Chapter 198 No need

"Shut up, what does it look like! What does it look like?" The man standing in front of Wu Xian shouted at the people behind him. He also said to Wu Xian, "I'm the captain of this ship. You can call me Wang Guoming. If you just want to go to the next port, I can take you there for the sake of being fellow villagers. If you want to rob and kill people, I will stop you even if you fight for my life.

Wang Guoming did not change his tone because Wu Xian and the other three were mercenaries, and he was still neither humble nor arrogant. Wu Xian looked at the corner of the man who was about to get old in front of him with a bright smile and said, "As long as you can provide us with food and accommodation in the next city, we will guarantee that there will be no pirates to harass you this journey."

Wang Guoming saw that the childish young man in front of him said so simply, and he couldn't help but have a lot of doubts in his heart. However, when he saw the bandage on the chest and scars on his arm in front of him, Wang Guoming felt a little more worried.

Wang Guoming and Wu Xian looked at each other, and both looked into each other's eyes. Finally, Wang Guoming said to Wu Xian, "It's a deal." Wu Xian narrowed his eyes with a smile and said to Wang Guoming, "My name is Wu Xian. I can treat him as a passer-by in my life. If it is predestined, I will meet him in the future. If fate is cut off, there will be no day to see each other after the next port.

Wang Guoming was confused by Wu Xian's resolute words, but he still nodded confusedly. After arranging the residence of Wu Xian and the three people, Wang Guoming was still wondering why he nodded just now? Do you think it makes sense or should you have nodded?

The three were arranged in a relatively remote place, and the bunks of the three were in the same cabin. In the final analysis, the captain still didn't trust Wu Xian and the three. After all, the captain must be responsible for the crew of the ship.

Wu Xian put his backpack on the bed. The bed against the wall of the boat was obviously a little small. After Wu Xian threw a backpack, he couldn't lie down. After Wu Xian lay down, he found that the atmosphere here was a little strange.

The black widow looked at the ghost face with a smile, but her hands were closer to her back, and the ghost face was silent to the black widow, and her cloak was obviously bulging than other places. Wu Xian looked at the black widow and the ghost face. He sat up and said to the two, "If you want to fight, go out and fight. Don't create a tense atmosphere here."

The black widow gave Wu Xian a white look and ignored what Wu Xian said. The ghost face was even more uncooperative, and even a slight action was owed. Wu Xian saw that his words didn't work at all, so he didn't care about the two of them anymore. You can make as much trouble as you want! As long as you don't disturb me, Wu Xian simply closes his eyes and refreshes when he thinks of the idea.

The black widow glanced at Wu Xian with her spare light and saw him lying there quietly, as if there was a world war that had nothing to do with him. She was not angry, nor did she stare at the ghost, punched Wu Xian in the stomach, and walked out angrily.

Wu Xian was hit by the punch of the black widow and sat up. He felt wet on his chest and knew that the wound was cracked without looking at it. Wu Xian's face twitched, and the Glock in his hand was also loose and tight, tight and loose. If it weren't for the black widow taking good care of herself, Wu Xian really wanted to shoot her. OK, what's the real comparison between you and the ghost face? Why did you suddenly punch yourself again? It's really unreasonable.

Finally, Wu Xian loosened Glock in his hand, put it under the pillow, pulled a three-edged saber from his boots and put it on the bedside, pulled the zipper on the top of his clothes, and looked at the red bandage. Wu Xian shook his head feebly, but Wu Xian didn't want to deal with it, and Let it be.

When the ghost saw Wu Xian put the gun under the pillow and put the saber on his side, he asked Wu Xian, "Are you afraid?"

Looking at the ghost face untied his cloak, there was a tremor in Wu Xian's eyes. Even Wu Xian, who had seen all kinds of dead bodies, could not keep a calm heart in the face of such a ferocious face. Afraid? Maybe I used to, but now I will never think I will be afraid of death. Doing this is just to let yourself have a good sleep.

"I'm not afraid yet." The ghost face sneered at Wu Xian's explanation. When the ghost face said this, Wu Xian could only touch his nose with his hand. There was nothing to fight back and didn't want to fight back. Because living may also be a sin.

The ghost face did not care about Wu Xian's movements. He began to take off his clothes in front of Wu Xian. A piece of clothes was abandoned on the ghost face's own bed with the movement of the ghost face. The pale skin was not as pink as the black widow, but it made people feel a little pity. Several scars on the body did not break the feeling of pity on the ghost face, but added a sense of imperfect perfection. The thin body made people want to hold her in their arms.

Looking at the ghost face of underwear left in front of him, Wu Xian couldn't help admiring that he had a good figure! Although the scars on the face are intertwined, which are more ugly than the stones in the Gobi, the body is absolutely nothing to say. Even from the perspective of Europeans, the figure of the ghost face is upper-class, not to mention that the ghost face is an Asian. The convex place on the body is large, which is more perfect than Venus with a broken arm. If it hadn't been for the disgusting face, I guess Wu Xian would have had an idea of pushing down the ghost face.

When the ghost saw Wu Xian staring at his body, he asked Wu Xian coldly, "Have you seen enough?"

Wu Xian raised his head and saw that the ghost was already holding a gun in one hand. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "If you dare to take it off, I dare to look at it." Now Wu Xian is in a good mood and doesn't mind to make fun of him.

The ghost face was choked by Wu Xian's words, and he raised his gun and was about to shoot Wu Xian. Wu Xian quickly stood up with the ghost face, and his middle finger of his right hand stuck into the trigger hole. His left hand pressed the life gate of the ghost face neck with the action, and his right hand pulled the ghost face gun over. Looking at the indignant ghost face, Wu Xian loosened his left hand holding the ghost face door, pointed a gun at the ghost face with his right hand, and said infatuatedly, "Take off the two things on your body."

The ghost face was pointed at by Wu Xian with a gun. He looked at Wu Xian coldly and said, "Prepare a coffin for yourself!" With that, he pulled off the only two short fabrics on his body.

Wu Xian looked up and down at the ghost's body, curled his lips, and said disappointedly, "It's too rubbish." The ghost face seemed to be unable to stand the stimulation and threw the cloth in his hand to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian saw that the trajectory and speed of the remaining cloth flight was definitely not something that the fabric could do. Without thinking about it, he immediately shrank down.

While Wu Xian shrank his body, a slightly pale foot hit Wu Xian with a sharp wind. When Wu Xian saw that the destination of this foot was his crotch, he immediately threw away the gun in his hand and crossed his hands to prepare to fight against this kick. But Wu Xian's imagination all failed. The pale foot just gently fell on Wu Xian's arm and fell to the ground with a turn. At the same time, a slightly pale body passed in front of his eyes.

Feeling the force from his hand, Wu Xian felt bad and didn't think much about it. In this limited space, he moved twice, but the unpleasant feeling on his body reminded himself that he had been locked by the muzzle of the gun.

"Oil, you won." Wu Xian turned helplessly and raised his hands to indicate that he was not harmful to the ghost face.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" Three crisp sounds in a row recall that in this narrow space, Wu Xian's face was a little ugly at this moment. He said coldly to the ghost, "The magazine has been changed by me. The bullets inside are full of dumb bullets containing sand. Don't waste any strength."

Wu Xian said so and was a little stunned by how long Wu Xian changed the magazine, but he was stunned. He threw the gun in his hand at Wu Xian and turned around and wanted to take out a long gun to destroy Wu Xian.

Wu Xian dodged the gun discarded by the ghost face, exerted his strength, rushed over, kicked the ghost face and kicked his foot, and a palm knife cut the veins of the ghost face's right hand. The ghost's hand was numb, and the MP5 in his hand immediately fell uncontrollably on the bed.

Wu Xian's right hand holding the ghost face is a joint skill. He suddenly pressed the ghost face on **, and his feet naturally entangled the ghost face's legs.

"If you are asked to join us, would you like to?" Wu Xian struggled to control the ghost face and leaned his head against the ghost face's ear and said.

The ghost saw that he couldn't break free, but he was still trying. Hearing Wu Xian's words, he replied coldly, "No need!" Then he said, "If you don't kill me today, then tomorrow will be your sacrifice day."

"Oh! Really?" Wu Xian showed a sick smile on his face, put out his tongue and licked it on the neck of the ghost's face and said, "In this case..."

"What are you doing?" A sharp voice interrupted what Wu Xian was about to say.