Master of Ninja World

For Hancock's dumbfounded expression, Wuchen just responded with ignorance.

Perhaps for Hancock, Wuchen's idea is too extreme and unreasonable. It is just a robber theory. Wuchen never cares about other people's ideas.

Counting the world in front of him, Wuchen III understands the principles of human love and warmth better than Hancock. If you don’t bully others, it doesn’t mean that others will not bully you, even though Wuchen is only seventeen or eighteen years old now. It is more than ancient and dust-free, and he understands this truth better than everyone.

The so-called dignity, in the final analysis, is punched out with a fist!

Seeing Hancock’s face full of confusion, Wuchen did not bother to explain, after all, she has too little experience now, and does not understand the true indifference of the human world. Without his complicated life experience, it would be difficult for Hancock to understand. There is almost no person who can empathize with the suffering of dust.

"The young master is right, but you can't be merciful to the enemy." After a while, Hancock's face was uncharacteristically resolute, and his eyes were determined.

Suddenly, Hancock woke up and suddenly understood the meaning of Wuchen.

"It's good to understand." Wuchen smiled lightly.

He closed his eyes comfortably and hummed happily. As time passed, Hancock's massage was done so much that he was just right. The whole figure seemed to be floating in the clouds, and his usual tense nerves relaxed, making him extra comfortable.

Hancock's next sentence made Wuchen helpless.

"If you had a strong strength back then, you wouldn't be humiliated and caught Mary Joa!" Hancock gritted his silver teeth and said indignantly.

Wuchen heard the words and rolled his eyes, and pointed directly at him innuendo.

He shook his head and didn't care about it. He also knew that Hancock was unintentional. The facts were true. If Hancock had strong power in the first place, he would not have been kidnapped to Mary Joa and become a dust-free slave.

Following Wuchen for a while, Hancock also gradually recognized the cruelty of reality. In this world, being weak is a sin. The sky in the future is reserved for those who are prepared.

Time passed quickly, and a few hours of work slipped away quietly between the fingers. It was already close to the evening, the sunset on the horizon covered the entire Mariagioa, and the ground was covered with a layer of golden and fiery red sunrise, which was so beautiful.

Of course, ignoring the miserable and unwilling cry in it, Mary Joa's golden color is more beautiful.

Hancock, who followed the dustless face, paled for a while, and his beautiful eyes looked at the villas behind him in terror, and then looked at the dust-free strolling leisurely ahead. He took a deep breath with lingering fears and patted Xiong depressedly. ~Candied.

Had it not been for Wuchen, Hancock would now be exactly like the group of slaves. He would be bullied and oppressed by the Tianlong people every night, and subjected to various cruel and inhumane treatments until he was tortured to death.

Thinking about it, I was frightened.

The eyes could not help but look to the other side of Mary Gioia, where are the five old stars and the office of the world government. The sacred and solemnity cannot be invaded, and people who pass by will show indescribable decency.

"Does it feel contradictory?" Deep eyes fell on Hancock's face, and asked cleanly.

Hancock nodded in fear, then fell silent.

Mary Joa is indeed such a contradiction. On the other side is the office of the five old stars and many departments of the world government, which are sacred and just. On the other side is the residence of the Tianlong people. They are extremely evil and tortured in the old days. Slaves and other shameful activities are as simple as eating and drinking here.

"The actual Mary Joa is the epitome of the world, and they are all deformed." Wuchen whispered softly. Actually, the whole world works like this, and it's not just Maria.

No one can change everything.

"Let's go."

Seeing Hancock Wuchen throwing away with a faint expression, an unexpected figure suddenly entered his eyes.

"That guy... isn't it Polusalino [Yellow Ape]?" Polusalino, wearing a yellow-colored striped suit, came into view at the dock.

After hesitating, Wuchen walked over, and Hancock followed.

The yellow ape, who was nearly three meters tall, had a bitter gourd-like face, and his expression was languid, as if he was suffering from a serious illness, his eyes turned black, and occasionally a rare moment flashed through, obviously he was very upset.

"This is surprising."

The corners of the mouth are drawn with a playful arc, and the dust-free pace is faster, Hancock behind him also stretched a distance, so that this slick and sleek person like the yellow ape can show such an ugly expression. What happened behind it is indeed worth studying.

Huang Yuan's wretched old face was drooping, full of gloom, as if someone had robbed him of the money and not only didn't pay it back, but also beat him with an inch.

"Porusalino."

The light voice entered the eyes, the yellow ape with his head drooping raised his head, and the dust-free figure came into view.

"Loisnan [Holy]."

The gloomy expression was swept away, and Huang Yuan's sleek tone was with respect. Both the identity of the Tianlongren and the admiral were enough to make him look up.

"I heard that Kuzan and Sakarski, and you will be promoted to generals recently, what do you want to come to Mary Joa suddenly?"

Staring at the battleship Polusalino was riding on, Wu Chen frowned slightly. This battleship was clearly different from the navy's battleship. It belonged solely to the world government, or to say that it belonged to the scientific unit of Begapunk.

"That old fellow Begapunk even asked me to make his test specimen, and the Marshal of the Warring States Period has agreed!" The old face twitched fiercely, and Huang Yuan's expression became more gloomy, his eyes gloomy enough to drip water.

Wuchen is his own, and he did not hide it.

Despite Vegapunk’s repeated assurances, Huang Yuan’s scruples were still hard to dispel, as if the white mouse was experimented by the monster Vegapunk, no one could be relieved.

"Believe in Begapunk's technology, even if you really die, he can bring you back to life!" Wuchen smiled and said, he knew that Begapunk was the ability to fancy the fruit of the yellow ape.

At the same time, with a blank face, I suddenly realized that this is a golden opportunity for myself.

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