took a puff.
"Cough cough…Why is it so choking?" Fang Lang was like a toddler learning to walk, but he got used to it after inhaling a few times.
Indeed, inhaling it would make one feel much more relaxed. One's head would feel light and comfortable.
"That…Fang Lang." Suddenly, she heard a boy's voice beside her.
With his eyes closed, Fang Lang sat on the deck and puffed out smoke without any regard for his image. He was shocked by the sudden voice. He opened his eyes and said unhappily,"Oh, it's you, Kirby."
"This is for you."”
"Towel?"
"I think you're drunk. Use a hot towel to cover your face. I often see others do this.”
"Thank you," Fang Lang said gratefully.”As he spoke, he took the hot towel and placed it on his face. The hot and stuffy feeling opened all the pores on his face and promoted blood circulation. In just a few minutes, Fang Lang was much more awake.
"Thank you. This is a good idea.”
"No, no, not at all."
The sea breeze blew, and the party on the deck continued. These pirates probably wouldn't stop until after midnight.
Aren't they afraid of the navy attacking? Fang Lang thought to himself, amused. He was a little envious of this group of people.
However, it was only a momentary emotion. After experiencing what had happened before, he was filled with a desire for power. Right now, he was still too weak. He was only in the weakest sea, the Eastern Sea. His strength was insignificant even here.
He had to become stronger and find Sailor Nami before looking forward to the great sea route.
"Oh, right, I remember that a moderator sent me a private message.”Fang Lang suddenly thought of the Palace Traversing Conference, so he took out his phone and opened this magical software that could allow people to travel through time.
A certain moderator: " Hello, Second Generation Brother Cheng. I'm the main moderator of the Chuangong Guild. I have something to tell you. Please reply when you see it."
After thinking for a while, Fang Lang wrote a reply.
Second Generation Cheng: Sorry, I was a little busy before. Hello, moderator, what's the matter?
After clicking send, he thought that he would have to wait for a while, but he didn't expect a reply in seconds.
A certain moderator: That's right. You should have read the rules of membership, right?
Second Brother Chen,"Uh…what's wrong?"
[A certain moderator: The second rule of the membership rules.] It explained the obligations between the officials and the members of the Palace Passing Association.
Second Generation Brother Cheng: Can you make it simpler?
A certain moderator: Alright, to put it simply, do you want to earn points? There were two ways to earn points. The first was to log in and sign in every day, and you would get 1-10 points. However, this method had its drawbacks. It would take at least 274 years to obtain the title of " God of Strategy ".
Second Generation Brother Cheng thought to himself,'Damn…Forget it.' What about the second?
A certain moderator: Hehe, the second one is what I want to tell you. There's an 'information folder' in your personal center. You need to take a photo with your phone and upload it to the 'information folder'. I will reward you with 0-10 points based on the review report after you upload the photos. Of course, each photo will be rewarded with 0-10 points.
"Wait, I remember that the second title only needs 100 points, right?”Fang Lang did not even need to calculate. He instantly came to a conclusion." I have 10 points now. If I'm lucky, I only need 9 photos to level up? But…"
Second Generation Brother Cheng: So simple? What kind of photos should he take? In other words, what kind of photos could get the most points?
A certain moderator: I'm not sure about this either. I'm not the one who reviews the photos you uploaded. I'm only responsible for giving you rewards.
Second Generation Brother Cheng,"Then…is there any pattern?"
A certain moderator: " I don't know... you can sum it up yourself. No matter what, as long as you upload a large number of photos, there will always be success."
"Oh, thank you." I know.
A certain moderator said,"Good luck then."
Closing the private chat window, Fang Lang fell into deep thought. Although this matter sounded a little inexplicable, it was still a good thing. At least he did not have to sign in every day to upgrade his title.
Speaking of check-in, Fang Lang immediately switched to the main page and took today's portion.
"My luck isn't bad, 8 points.”Fang Lang smiled.
"What are you doing? What's that in your hand?" Beside him, Corby looked over curiously, his eyes fixed on Fang Lang's phone.
Fang Lang was shocked by him again. He let out a long breath and said,""Don't you know about phone bugs? It was just that this kind of phone worm was relatively rare.”
"Phone bug?"
Kirby was still puzzled. This silver thing didn't look like a bug at all.
Suddenly, Arita's roar came from afar." Kirby!!!”
"Yes!" The pitiful pink-hair was like a frightened deer. In an instant, she stood up straight and quickly ran back to the cabin.
"Poor child." Fang Lang looked at the other party's back with pity. He shook his head and did not think about anything else.
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