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"Les..." I... Cough cough … I... Was it really a burden, as Mu Mu Mu had said? "Cough, cough, cough …"

Jerome tried to get up, but his strength was gone, so he fell to the floor again, coughing.

"Eldest Young Master, why are you so stupid! She said that to save you! 5555... Young Master, don't talk anymore. Let's go to the hospital immediately.

Les summoned the servants and helped Jerome aboard the ship.

"Eldest Young Master, I've lived for so many years. This is the first time I've seen a vicious pirate listen to a girl and let us go. At that time, Wood was simply our Goddess of Luck. "

Les wrapped himself in thick gauze and his green eyes filled with tears.

"Is she a goddess?"

Jelo looked up, squinting, feeling the warmth of the sun on his limbs.

This time, even though Les had offended himself by saying how stupid he was, he really felt that living with wood made one simple and happy.

Clouds were floating in the clear sky while the sunlight melted the colorful clouds.

After a while, the blue waves spread out for thousands of miles.

A few high - masted pirate ships were sailing on the waves.

The sea was full of singing, and the pirates were singing and dancing, and humming an old song, which, if you listened to it carefully, you could tell to be Byron, the great English poet of the nineteenth century, "The Pirates Life." They were drinking wine with open chests, some of them clutching their masts and ropes, some of them with knives in their hands, some of them paddling their oars, but all of them were singing together:

On the dark blue sea, the water splashes happily...

Our hearts are our own. From where the wind blows and the waves froth, our thoughts are boundless and distant...

Measure our territory, take a look at our hometown!

This is all our empire, and its power goes everywhere. Our banner is Wat, and anyone who comes across it has to obey.

We had a rough life, in a storm. In the turmoil, from work to rest, every kind of day has its fun!

They cheered and sang for the victory. It was as if life on the sea needed to be rough and straightforward, full of thrills and hardships. They were proud of their blood, proud to be the brave warriors of Odin!

The song spread far and wide, causing large numbers of seabirds to gather and circle around. On the horizon, the morning sun was high in the clear sky as the singing continued.

We are not afraid to die if the enemy is with us.

Come on, let it be happy. We have seized the eternity of life. If it dies, who cares if it's a sword or a disease?

Let those who crawl with the "aging" chai, stick to their own bed, bitterly year after year...

Let them shake their numb heads and breathe hard...

We would rather have fresh grass than a hospital bed!

The waves were especially big, the ship was extremely bumpy, and at that time, it was only in person. Only by experiencing it would he be able to truly realize how sensitive and fragile people were.